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Based on the song So Cold by Ben Cocks

A/N: This chapter is from Harry's POV. Part of a challenge

If You Dare: 383: Kick the Bucket

Are You Crazy Enough?: 614: (word) Moral.

I first realized I was still alive when I heard whispering coming from somewhere nearby. I recognized Dumbledore's voice, and I held back a groan so I could hear what was being said. "...can't just leave him here, he's not safe..." The other person said something I couldn't understand. "...safe from Voldemort but not himself and that's the bigger issue at the moment..." I decided from what I'd gathered then that he was talking about me.

I was just about to end his babbling when I heard an unexpected voice enter the conversation. "I know you're going to ask me to take him, and the answer is no!" Why was Snape talking to Dumbledore about me? Why did Dumbledore tell him about me? "I refuse to be cursed with his arrogance and selfish wallowing!"

"You may see a different side to him, Severus." No, Snape is actually right. I am a selfish prick who deserves to die. There is no other side to me.

Snape sighed, as though he were actually considering it. I groaned so he wouldn't have a chance to answer, and Dumbledore was by my side immediately. "Harry, my lad, are you awake?" I opened my eyes and saw him standing over me. I flinched away, unintentionally which caused him to back off some. He looked hurt. And very, very old. "It's okay. You're safe here."

I turned my head to where Snape was standing. Dumbledore followed my gaze and turned to Snape, saying, "Perhaps we should continue our discussion on a later date." Snape nodded and left.

"Why didn't you let me die?" I asked as soon as Snape was out of earshot.

Dumbledore looked surprised. "Why should I have let you die? Do you really think I would allow one of my students to successfully kill themselves if there was anything I could do to stop it?"

"Oh, so now you're giving a shit about me. Yeah, I heard what you said after Sirius died. But that was after Sirius died. It took my godfather- my last connection to my parents- to die for you to start giving a single shit about me."

"Harry, I've already apologized and will forever regret what I did."

I turned away from him and didn't respond. He couldn't hear me cry- see my dreams all die- at my stupid relative's house from where he was on his own, I thought to myself. I felt a shiver go down my back upon remembering them.

I tried to distract myself from those thoughts only to be pointed back to Sirius. When I saw the vision of him being tortured I couldn't take it. My aching body literally fell to the floor. Then I tried to talk to him at Number 12 Grimmauld Place and I only saw Kreacher- may the miserable thing be forever damned. But I should've known that he was safe. That Voldemort was just trying to lure me out. Now it hurts much more.

"Harry..." I felt him put a hand on my shoulder.

I whipped around and yelled, my heart bleeding, "You still owe me a reason for why you let Sirius die!" Dumbledore looked shocked and very sad at my response.

Suddenly, Hogwarts didn't feel like a home anymore. I didn't think I'd ever belong anywhere at this rate.

I know I'm always writing short chapters, but I just don't know how to write more! If you have any suggestions let me know! I love hearing from you guys! Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. Please review!

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