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It wasn't his fault...

Yes it was, all of it...

He didn't  mean for it to end this way...

He knew what he was doing...

Snape was the one who killed him...

Draco helped...he knew it would happen...

He didn't, he didn't know...

Keep telling yourself that...

    Harry bolted upright, looking around frantically. He was in his room at Grimmauld Place. He had moved in a few weeks after the headmaster's death. The good thing is that he had company, Ron and Hermione were able to move in with him.

    Harry was sweating heavily. He was dreaming of that horrible night. The night that will change his life forever. He threw off his covers and put on a pair of shorts, he couldn't just walk around the house in boxers...could he?(Ladies?)

    He quietly opened his bedroom door, thankfully he woke no one up. Ron was a zombie when he's woken up early and Hermione was as mean as a banshee when her beauty sleep is disturbed. Harry tip-toed down the stairs and to the living room. He tried to be as quiet as possible but he was still a little groggy and his toe hit the outer leg of the couch.


    It came out faster than he could cover his mouth. He heard a door open.

"Harry, Harry is that you?" a soft voice came from the top of the stairs.

Damn it, I woke her up. I'm really gonna get it now...stupid couch.

    A heavy eyed Hermione came in the room. "There you are, Harry."
She was wearing pink pajama pants and a loose white cotton t-shirt. She placed her hands on her hips, like a mother ready to scold her child.

"What am I gonna do with you, Harry?"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't go back to sleep."
"I'm not suprised. It's a miracle that you have even slept at all."
"Umm, do you want anything to eat? I was on my way to the kitchen."
"No thank you Harry, I'm gonna go back to bed." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "You try to get some sleep too, ok, it's going past 2 am."

    Hermione gave Harry a hug and a small kiss on his cheek, then disappeared up the stairs back to her room.

    Wow...she didn't even yell at me. She must have been really tired.

    Harry sighed and took a package of turkey out of the fridge and a couple slices of bread out of the bread bin. Mayo would have ruled but there was none.
Eh, mustard will's the next best thing on gobbler sandwiches.

    As Harry ate his sandwich, his mind wandered off.

"No, don't do it!" The words never came out of his mouth.
"I'll kill you, Snape! You son of a bitch!"

    Harry snapped out of his daze. He was trembling. What just lasted for a moment felt like forever.

    No longer hungry, Harry threw his unfinished sandwich in the rubbish bin. He went into the living room and lay on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling until sleep overcame him.

    Hopefully things would be better in the morning.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. jk rowling owns it all( I think)

A/N: Sorry about the wait. I heavily edit my chapters till they sound right. But if it sucks anyway...please review and tell me, it helps us writers alot.

Next chapter...An appearance by none other than Draco Malfoy.

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