Disclaimer: I in no way, own any of the Harry Potter characters. Sadly, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing them.

Learn to be lonely

He sat there, trying to come up with a reason as to why all the worst things happen to him.

He never cried.

Never.

Until now.

Child of the wilderness

Born into emptiness

Learn to be lonely

Learn to find your way in darkness

She died. Winning the war did nothing to comfort him. In fact, it only infuriated him more. She died to save him...

The greasy git.

The bat of the dungeons.

The snarky bastard.

Who will be there for you?

Come forth and care for you

Learn to be lonely

Learn to be your one companion

Why? Why her? Of all all the people...Just when he opened up to her...Soften up even...Just as he'd learn to love her...Yes love her...

His room was now a complete chaos...Things mixed up everywhere. Just like his feelings...Anger...Hate...Sorrow...Love...Dismay...Betrayal...

With only a month before graduation. He looked forward to the day that her brown eyes would glow with pride for her accomplishments. The moment she would cease to be his student.

Never dreamed out in the world

There are arms to hold you

You've always known

Your heart was on its own

He sat there holding a picture of them, working in the lab in Grimauld place last Christmas. It was cold there, but somehow, her presence was enough to provide warmth. That was the moment he realized he had feelings for this girl...But he just didn't have the courage to admit it.

He loved her. He really did. After the long time that he closed himself from the world. He opened up to this girl.

This girl...No, lady...had been his one source of hope...shattered

So laugh in your loneliness

Child of the wilderness

Learn to be lonely

Learn how to love life that is lived alone

He held her hand before she died. Voldemort's last kill. The last kill...why? Why her?

Voldemort realized Severus was the traitor...He tried to kill him...Severus awaited death...but it never came...

Something bumped into him.

He opened his eyes and to his horror found Hermione blocking the green light headed for him.

It hit her.

Learn to be lonely

Life can be lived; life can be loved alone

"I'm sorry," she said hurriedly "I lov..." And it hit her. That wretched green light.

She fell on him. Voldemort's laugh filling the air. Then it stopped. Grief and an astonished cry. Potter killed him...he's dead...the war was over.

He sat there cradling her...Overwhelming sorrow etched in his heart.

"Hermione...I love you...," he whispered softly to her. He knew she couldn't hear him.

Still he said it anyway. It still felt wrong though. He should've said it sooner

Too late anyway...

A/N: Review please...Should I write more? Thanks for reading.