"If I die young

Bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river, at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song"

-If I Die Young

Chapter 1: If I Die Young

Disclaimer: I own the plotline, nothing else.

He was broken… No, shattered…

Just two weeks had passed since Harry, Hermione, Luna, Neville, Ginny, and Ron…had foolishly broken into the Department of Mysteries. The objective was simple: Grab Sirius and get out as quickly as possible. Well, although they had managed to successfully save Sirius, (not that he needed saving) the price they paid was hardly worth it. Sure, Harry was ecstatic to still have his godfather with him…but the loss of that other person…that made it all seem pointless. Without that other person in his life…the one he held most dear aside from Sirius and his other friends…well he just didn't know what to think. Harry snapped. He felt like an empty shell without that person…and he wasn't the only one.

Sirius had tried on more than one occasion to cheer up his godson and get him to move out of the Dursley's. For some reason, however, Harry had refused to leave that horrible place and turned against him. He couldn't blame the teen entirely, though. What bugged Sirius the most was the fact that Harry had decided to punish himself by denying him the happiness of a new home along with a family that would love and take care of him. All of this, he did to himself because he believed he was at fault for what took place on that horrible night. That night which changed everybody's life…and not for the better.

Harry most definitely was not the only one suffering. There were nine others out there who were actually off worse than him. Those people had more of a reason to grieve over anybody else who was there that night…and it was those people that Harry had decided to forever hide from. The shame and guilt was just too much for him to bear. He knew that he would never be able to face them again. Harry assumed they wouldn't mind that prospect either. How could they not hate him after the loss he had caused them? No…he would never show his face around that lot again…

The only thing Harry would allow himself to partake in was Hogwarts. He was about to enter his 6th year and figured that at this point he would be better off finishing his last two years quietly. If he did well academically, he could become an auror and try to make the Wizarding World a better place instead of the worse one he had already created…or at least that's what he thought.

Yes, Harry decided he would attend Hogwarts, steer clear of those he had caused so much pain, and do his best to carry on in the shadows where he would no longer disturb the lives of others.

Afterall, he was the reason Ron had died that night down in the Department of Mysteries. It was him, and him alone, that was to blame for the loss of his best friend, Ginny and the rest of the Weasley sibling's brother, Molly and Arthur's son, and Hermione's other best friend. How he could possibly live with that guilt, he would never know…but he would soon find out.

No matter what anybody else told him…he knew he was to blame. Not a soul could change his mind.

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I know this chapter was short. The others will not be like that!

This is only the beginning.

Next: The Burrow

Until Then...