'We have everything we could ever wish for,' said Harry. 'But it's all a bit too wholesome. It almost makes me sick. Do you know what I mean' Hermione nodded. 'How come we get to enjoy it, yet so many of our friends are dead in their graves' 'The boy who lived,' he commented bitterly. 'Lived and lived again. Always someone else to die for me.' 'Not die for you. Die with you.'

One chapter (not the first) from an unpublished Harry Potter trilogy. Just putting it out there as a sample because someone wrote me a nice review in which they asked me if I was going to publish anything else.