This is just a quick note to tell you that the next chapter (after this one) will be the last. I know this story is quite short, but I originally intended it to be a one chapter story, but then I wrote another chapter! Hpe you enjoy!
Harry sat in the Burrow, he had just attended Ron's funeral and he now sat alone, thinking about what he had to do.
Where ever he went trouble followed, that was the way it had always been and even now with Voldemort gone it was still the same.
People had been living their lives without him just fine, no one was getting hurt, no one was dying just to get to him. Then he came back and it all kicked off again. It seemed the world would be a better place with out him.
He should never have come back here, it was a mistake, he should have died the day he killed Voldemort. Died of lived and be killed by some 'new dark lord'. Wither way he should be dead, he was living on borrowed time, he should be gone, Ron should be alive and everyone should be happy, without him.
"Harry?" Hermione asked coming into the room where he sat. "Are you OK?"
"No," Harry said, "I need to be alone right now."
"Harry what's going on, what aren't you telling me?" Hermione asked.
Harry stood up and walked over to her, he put his hand on her shoulder. "You're amazing, you know that." He said and he kissed her head before leaving the room.
He walked out of the burrow, ignoring all the people that tired to talk to him, offer their condolences. He walked down the path and into the village, he kept walking, not knowing where he was going.
When it started to get dark Harry decided to go home, ha apparated back to Hermione's house. He knew she wasn't there, she was staying at the borrow tonight with her children.
He went up to his room and sat on his bed, he looked over to his bedside tabled where a note lay, addressed to him. It was the note that had been found by Ron, he still hadn't opened it, he was scared of what was inside.
He grabbed the note, he didn't care anymore, he wasn't scared. The worst that could happen would be that he died, and he should be dead anyway, so what did it matter.
He ripped open the note and read that parchment inside.
I
You're time is running out, you can no longer hide. I am going to do what my master could not.
You will face me like a man, like you faced him, and this time you won't escape alive. /I
Harry threw the note on the floor and laughed slightly. They thought he was scared, they thought what they were going to do would be a punishment, but it would be a favour. He could now die gloriously like he should have done all those years ago.
He got up and went to his desk, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill towards him. He dipped the quill in the ink and started to write a letter to Hermione.
Hermione sat in the burrow, everyone had left after the funeral and she was sitting in Ron's old room. She was getting worried about Harry, he had left the house nearly three hours ago and he hadn't come back.
He had been acting strangely too, ever since they were in the hospital.
She sighed and stood up, she shouldn't be thinking of Harry so much, Ron had just died, and all she could think of was why Harry was acting strangely.
She went downstairs where Fred and George were sitting in the kitchen.
"Hermione do you want a drink?" Fred asked as he poured boiling wated into two cups.
"No thanks." She said.
"Where's Harry?" George asked.
"I don't know, he went out and hasn't come back." Hermione said.
"He's taking this really hard." George said as Fred handed him a drink, "does anyone else get the feeling that he thinks it was all his fault?"
"That's how Harry always takes things." Hermione said sitting at the table with them.
"I suppose." Fred said, they fell into silence.
"I'm going up to bed," Hermione said.
"Good night." They both said, Hermione went back up the stairs. She could tell how much pain Fred and George were in, they had been the same when the other members of their family died. They were quite, very unlike them, but then again so would you be if one of your last relatives had died.
The next day Harry sat on his bed, still in the clothes he was wearing the night before. He hadn't slept a wink, he had just stared into space the whole night.
An owl tapped at his window, it was delivering the Daily Profit.
He opened the window with his wand and allowed it in. He put some money in its pouch and it flew off again.
He opened the paper and saw the headline, I B Hogsmeade Under Attack /I /B
Harry's eyes scrolled down the page and he read the story.
I The all wizarding village in now deserted and Death eaters can be seen roaming around the streets. No one is sure who is responsible for this attack but it is feared that it is on of He Who Must Not be Named followers trying to follow in his footsteps.
It is just like the attack of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that happened when You Know Who was defeated by Harry Potter, and people fear that this 'new dark lord' is trying to avenge his master.
This attack took the Ministry completely by surprise, and it is therefore why it has taken them so long for them to do anything about it. Since the attack started last night they have tried twice to take the village back, but they have failed. /I
Harry stopped reading, and put the paper aside.
He stood up and got changed, today was the day it all ended, he was going to Hogsmeade.
"Harry, are you here?" He heard Hermione shout from downstairs, she must be back from the burrow.
He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a hand on is door knob.
Harry didn't want to see Hermione, it would be too painful so he apparated away before she opened the door.
Hermione entered the room, she had heard the crack and knew he was gone.
She sighed, he obviously didn't want to talk to him, she was about to leave and go back to the burrow, where Jack and Isabelle were, when she saw a piece of parchment screwed up on the floor.
She bent over a pick it up, it was the note to Harry that they had found in the hospital.
"Oh Jesus," She whispered to herself, she put the not down then and picked up the paper on the bed.
She scanned the article on the front page, when she finished reading she sat there thinking. She was now worried, very worried.
As she thought a note on the desk in the corner caught her eye. She went over and found it addressed to her.
She opened it and read it.
I Dear Hermione.
I'm so sorry for everything I've put you through for the past few months. I know you would never admit it, but it's all my fault. It's my fault that Ron is dead, my fault your children got kidnapped, my fault that you nearly died. Nearly everything bad happens in this world is because of me.
Me coming back here was a mistake, I have no reason for being here. I came back to be with everyone that I loved, but now I find they're all dead because of me. I now have to put right everything that I have done wrong.
I'm going to find Lestrange, I'm going to end it once and for all. I'm going to go down in a blaze of glory and bring him with me. I'm not going to return this time, there will be no 'coming back from the dead' this time.
I pains me to leave you, and you will never know how much you mean to me. I am sorry once again.
All my Love
Harry /I
"No," Hermione whispered as she put together the everything she had found in his room.
He had gone to Hogsmead, he was going to save the village and kill himself and Lestrange in the process.
She dropped the note from her hand and ran out of the room like a headless chicken. She had to stop him, but how.
She ran into the kitchen and picked up her wand, she was going after him. She took a deep breath and apparated to Hogsmeade.
