A/N I've decided to add an epilogue. I think it called for one. Different view point.

Weep. Just weep.

These two lover's, seperated by the power hungry and biased wizarding world. Look at the emerald eyed raven, a boy so..........diminished.

Fall. Just fall.

It was forbidden, they knew this all too well. See the dead gaze of the blackened snake, a man so........helpless.

War. Just war.

It was death for them all, none would survive. Who could, with Voldemort rulling a world so........listless.

Suffer. Just Suffer.

The emerald eyed raven knew this all too well. For he, he alone, was Harry Potter, the Boy-who-wasn't-to-win a war so.......hopeless.