Disclaimer: If I owned them, my name would J.K Rowling. points to pen name Also, the title and ideas of the whole WYWSHHA (you'll get it if you read) belong solely to ALW and his lyricist.

Author's Note: I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I mean, really, I have no clue. This has been stuck in my head for a while and at first I was gonna make it a songfic, then an one-shot, but now I don't see how I can just do either. This is me first HP fic so…give me some encouragement you beautiful people out there! ::blows kisses:: ::audience cringes::

To the story!!!!!!!

Adios Amigos.

T.F.


Harry tenderly brushed the snow off of the marble headstone, revealing the spine-chilling inscription forever present in his nightmares:

James and Lily Potter

Beloved

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

His fingers ran slowly over the icy stone, tracing the deep valleys of the carving, the deep valleys of pain and longing that lay in his heart.

He stood there, his indigo sweatshirt hanging on him loosely, the frozen rain dusting his hair and eyelashes. He felt as cold and lifeless as the hundreds of stone angels that stood around him, giving no comfort and no peace to the despairing teen.

Harry knelt down in the snow, smelling the red rose briefly before laying it gently on the grave. He stayed in this position of supplication, feeling the sting of loss and loneliness throb inside of him.

First his parents.

Then…

Harry shook his head. He wouldn't think about Sirius. He wouldn't.

He felt so alone…

He should go back to the car. Remus was waiting for him.

Harry reluctantly got to his feet, brushing the white powder from his pant legs, when a figure in the distance caught his eye.

A spectral woman made her way down the wide graveyard path, her head bowed. In her hands she held a bouquet of ashen roses, blending with the pallid background. The woman's long black hair was swept up from her face in a ponytail but a few rebellious wisps had escaped and lay delicately on her cheeks. Her walk was crooked and it looked like she was struggling to pick her feet up.

Harry watched the peculiar figure, for several seconds believing that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Her clothing looked worn and faded, the simple black gown torn in places around the bottom and her threadbare cloak was doing precious little to keep her from freezing in the winter temperatures.

Harry checked his watch. The dial shined out 6:30AM. Remus always brought him to the cemetery early in the morning as no one was ever there. It gave Harry a time to think, reflect, and mourn in relative privacy. He looked up from his watch, a frown fixed upon his face; who was interrupting his only time with his parents?

As if she could hear his resentful thoughts, the fragile woman looked up, her eyes meeting Harry's emerald ones. He stood up slowly, never breaking the gaze, his bitterness draining away. In those coffee colored orbs, he saw something he recognized very well; pain. Deep, lasting, pain.

The harsh wind blew through the churchyard, the gravestones whimpering and moaning. She turned away and kept on walking, taking an overgrown path into the heart of the necropolis. Harry was quick to follow her; he wanted to understand why her anguish seemed so similar to his own.

The gravestones grew more aged and dilapidated as the strange individual kept walking. Weeds had long ago overtaken many of the graves that hadn't been tended to for so long. The angel's were crumbling as well, the features of their hallowed faces being expunged by time.

The woman turned sharply, stumbling over her own feet slightly and Harry had to jump over several of the stones to keep up with her. When he had gotten through the marble maze he observed her standing over a fairly new grave site, the only one situated in the particular clearing. Harry concealed himself behind a collapsing statue of Gabriel to watch her.

She stood there for several seconds looking down at the grave, her breathing coming in painful heaves. She started to speak but stopped before forming a word, playing nervously with her only ring. Harry leaned forward, feeling only slightly guilty about eavesdropping, eager to hear what the bizarre creature was going to say.

"I'm…" her voice was hoarse and shaky, the words sticking in her throat, "I'm…sorry. I wasn't there. I should have been there. I left you." She reached into her pocket, pulling out something small and clutching it in her hand rigidly. "I'm never gonna leave you again."

And as she uncapped the small bottle, Harry guessed its contents and ran out from his hiding place. "No wait!" But she ignored his cry and started to pour the poison into her mouth, swallowing as much as she could. Harry reached her and aggressively knocked the bottle out of her hand.

It was already too late. She slipped quietly to the ground, her eyes closing in warped ecstasy. Harry wasn't sure what to do. He looked around frantically. "REMUS!!"


Remus sat in the car, eyes staring blankly at the carpeted ceiling, mulling over the recent events. It was hard on Harry. Oh yes, the prophecy had been particularly disturbing, but he felt that Harry had accepted that long ago. It was Sirius that Remus believed plagued Harry now.

It been hard on everyone.

It had been hard on him.

Remus's up-turned eyes began to well up with tears but he quickly wiped them away. He was one of the few people that Harry had left. He couldn't wallow in his own grief when he had to help Harry with his own.

Remus sighed retrospectively, remembering briefly the old days at Hogwarts, when it seemed they would never part, the Marauders would be forever.

James, Lily and Sirius were dead. And Peter had betrayed them all.

He was left alone.

Remus was rudely awakened from his disheartening musing by Harry's shouting.

"REMUS!!"


Harry was kneeling over the comatose woman, trying desperately to find a pulse when Remus came leaping over the tombstones.

"Harry! What happened?! Are you alright?!"

"This woman was in the graveyard and I followed her here and she tried to kill herself by drinking some poison and I tried to stop her but I can't tell if she has a pulse!" explained Harry quickly and frantically.

Remus had to pause for a few seconds to process all that Harry had said and then, upon comprehension, stooped down to the woman and felt along her jugular for any signs of a pulse. There, just below her jaw, he felt a weak beat. "She still alive." asserted Remus, his voice serious as he fished out his wand.

"What are we going to do?" asked Harry. However, before he could even finish, he found that they had apparated into the Emergency Lobby of St. Mungo's Wizard Hospital.


A/N: Be. BRUTALLY. Honest. Okay? Please, I'm begging you. Do you think the premise I have set up is good or totally wacky? Does it make sense? Did I keep to character? DID YOU LIKE IT?!?!?! I will give you free Sirius plushies if you only click that 'Submit Review' button down there. It would be really appreciated ::smooches::

Adios Amigos,

T.F.