Harry's song

I never thought I'd die alone
I flew the fastest who'd have known?

I took my time, I hurried up
the choice was mine I didn't think enough

I'm too depressed to go on
you'll be sorry when I'm gone

Harry jumped off his broomstick. He stood there, right in the middle of the Quiditch pitch, thinking back to all the memories this place held for him. His first match, Hermione and Ron in the stands holding up a Potter for president sign, the feeling of catching the snitch for the first time, knowing they had wan the match and it was all him. Riding his Firebolt for the first time here, suddenly moving faster then he ever had before, the wind whipping through his messy hair and a look of pure delight on his face. The triwazard tournament. Dragons, spiders, blast-ended screwts, and Voldemort. He remembered clutching Cedrics life-less body and taking him home, not letting go until they were away and safe. And this was where, just over a year ago during their fifth year, he had first kissed Hermione. Dear Hermione who he had lost in the final battle. Dear Hermione who had drawn him to come back here.

I always conquered, always came
my life just held such better days
days when I still felt alive
we couldn't wait to get outside

He dropped to his knees, crying, clutching at his broomstick as if it could stop the pain. In his minds eye he saw the letter, delivered to him only days before the fight

Harry potter,

I'll be seeing you soon again, boy.
Your mother's love can protect you no longer and now you are mine.
You and your friends will suffer in my wrath, and burn in my hatred.

T.M.R.

On the back there was a map of the grounds. It showed a path, leading deep into the dark forest. On the bottom was a date, the day before the last day of school.

The world was wide, too late to try
the year was over, we'd survived

I couldn't wait till I got home
to pass the time in my room alone

He had gone to the spot on the map that day, but it was a trap. When it was all over, only a handful of students and teachers had survived Hogwarts that year. Harry had done nothing but cry for two weeks in his room when he returned home, still saddened by all the lives lost that day that he could have saved. Harry stood up and whipped his eyes. He moved out of the pitch and began walking across the grounds towards the school. It was just the way he remembered, charred, partially collapsed in on itself. The most destroyed part was the Gryfindor tower. And that was why he had come. To join the love of his life in the last place she had ever been. He still felt alone, even though in some way she was still here with him.

I never thought I'd die alone
another six months, and I'll still be known

give all my things to all my friends
you'll never keep my room the same way again
you'll clear it out, clean it up
remember the time that I spilled the cup
of Dudley's milk in the hall
wish I could tell mom this is all her fault

Hermione, he thought, why did it have to be you? Yes, he had met Voldemort at the time he had said, but it was not him. Wormtail stood in the clearing instead to tell Harry it was too late and his precious friends were gone. He had run back to the castle as fast as he could. The astronomy tower was in flames, as was the rest of the school. The Gryfindor tower had collapsed to little more then rubble. Ron had been there, fighting death eaters in the hall. His voice echoed in Harry's head now. "Run! They've got Hermione down in the chamber. Get her while you still can Harry!" then a sword wielded by the man he was fighting chopped off his left arm and he let out a squeal of pain. Harry knew what this was about. Voldemort had taken the only one he loved in an attempt to kill him. He would try to kill him now as he couldn't do when he was a child, if only because of his mother's undying love for her son.

I tried to conquer, always came
my life just held such better days
days when I still felt alive
we couldn't wait to get outside

He ran to Myrtle's bathroom quickly, shouted the words to open the sink so loud he could almost hear his own hisses, and jumped in the hole. Pipes passed by him in rapid succession, carrying him down into the chamber quickly but still not fast enough. When he landed, he saw the chamber as it always had been. Except now in was filled with men in large, black cloaks. And directly ahead of, in front of the stagnant pool around the Slytherin statue, Voldemort was standing over Hermione with a bloodied blade in his hand. As if possessed by another force, He pulled out his wand and began shouting spells into the swell of Death Eaters. Most were standard Hexes that would knock them out for little more than a few hours, but there was also the abundance of Cruciatus curses and Avada Kedavras thrown in. Before Harry could do too much damage, three Death Eaters grabbed him and took his wand. Voldemort walked over and threw taunts at Harry, who could not hear a single one through his worry, then jabbed the knife into his shoulder. Then suddenly a bright light flashed from behind Voldemort, and he and all his minions were sent to their knees. A wind whipped through the chamber, and the knife in Harrys shoulder started to tingle. He knew what was happening when he saw Hermione. She had somehow cursed the knife to act as a portkey. Then he felt rather than heard a voice in the wind, whispering something he could only guess was in some form of Dutch. "Bind hem aan mij. Stuur ons aan de donkere plaats." In that moment he knew, Hermione had just sacrificed her soul for him, bound herself to Voldemort and his followers and made them share her fate. The building shuddered and began to fall apart even as the portkey pulled Harry away and took him to the grounds outside the castle. It was over, Voldemort was in hell, and Harry had lost the love of his life. And now, just a few months later, the memory pained him even more.

The world was wide, too late to try
the year was over, we'd survived
Still couldn't wait till I got home
to pass the time in my room alone

Harry made his way through the rubble to the area he remembered the chamber entrance being. He remembered doing this once before searching for but never finding a way back to Hermione. Of the hundreds of teachers and students there that day, sixteen remained. Prof. Trelawny had been the first to go, killed instantly when they had first broken into the great hall along with many students. Snape had died helping several of the people out, crushed by falling debris. Ron had died days later from blood loss. Draco, even though Harry did not think he deserved to, had gotten out without a scratch. Unlike his father who had died in the chamber with his master.

I never conquered, rarely came
tomorrow holds such better days
days when I can still feel alive
when I can't wait to get outside

the world is wide, the time goes by
my life is over, wish I'd survived
I wish I could, go back home
to pass the time in my room alone

Harry sat on the rubble and pulled out his pocketknife. The knife pierced his skin, tearing it open just under his wrist. In His last moments, Harry thought of his room at home. How he wished none of this had happened and he could be in there right now dreaming of next school year. The last thought of the boy who lived was of Hermione, though. He murmured "I'll be there soon, my love." He fell back onto the rubble and thought no more.