Harry had a secret. Of course Harry had a secret. He was Harry Potter.

What no one knew was that seeing as Hermione was in quite an awful state, Harry Potter stayed quiet.
The guilt about what had happened to Sirius was boiling up inside slowly. It was building up. Every night his dreams were filled with horrible nightmares where Sirius was murdered in various ways, and Harry had just stood there helpless.
He had woken up crying every night.
Since he found out about Hermione's illness, it had been even worse...

A few of them were still battling, and most of them were unaware that Albus Dumbledore had just arrived to help them. Harry watched as he fought off the Death Eaters. He stood with Neville and his eyes flickered over to Sirius Black, his godfather, the man that he had meant to be his savior.
Hermione was nowhere in sight... she was unconscious somewhere... but he had no time to think about this. He was supporting Neville to stand as he watched the battle continue.
He saw Sirius battling with Bellatrix Lestrange... he watched as Sirius ducked the jet of red light.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Sirius laughed. He just kept on laughing at her, a smile spread wide on his face as if he were having the time of his life.
This was the part Harry dreaded most. This was the part was the part where he tried to call out to his godfather, tried to protect him, but would fail.

"Sirius, watch out!" Harry tried to scream, but no sound spilled from his lips. Sirius laughed again, his voice echoing through out the room. "SIRIUS!" Harry screamed once more as a second jet of pure blood red light hit him square in the chest. Harry froze as if he were made of ice. Laughter was still clinging to the dark pools of Sirius' eyes as they widened in shock at being struck.

Harry dropped Neville and pulled out his wand, trying to get to Sirius before it was too late.
Dumbledore turned to the dais as Harry watched Sirius helplessly.
Then, something else happened... Hermione was there...

She's supposed to be unconscious and safe somewhere... Harry thought.

Hermione was running towards Sirius at incredible speed. She was beautiful, compassion and love and the world pulsing in those chocolate brown eyes.
It seemed to take forever for Sirius to fall and Hermione to reach him. Harry could still save them. There was still time... he reached out to save the two of them...

"No Harry," Dumbledore said as he placed his hand on Harry's arm and lowered it slowly.

"I have to save them!" Harry sobbed as he watched Hermione grasp hold of Sirius' arm and try to help, but instead she was being pulled down with him.

"No Harry. You have to let them die. You're too late to help them. You let them down, and now it's too late... they're dead," Dumbledore said in resolution as his best friend and his godfather disappeared beyond the veil which gave a soft flutter.
They had just fallen through the archway and would reappear any second! He watched expectantly... but the two did not return.

"SIRIUS! HERMIONE!" he screamed in horror. He ran towards the archway, towards the veil, but his feet were melting to the floor and the archway seemed to be swallowing itself hole, disappearing into some sort of invisible black hole...

"NO!" he sobbed in horror as the archway disappeared into itself.

Dumbledore placed a soft hand on Harry's shoulder and sighed.

"You let them die, Harry. You let them die and they'll never forgive you for It."

Harry woke up screaming in horror at what he had just seen. Something rippled through his body as that scream released all the pain and frustration he felt after the dream.
He slammed the heels of his hands to his temples with sweat dripping from his scalp. His scar burned lividly and he screamed again. There was an audible cracking sound. He screamed until he was breathless, trying to block out the images of Sirius and Hermione falling beyond the veil, helpless...

"Harry!" someone was screaming though he didn't hear it. "Harry!"

Someone was shaking him violently by the shoulders. Harry's eyes fluttered open and tears spilled heavily from his eyes. Ron stood there in front of him, only recognizable by his vivid red hair. He fumbled for his glasses and slipped them onto his nose.

Worry was plastered over his best friend's face.

"Oh god, Ron," Harry mumbled and covered his face.

"Are you all right, Mate? Bloody hell I thought you were dying or something!" Ron exclaimed, having gone incredibly pale. Harry shook his head, his breathing heavy.

"Just a nightmare... just a dream..." he reassured himself.

"Must have been a hell of a nightmare," Ron mused and then let out an impressed whistle.

Harry shot a look up at Ron, who was looking above his head.

"Why do you say that?" Harry demanded. Ron just merely pointed above Harry's head. Harry turned around and looked where he was pointing. The glass window two feet above his head that was at least five inches thick had a split going right down the center, all the way through.

Small little cracks stretched from the larger one, causing it to look as if the glass were on the verge of shattering.

Harry hugged himself and trembled. He was no longer afraid of his nightmare...

He was afraid of himself.