Author's Note: Hey y'all! This is my first story published. Right now it can barely be called a one shot, but if for whatever reason any of y'all like this I guess I could probably add to it.

Disclaimer: Anything remotely recognizable to something you have read before does not belong to me.

Harry stared out across the ravine, watching the sun and clouds and cliff, and could not find it in himself to care. To care about the war, to care about his friends, to care about himself. His feet shifted, bringing him an inch closer to the edge. Maybe the others also did not care about him. After all a weapon, no matter how human in appearance, was still made to be used and discarded.

He thought back to the veil, Sirius's fall, his smile, his laughter, his peace. Harry wanted peace, he craved it, lusted after it. Just one more step he thought and everything will be better.

He never looked back, never jumped. He just closed his eyes, leaned forward and smiled knowing that he would finally find peace.

In another dimension, in a another world, another black haired and green eyed man allowed himself to fall. Leaving his everything behind to find peace.

One man giving up on saving a world, another man about to destroy the world.