Harry smiled to himself as he sat in the library studying up for the exams before Christmas break. He was going to the Burrow this Christmas to spend time with Ron and Hermione.

During the summer Harry had come to stay at the summer at the Burrow three weeks before the start of school. He was in a state of very deep depression. Since Sirius death the guilt still loomed over him like a dark rain cloud. He had done all the chores at the Dursley's all summer to keep his mind busy instead of all his awful thoughts...those were for his nightmares. When Harry arrived at the Burrow he was muscular and tanned from all the hard work out in the sun. Ron was still the oddly tall, lanky, flaming hair guy. But Hermione… god had she changed. She had a gorgeous figure. Her hair was now sleek and straight. Let's just say she looked perfect. Harry momentarily lost all thought when he first saw her. Things had progressed during the weeks and Harry and gotten up the courage to ask Hermione to become his girlfriend. What stunned Harry was she squealed a yes and practically tackled him down with her hug. That was how Harry had come out of his depression.

Over the time, Harry had come to a conclusion… he was falling madly in love with her. He couldn't help it! Something in him just clicked when she was near. He had it planned out how he was going to tell her over the Christmas break when she and him had some alone time. He didn't know if she even felt the same way as him. All he knew was that if he didn't tell her fast he was going to burst.

Harry shook himself out of the stupor he was just in. He was never going to get any studying done tonight. His thought were to jumbled up in his head. With that figured out he grabbed his materials and put them away and decided that it was time to head back to the common since by the look of the outdoors it was almost curfew.

As he made his way to common room he spotted a flaming red haired person making there way to the same place as him, just ahead of him.

"Ginny!"

Harry called out to the red head. Ginny turned around to look at the person calling her and stopped to wait for him to catch up.

"Hey Harry! Makin' your way to the common room?"

Ginny asked.

"Yah. I was just stuck up in the library studying for the exams tomorrow,"

Harry responded. She smiled at him and they silently made their way to the common room.

Once they reached the common room Ginny said the password 'buckbeak' and they stepped inside. What they saw inside floored Harry. He lost thought of all thought, speech, and sense. He turned to see Ginny looking the same way as him. He looked back to them just to make sure this wasn't some sick, sick dream. There they were practically mauling each other completely oblivious to the outside world were Hermione and Ron. Ron had his hand up Hermione shirt and she had her arm around his neck while they were snogging vigorously.

He couldn't take it anymore. His vision blurred by the tears that were threatening to leak out he turned around and ran as fast as he could out of the common room slamming the portrait closed in his wake. He didn't hear Ginny call out his name or notice how the air in the room chilled while the fire in the fireplace exploded or the earth rumble. He also didn't see Hermione and Ron quickly pull away and see Ron's guilty face and Hermione's ashamed one. All he cared about was getting the fuck out of there.

Harry put his firebolt with the notes he hastily wrote down on his way here, down on the ground beside him. He knew they would find him soon, he knew they thought he had no clue that they put a tracking charm on his firebolt during the summer. He calmly walked over to the cliff and broke. He released his tears and his frustration.

"FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs over the cliff that over looked the lake. Hogwarts was on the other side of the lake. He knew that if someone was near the lake they would have heard him. He looked down at the lake. It was so far down from this cliff. There were tons of rocks there too. It was perfect. He was going to just end this now. Put himself out of this misery. Leave his traitorous friend to their fate. Leave Voldemort to do whatever the fuck he ever he damned well pleased.

He slowly stood up and over the glistening lake shining with the reflection of the moon and stars. Hogwarts looming in the distant lit up beautifully by the candles all throughout it. This was the last time he would ever see it. This would the last time he would ever breathe. He would be joining his mom, dad, and Sirius hopefully up in heaven. With that last thought he stepped off the cliff. Plummeting to his death by the edge of a rock.

Dumbledore sat at his desk silently sobbing. He had just returned from the cliff where Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, had breathed his lat breaths. He read and re-read the note the boy had left him. There were 2 others addressed to Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. He couldn't help but cry at the last thoughts Harry had written him. They were so heartfelt, depressing, and full of love. He read the letter again:

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

If you're reading this, then yes my plan has succeeded. My body lay broken at the bottom of the lake. I have committed suicide. Yes, some people may call it the easy way out. That's the truth. I am taking the easy way out. Some people may call it cowardly. Maybe I am a coward. I just can't take this anymore. So much pain…so much heart ache…so much loss. They all hang over me like a storm. Constantly following me around. Constantly taunting me…constantly haunting me.

I know I probably just left the world to suffer. But as you can probably tell I have snapped. This was the last straw. Something that is not in my place to say happened has deeply hurt me.

I know this might sound crazy, but it's true… A voice, since I saw what I did, has been telling me it's my time. It only started when I ran away from Hogwarts. I know for sure it's not Voldemort, since I can now block him out. I have listened to this voice before, it is my instinct. It has never led me wrong before and hopefully it I not led me wrong now.

