Harry stared down at the pictures covering Blaise's floor. He supposed she'd been looking at them before the battle. It was him and her. He remembered feeling so happy, when she had been his life. She'd been everything to him, and then she left.

He had made such a stupid choice. Joining Voldemort, what reason had he told her? He had forgotten an excuse. Maybe he had been sick of having the world depend on him, maybe he had just felt like it… maybe he truly was evil.

He stared down at one picture it was Blaise and him smiling by a tree, not just any tree, their tree. He remembered craving their initials together in a heart, he remembered loving her more than anything in the world, he still did. He always had, always would.

He remembered being with her, doing everything the pictures showed and soon he could tell that things had changed between them, the pictures changed from happiness to a lie.

Harry looked down at the baby in his arms, his baby. The child was beautiful and Harry knew from the moment he saw the child that he could never take care of it. The boy looked very similar to himself, but had a few of his mothers features; but mainly only his eyes. Hermione and Ron would be here soon, he'd sent a letter telling them to take care of the child... he hoped that they would come, but either way he needed to leave.

He sighed. His life had gotten so tangled up that nothing could untie it, the world was worse now then it ever was before. Soon it would be a mess of strings and nothing would be normal. He didn't want to see it, he didn't want to be tangled up in it… He was done being Harry Potter. He was done being the savior to the world and he was done being the betraying git.

He placed his son on the couch and kissed his forehead. "I love you, Dustin." He smiled and placed a letter with the baby. It was almost strange for him to leave his son, but he needed to. "I'm sorry I couldn't raise you. But they will take care of you." He spotted Hermione and Ron coming to the door, he was a bit realized to see that the came, he then and appartated away.

That's when he died. That's when Harry James Potter, savior to the wizarding world and betrayer of it, died. And with only one witness to young to ever remember it.

The End

A/N: Finally done! I've had all of the chapters done for awhile. But I've been perfecting them, now that I'm finished I'm not sure that I really like it that much, ah well. All done now. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and thanks for reading to everyone.