Death has a capacity to shatter the strongest of humans. Even the toughest nuts must crack eventually. Harry felt that the hard way. He had lost his parents at a young age and he had just lost his Godfather, Sirius Black. Harry was there in the Department of Mysteries when Bellatrix Lestrange fired the fatal curse that sent Sirius to his death through the Veil. Harry chased after the deranged woman and ended up face to face with his mortal enemy- Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Marvolo Riddle. Dumbledore had come to stop Riddle and fight him himself. Voldemort vanished when the minister of Magic, Corneilius Fudge, and a bunch of Aurors came and saw that Harry Potter, the boy they slandered, had indeed been telling the truth of Voldemort's return.

Harry of course was upset and angered at himself for being led into a trap, along with five of his friends. When in the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore showed Harry the prophecy, made by Professor Trelawney.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will power the Dark Lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." (- Order of the Phoenix, chapter 37: The Lost Prophecy)

When Harry left Dumbledore's office and headed up to Gryffindor tower, he paused as he heard two familiar voices speaking harshly.

"That potion, Ginny, you got it ready?" said a voice.

"Yep, and soon Potter will be mine and he will die and make me the richest witch in the wizarding world! Mum told me, Ron!" said the other.

Harry could not believe what he heard. The voices were raised again.

"The Amortentia is sorted and that Potter prat will be wiped-poof! Oh Ronald and Ginervra, Mummy Molly is proud of her babies. Ginny will marry him and we'll be rich, thanks to his monetary donitions. Thank Albus!"

Harry had heard enough and ran off, feeling sick and angry. His best friend had betrayed him! Ron Weasley had fabricated his friendship, as had Ginny. So much for saving her from Voldemort three years ago! And as for Molly, well,...Harry could not believe it. He ended up in a corridor and fell in great turmoil. He clutched his head and his heart. He was in great pain and his heart was broken. He had had enough of his life. He thought of his parents, his godfather, Sirius and cried out:

"SIRIUS! MUM!DAD! PLEASE DON'T DIE! I LOVE YOU! EVEN TO DEATH...PLEASE...HELP ME!" He fell clutching his heart and he rescinded into a mass of a wreck. He had finally cracked. He was so distraught that he did not notice a hooded figure step near him. It was a girl in the same year as him. She stood there saddened by the wretched sight of Harry tormented by his life. She knelt next to him and whispered:

"Harry, can you hear me?" No reply. She decided enough was enough and waved her wand and said: "Libera" (to free) over Harry. He instantly calmed and was still, but unconscious.

"Oh, Harry" said the girl, "What have they done to you?" Tears started flowing as she cradled Harry in her arms. "It'll be ok, no-one can harm you now, Lord Potter". Just then, two figures appered beside her. It was Neville and Hermione, who was most upset at the sight of her 'brother'.

"Thank God, you two! It's Harry, he's cracked! Let's get him to McGonagle!" said the girl.