ALL OUT OF LOVE

By Sapphire200182

This is Ending One in my Alternate Endings story. Click the 'Next chapter' button if you want a happy ending. You have been warned…

Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling's characters, nor do I own Air Supply or any of their songs. I just own the plot… sniggers

Warning: If you can't stomach certain things, don't read.

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Act 1

I'm lying alone, with my head on the phone

Thinking of you till it hurts

Harry Potter sighed and fell back against his bed, a sixty-year old caricature of the Boy-Who-Lived.

He struck his head against a Muggle telephone installed to take Muggle calls. He disregarded the throbbing lump on his head though, for there was another part of him that hurt even more.

I know you're hurt too, but what else can we do? Tormented and torn apart…

His soul.

I wish I could carry your smile in my heart

For times when my life seems so low…

The tormenting picture of a certain smiling redhead dangled in his mind, torturing his mind and soul.

It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring

When today doesn't really know…

Doesn't really know…

Burying his face in a pillow he despondently thought back to his other relationships, all that hadn't worked out. Like Cho.

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you,

I know you were right, believing for so long

Bitterly, he blamed himself for letting her leave. "I should have asked her to stay, keep me company," he told himself. "Anything to keep her from those damned Death Eaters."

He still blamed himself for caving in, letting her join the Auror task force that had been assembled to purge every last known Death Eater from the world. He believed that he was ultimately the cause of her death.

I'm all out of love, what am I without you? It can't be too late to say that I was so wrong…

He had no children; the Potter couple hadn't been able to manage somehow. So he was left with almost no-one to help him through crises like these.

His work was deteriorating; his colleagues at Auror HQ expected him to be fired at any moment. He lacked one important part in his life, the part that completed him, made him whole: her.

I want you to come back and carry me home,

Away from these long lonely nights…

He wondered whether there was a spell that enabled communication between him and that place. That place that she was now in…

I'm reaching for you; are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh so right?

He'd tried psychic projection of his thoughts; but that hadn't worked. Only one option for him was left…

And what would you say if I called on you now And said that I can't hold on?

Death.

There's no easy way, it gets harder each day

Please love me or I'll be gone…

I'll be gone…

She would tell him not to take the easy way if she was around, thought Harry. His arm trembled, and the wand at his temple drooped a little.

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you,

I know you were right, believing for so long,

"Avada Keda…"

The words stuck in his throat, and for an instant he could not force them out. Then he blacked out, his body squeezing and constricting. "Is this how it is to die?" He thought to himself. Those were his last thoughts…

I'm all out of love, what am I without you,

He came to in a graveyard, and at first thought he might be in the wizard Nirvana. But the sand beneath him was real, the miasma of death in the field was real. He got up, wondering how he managed to get here. Finally, he concluded that he must have been so focused on this place of agony that he had unwittingly Apparated.

It can't be too late to say that I was so wrong…

He stared at the gravestone in front of him, at the familiar faces of James Potter and Lily Evans – or Potter, rather. He recognized this special graveyard now – the memorial in remembrance of all those killed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The largest graveyard in the entire wizarding world.

The same place where she was buried, killed by that bloody Parkinson bitch. It had happened more than forty years after Voldemort had died, when the Dark Army were but a scant few who could cram their entire forces into a taxicab.

Oh, what are you thinking now?
What are you thinking now?

He wondered what his parents were thinking of their son now. Then he looked at the grave next to his parents'. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks, running in the dried trail-blazed path of the old ones.

Oh, what are you thinking now?
What are you thinking now?

He lay down in the grass, and closed his eyes, hoping to shut out his memories, shut out the real world, shut out the insanity that was his life.

I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you…

He couldn't stand it any more.

Epilogue:

Ron Weasley sat in his house, grey-haired now, nursing a 16oz cup of double-black coffee. He turned to look at his wife.

Hermione smiled sadly, glancing down at the Daily Prophet newspaper folded in her lap, at the orbituary of the man that they knew so well, then back at Ron.

"Well, at least they're together now," she said. "I'm certain that they're very happy."

He didn't say anything, he only raised the cup to his lips, and drank the dark scalding-hot liquid inside. And somehow, some way, Ron knew that she was right.

It made the bitterness taste sweeter, somehow.

In the graveyard, a new headstone graced the plot of land next to the big marble headstone where Harry James Potter had been found dead two days ago, dead by his own wand.

Next to the one titled "Harry Potter," a marble tombstone proclaimed the name of "GINNY WEASLEY."