First thank you all of you for sparing your time and reading this story. It is my first fanfiction ever, and there is possibility that I will have problems in writing, and possibly you will find errors in the writing. So if you find mistakes, forgive me, and if possible remind me to correct them.

I don't own Harry potter characters. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. The genius that she is.

This story is Harry/Sirius pairing.

Everywhere that he looked was only blood and gore, bodies littered everywhere bloodied and broken. He looked around himself, searched for his friends, but the only thing that he found was the lifeless bodies of his loved ones. "Why?" he mumbled, his voice broken and defeated. "Why?" He said a bit louder. One could easily hear the sign of a storm coming in his voice. "WHY?" He shouted this time; rage distinguishable in his voice, one lone sob escaped his throat. "Why?" he asked, sobbing softly, clutching body of his best friends to his chest, his clothes was even more bloody than before, but he didn't care anymore, " What have I done to deserve this, what did I do? Which sin had I committed? What have I done? Someone please answer me. Why do I deserve this pain? Please answer me." He cried harder than ever, cried for his friends, his family, his love, for all the things that he could have in this word and didn't. He cried for his lost childhood, his lost innocence that he killed with his own hands hoping for a better future not just for himself, but for everyone that he loved, even for everyone that he didn't know. Now there was no future, not for himself, not for his friends, dead people didn't have future, and it was all his faults. Lots of this people died protecting him, taking the curses meant for him with their bodies, all for hope of a better future. But which future? Families where erased completely in the battle, magical creatures were killed upon sight. At least one thousand were killed in the second war, around five hundred migrated. The once glorious community of the Wizarding Britain will be a mere shadow of its past self. Obliteration of the damage will at least take two hundred years. "Is it even worth living? Would anybody miss me after all? I don't have anybody to live for. It is not a difficult decision, is it?" He thought glumly, thinking about something that all his life considered a sign of weakness, thinking about something that was the lowest of low in his opinion. "Is it a bad thing that I want to join them, to wish for happiness? Is it low?" his miserable mind was conjuring beautiful pictures, of his family, friends, of a happy life. "No it is okay to be selfish for once." He thought and slowly raised his wand to do what he was thinking about, death was better than this life.

"Do you think that it will solve your problem? I never considered you weak; it seems that I was wrong." It was a melodic voice coming from behind him; he turned slowly, wand ready and a curse at the tip of his tongue, ready to strike. But nobody was there.

"I thought you didn't care for leaving, so why such caution?" this time the voice came from right, he turned that way but nobody was there either.

"Show yourself or …" he threatened, not completing his sentence.

"Or what my little boy, what can you do to me?"

"Show yourself I warn you!" He threatened adrenalin of the battle still coursing through his veins. He was ready for another battle if necessary.

"Don't worry; I didn't come here to harm you. I'm just a friend." She said with her calming voice, it's similarity to the phoenix sound was uncanny.

Harry snorted despite himself, and glared hatefully at her.

"If you haven't noticed, my friends are all dead. You are certainly not a friend, and as I don't know you at all I certainly do not classify you as a friend." He said bitterly, looking at the mysterious woman the whole time, searching for a hint of danger.

"How can I convince you that I don't want to harm you?" She asked seemingly deep in thought. "Hmm, wizards always believe in oaths, don't they?" She mumbled to herself. "I swear on my life that I have no intention of hurting one Harry James Potter, and I also swear that everything that I say is truth, and nothing except truth."

Suddenly a bright golden light surrounded her likes of which Harry had never seen in his life. After a moment that the light faded and Harry was able to see again, he saw that there was still remains of golden glow around her.

"What the hell was that?" Harry asked dumbfounded, all the pain and grief gone in the presence of the glow.

"It was the evidence that you wanted the proof that I was telling the truth." The woman answered simply, head titled sideway giving her look of innocence, but something was screaming to Harry that she was far from innocent and could be extremely dangerous if she wanted to. That was why he was extremely cautious about her. But at the same time that thing said that he could trust her. He didn't know what to do, so he simply let his instincts take over.

He reluctantly sat down beside her. "What is so important that you will swear upon your life so that I would believe? Who are you? How can you appear out of thin air without a sound in a place that is excessively warded against apparate and portkey? And if you want to help, why did you come so late? Where were you when my friends were killed one by one in front of me?" he asked all the questions monotonously, the good mood vanishing fast after the golden glow faded completely.

The woman, sensing his distress, let some of her magic out to calm him slightly, and started talking with her melodic voice. "I'm sorry. But I couldn't be here; I couldn't come for you sooner. I wanted to, but it was against the rules." Harry wanted to interrupt here, wanted to ask what did she mean, but even before he could open his mouth, the woman raised her hand, asking him to be silent and continued.

"I know that you have lots of questions, but please let me continue. You would get all your questions answered this way, and you understand better. If you have any question, ask it after I told you my story, okay?" Harry only nodded not knowing what to say, and the woman continued.

"Thanks dear" She said with a tinny smile. "So let's start from the beginning." She paused for a moment, seemingly collecting her thoughts, and then started again. "Before a baby is born, fate and destiny write a story about his or her life, but once written nobody can change the story, except when mortals give godlike powers to another one. That is what really happened that changed your story too. Your kind gave too much power to Dumbledore, and like many mortals the power went to his head. He essentially became a control freak, trying to control every event for the greater good; he lost the sight of individuals. He didn't count them important anymore, so he didn't pay the people much attention. And also with all the responsibilities that he had, he really didn't have time for the school, and when the relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor changed to animosity, he didn't try to do anything about it, labeling it as unimportant. This action essentially made lots of Slytherin join Voldemort. The Slytherins thought that they didn't matter for anybody in the light side; and they were already labeled as dark, so they joined the dark. Don't take me wrong Harry, Dumbledore was a good man, he just needed a reminder, but as everybody saw him as a god, a person who cant make a mistake, nobody saw his mistake, and if they saw they didn't dare to remind him of that. If he was reminded, he would accept it and none of these problems would have happened. But alas there was no true Gryffindor." She stayed silent, and let him think about it all. After a minute or two she started again.

"He was a good man at heart, not a devious monster, but his actions led to the event that changed the grand future that was meant to be, to this massacre. As the key to that grand future was a Slytherin teen, you better know him as Regulus Black."

Thank you for reading this story, you made me write the second chapter fast. I really cannot believe that you people add my story to your favorite stories, or put it in alert. Thank you so much. And please please please review, your reviews make me so happy.

And speciall thanks to skyler black and .0.

On a special note, the first chapter would have happened in the next few days if SHE hadn't come. Harry wouldn't kill himself, and would have written his will and the letter, and then he would have committed suicide. But with HER coming everything will change.

Until next chapter

BYE.

Love Sabrin