Charmina

“I need to leave,” he whispers, but the words ring out clearly in the silent house and the girls’ eyes widen just slightly. One-shot

Written PreHBP. “Don’t do anything rash,” Draco tried again. Without taking his eyes of the knife Potter whispered, “Give me a reason Draco. Just a single one.”

Two boys, sitting alone in the darkness on a stormy night. “Why?” he whispered quietly, in a heartbroken tone, as he watched his hands. His companion only stared at him with sadness, as if searching for the words that might comfort his friend but not being able to find them.

"But the lonely man didn’t see it. He didn’t pay any attention to it, for his eyes were focused on the ground below. The ground covered in crimson blood and motionless bodies. He was focused on the battlefield where the fates of many had been decided during the night, a night he would never forget. A night that would always be remembered as the night when The-Boy-Who-Lived defeated the Dark Lord."

"If it had been someone else, maybe they had been pushed over the edge earlier, but that doesn’t matter. The fact is that this was my last push, the last thing that was needed to block me from the world." Is Harry able to handle Sirius death and the new about the prophecy? The answer is no.

“Why is that?” the boy by the window asked.````The sandy-haired boy frowned. “Why is what?”````“Why can’t you choose how to die?”

“I’m such a wimp. It’s been two years, and I still can’t come here without starting to cry.” He wiped off his face again, and then looked down on the ground. “But I just miss you so damn much.” Oneshot.

"He stood leaning against the wall, drinking, as he opened the letter and started to read. His eyes suddenly widened and the glass fell to the floor, smashing into hundreds of pieces." Ron gets a letter from Harry.