Harry became more serious. Growing up? Maybe. His life will never be sweet.

Lately he has become much quieter, was thoughtful and somewhat foggy. It was difficult to talk to him because he was constantly silent. Ron and Hermione have lost count of how many times they've tried to talk to him.

Death of Cedric, death of Sirius, another return of the Dark Lord. This was even more painful than it seems.

"Why can't I be strong? Why do I suffer?" These were Harry's thoughts that constantly tormented him.

The weather outside was disgusting, the snow was wet and gray, the bare tree trunks near the lake looked so lonely.

Harry stopped near a lake whose water was covered with thin ice. He didn't want anything. His soul was sad, but he couldn’t just tell someone about it.

Unfortunately or fortunately, you were also near the lake. Harry was not happy about the company because he wanted to be alone.. But for some reason it was comforting.

"I want to live, not just survive." Harry blurted out. In fact, he himself doesn’t understand why he said this out loud in front of you. Perhaps your silent, quiet personality now acted as a sign to him that he could trust you. Or not. Harry didn't know, but he didn't care.

He is desperate.