Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…ur mom is a troll…don't sue me

Harry/blaise. Don't know for sure how their slash will play out. But just in case. There will be sex probably. Like I said before…this is my version of how Harry would continue after "No More" by Redrum.

Harry Potter took a deep breath that seemed to stir the air. The room was warm but Harry still felt chilled. In the comfortable, but small room he rented, Harry's eyes reflected the fire; looking at something only he could see.

It had been a six months since he left Severus, two months since his friends stopped 'checking in' on him, and one month before his heart and stomach could stop clenching violently at the thought of Severus and Malfoy together.

His life had been one of utter nothingness. His actions were limited to sleeping, eating, and entertaining his friends, if he could even call it that.

Ron and Hermione visited the most. Even though they never said it, Hermione out of tactfulness and Ron because Hermione probably threatened him, Harry knew that they were thinking it. It was in the air whenever they spoke. It was in their voice, their eyes.

'What did you expect, Harry? Snape is Snape and Malfoy is a git. You never would have lasted.'

When they asked him questions, Harry would give monotonous non-answers that had them exchanging not so subtle glances and whispers.

Soon the times they visited grew further and further apart once they realized he was not going to harm himself. Then they just stopped coming.

But now, Harry felt like he could truly breath again. Wiping his face with tired hands, Harry felt his barely used magic stir in and around him. Green eyes contemplated his wand on the table next to him, weighing, considering. His callused and scarred hand reached out to grab his wand. Magic crashed through him and splintered the wood in the room. All of a sudden, energy was rushing through his veins and Harry felt impatient and angry. At the time he spent moping and subconsciously hoping Severus would throw Malfoy and his twisted arse out and come to get him. But, Harry would not wait. Not for Severus. Not anymore.

Harry stood up and drew his robes around him as he stepped outside of his room.

Diagon Alley hadn't changed. People were still moving quickly, the world was still turning, and people's voices rang in his ear. Somehow, Harry drew strength from that. This normalcy. The fact that the world was still working even when he wasn't. Like waking up from a dream, Harry knew that he would be alright. Here and now, he still wasn't one hundred percent, but he could breathe, walk, and talk. More than some people could do. He intended to come back stronger and happier. But he had a few loose ends to tie up.

Two hours later, he had given the deed to his Muggle Bar to his best employee who practically ran the Bar while he was incapacitated. He was, also, now the owner of a rather nice flat. It was well warded, cozy, and a place he could actually call home. The past few months, Harry had been in limbo without anything solid to grab to. He now knew he had been depending on Severus to provide that. But Harry knew he had to provide it himself now. Harry knew he had to shed Severus from him like unwanted skin and knew that he had only completed a few steps in his quest to find himself. Nothing worked better than keeping busy. Harry had to find a new job.