Do not grieve of my absence. Feel some joy that I am somewhere I can be happy and finally peaceful. I can tell you now, if it wasn't for Hermione there this would have happened a long time ago.

Just know this, I loved you like you were my own grandfather. I would have anything for you. As you have told me before, death is just another adventure. I will surely be looking out for you and the rest of the order. Do not loose hope. Never loose hope...even in the darkest of times. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. I just couldn't find mine fast enough.

Love forever and always,

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived

Dumbledore was brought out of his reading by the tapping at his office door. He quickly put down the letter, wiped his face and eyes for any signs of tears.

Hermione sat in one of the chairs in front of the headmaster's desk beside Ron, waiting for Dumbledore say something. They had sat in silence for about 5 minutes.

"Tell what happened,"

Dumbledore said so quietly Hermione had to strain to hear him. She gave a look at Ron who looked like he must piss his pants. Hermione sighed. She was going to have to be the one to tell the Professor what happened.

"Umm… well… it's kind o hard to say. Ok I'll just come out with it. Well me and Ron were studying when things got a little out of hand and we started snogging," She paused there when she saw the headmaster put his face in his hands, but continued non the less, " I don't know who long we were there for but we stopped when we heard the portrait shut and saw Ginny looking at the portrait and yelled Harry's name. That's when realized what had happened and we came to you to tell you he was gone,"

Hermione explained. She waited for the headmaster to make some sort of comment, but he didn't. He handed them each a letter with there names on the front. She gave the headmaster a curious look and asked:

"What are these?"

"His death letters,"

Dumbledore explained sadly.

"Who's death letters?"

Ron asked cautiously. Dumbledore gave him a stern look and said:

"Harry's"

Hermione gasped. Harry. Dead. No! That's not possible! He was just at the common room an hour ago.

"What are you talking about? Harry just caught us an hour ago! He cant of died! You lying!"

Hermione yelled at Dumbledore.

"Read your letter. It will explain many things, like mine did,"

The headmaster explained calmly and motioned with his hands for them to open them. Hermione slowly un-did the parchment and began to read:

Dear Hermione,

As you can tell I'm probably dead. These letters were probably found on the cliff where I jumped. Yes, I have committed suicide.

Why? Why did you so this to me? I don't understand! Did I do something wrong to deserve this? Maybe Ron is pretty looking than me? I don't know! And while I'm writing this on the cliff of my death I am filled with so many emotions, pain, betrayal, hurt, and sad. I know you didn't know this but I'm going to tell you anyway since I won't be there to tell you on Christmas. I am so deeply, mind-blowing, crazy, in love with you. I know this won't help much for the grieving part for you, but I don't think I could have rest peacefully without you knowing how I truly felt about you.

I didn't write this letter to you so you will feel bad about my death. I don't want my cold words to hurt you any more than my death has. I'm hopefully in a better place now, with Sirius, my mom, and dad.

I don't want you to grieve on my behalf. I want you to live your life as full and happy as you can. To not have to worry about crazy lunatics going after you like I did. I want you to have a normal life without me.

Love. It's a crazy feeling isn't it? I have never felt much love around me so I don't know the full affects. I only know what its like to love my "family." Not my biological ones, but the ones that really matter. I don't even know if they loved me back. I have never had someone tell me they loved me. Not even Sirius said it to me. I have always felt like people treat like I'm some kind of porcelain glass that everyone tip toes around and tries to please. Its kind of sad isn't it? To not know what it feels like to be loved before you die? Maybe my life was suppose to feel like this. Maybe I'm not meant to have any happiness or love in it.

My only advise to you Hermione, is if you love someone, never let them go! Hold on to them with your dear life. Love is the best thing in the world if you got it.

I hope Ron treats you as your suppose to be treated. Like a goddess. Maybe I meant to die so you 2 could get together. I hope you 2 love each other as much as I loved you.

It is not because of you and Ron that I am dead. It was a series of events that have started to pile on top of me slowing pulling me down. This was just the last straw, I couldn't take it anymore. My reason for living was gone. I have thought of this for along time but it just didn't fell right. But when the "thing" happened, it was like wow this is my time to die. This is where it ends. I know I'm suppose to die tonight. Something inside of me keeps telling me. It's like when people are in the hospital and they say "I'm going to die," It's like a feeling I can't explain. Something is telling me it's my time. You might not understand it but it's the truth.

I ask you to never loose hope. Never give up and surrender. Fight, fight until you have no more life. There is always a light at the end of a tunnel. I just wasn't fast enough. Maybe death is my light.

I hope this letter explains everything because I have nothing left to say to you. It is my time to let go. I don't want to see you up there for a very long time!

Love forever and always

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived

Hermione sat there with tears streaming down her face. She looked up and saw both Ron and Dumbledore were crying. She got up slowly and made her way back to her dorm. to try to sleep off this nightmare. What the fuck has she done?