Well this started out as a small one-shot dedicated to Piroko Hatake, but by golly it turned into this huge document... Right now it is about 14,000 words, and I am still editing and adding to the thing. So who knows how long it will end up being. Because it is so long, I have decided to split it into chapters.

This story has a Harry Potter/Edward Cullen/Jasper Whitlock pairing. If that offends or disgusts you, then I kindly ask that you do not read. Please also take into account that Edward and Jasper are already vampires, and if you want to know what happens to Harry than you have to read.

This chapter has not been beta'd so please excuse any mistakes. If you see one and feel the need to point it out then please do!

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter. I do not make any money from writing this.

Heres to you, Piroko Hatake.

It was over. It was finally over. Harry sighed loudly, and crumpled to the ground, his legs no longer able to support him. As a matter of fact, his whole body was shaking and quivering from the strain of the battle that had just occurred in the Forbidden Forest. The usually fresh and pine smelling air now had the stench of blood and burnt flesh, but it didn't seem to be bothering Harry one bit. He just kept breathing in the life-giving air in small pants that hurt his lungs. He didn't care that part of that smell was emitting from him and he also didn't care that he was the main reason that the air smelt that way. He only cared that it was over. In fact the only conscious thought that was running through his head was that it was over. It was finally over. He could now move on with his life after all of these years of running and hiding and planning and searching and training. The war was over. The pressure lifted. Life could go on. Finally.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed in contentment letting his body relax into the hard ground. A sharp rock was poking him hard in the back, and a tree root was uncomfortably holding his head up from the ground and making his chin almost touch his chest unnaturally, but he didn't care one bit. He just wanted to lay here and relax. He knew that he really should be getting up and going back to the castle, but he couldn't find it in himself to move. He was just so tired emotionally and physically. No one could understand how much the war had taken out of him. To have to be raised to be a killer; it was exhausting and unwanted. Harry had never wanted any of the glam and fame that came with the name Harry Potter or The-Boy-Who-Lived.

And now that the war was over, Harry planned on leaving and never returning. People would have two reactions to the ending of the war. They would either love Harry for finally ending it or they would hate him for causing so damage by not ending it earlier. No one would look at the fact that Harry was only seventeen years old and that no seventeen year old should have to be asked to kill someone. They would only look at the death, the pain, the destruction, and the loss that had occurred over the years, and point fingers at the appropriate people. Harry would be the main one.

The hard rock that was pocking Harry finally became too much and he shifted his body tiredly not even noticing the bloody oozing from his many cuts that ranged from shallow to deep. Bruises were scattered across his body in an array of colors, and there were sure to be a couple of broken bones thrown somewhere into the mix too. The small pool of blood that was starting to surround Harry was attracting the many kinds of animals in the Forbidden Forest. Their eyes glowing from the light the moon was casting on this dreary night. None of the animals dared approach the fallen Boy-Who-Lived. It seemed that even they knew who he was.

Harry lifted his head from his chest as best as he could and looked up. He wasn't able to lift his chin very well, but he forced his eyes ignoring the tingling feeling that he felt when his eyes protested the movement. The trees blocked all view from the night sky; only allowing the moonlight to shine through the spaces in the trees, but it seemed that someone was watching out for Harry because the trees began to move of their own accord and soon enough there was a small opening right above Harry where he could see straight up into the starlit night. I wish that I could be somewhere that I am wanted for being the person that I truly am and not The-Boy-Who-Lived. I want to be somewhere that I am loved desperately and uncontrollably. I want to be owned and to own. I want what I have never had. I want love. Harry whispered to himself in his head and he looked up the pitch black sky littered with small fluffs of clouds that glowed white in the night light. It was beautiful.

Harry closed his eyes, sighing deeply and let out a wet cough when the action disturbed his lungs. Harry knew that it was blood, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was too weak to move or do any magic, and no one would be coming to look for him any time soon. They didn't even know that he had left the castle to go to the Forbidden Forest. Eventually yes, they would realize that he had left the castle, but it would still take a while for that and then they would have to try to find him in this godforsaken forest.

He knew what the others would have said if they knew that he was coming out here alone. Hermonie and Ron would have just begged him to stay in Hogwarts. Neville would have tried to say that he needed to come too. Ginny would have cried and said that Harry didn't need to do this on his own. And the others…Well they would have just been background noise. They wouldn't have wanted him to go, but Harry knew that he had needed to do it on his own. He needed to be the one to kill Voldemort, and the needed to be the one who got redemption for his Godfather and for his friends and loved ones.

Harry coughed again, spitting and sputtering up blood from his throat and lungs. A fitting ending for the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry said to himself as his breathe turned more ragged and his lungs began to protest. The pool of blood was growing wider, and the animals around more restless. Harry knew that there was nothing that he could do. And besides he would rather die than be in pain for the rest of his life. Injuries like the ones that he had would not be cured easily and would never fully go away unless of course he had his soulmates by his side, but that idea was impossible and unthinkable. No one that Harry had ever talked to had ever found their soulmates. No one ever truly did. It was a myth. An idea that had been planted in wizards to make them believe that there was something out there that they didn't have.

Harry coughed loudly again and let his head lull to the side so that he could spit up the blood that was collecting in his mouth and throat. A thick wad of blood and mucus ran down Harry's chin as he struggled to breath. Violent tremors and shivers ran down Harry's spine as his magic struggled to keep the dying wizard alive, but it was all in vain. Harry was dying, and for some reason, he had accepted that.

Truthfully, Harry didn't want to die. He wanted to be able to live and long and healthy life with his friends and family and hopefully, eventually, a lover, but things don't always work out the way that you plan them. And Harry knew and accepted that; he had a long time ago when he had been placed, as an infant in a basket, on his aunt's front doorstep.

If anyone should have a dying wish I think that it should be me. To whomever you are out there listening, if anyone is even listening, let peace come over my friends after they find me here. Let them accept the unacceptable and move on with their lives with as little pain as possible. Let happiness and joy fill their hearts, and give them the life that I will never have. Let the pain dull over time, but never let them forget. It is too important for them to not forget. I hope that they find love, happiness and peace with their world and with themselves. That is my last wish.

And with that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, softly closed his eyes and wandered towards the white light that beckoned a new life.

"Oh my child there is so much pain," Mother Earth said to herself as she watched the defeater of Voldemort wander towards death's gates with determined and relieved eyes, "You have never lived life child. You have never known the comfort of a mother's arms, or the strength in a father's voice. You do not know the joys of being a child or the pleasure and love of a lover. So much selflessness, my dear child. It is time for you to know child, and I will be the one to take you."

And with that Mother Earth closed the gates before Harry, and searched the world for the one thing that all wizards want, but have truly never had. With a start, Mother Nature realized that Harry was even more special than she had thought. He had two soulmates. With a giggle, Mother Nature pulled her sleeves back and started her meddling work. She knew that Harry would love his mates, and his new life.

*bites nails nervously* Was it okay?