Fix this you bastard

Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived was now the master of death. As he stared out at the smoking mountain tops and heard the sobbing of students from the ruined castle behind him he looked at the river below him.
"What now?" Ron asked. "I mean thats the most powerful wand there is. So what are we going to do with it?"
"WE?" Hermione asked, appalled.
She gave Ron a dirty look and Harry slowly pulled the stone out of his pocket and held it up to the light. He looked at the elder wand and sighed.
"Harry?" Hermione asked softly.
"It's not right." Harry muttered.
Hermione took a step forward, aware of the deathly drop in front of her friend that he could easily fall over. He pulled out his wand and mumbled something that she didnt quite hear. She cautiously held out her hand.
"Harry please come away from the edge." She said lowly.
"Its not right." He said again, pacing on the railing of the bridge.
"Harry, mate, come down" Ron said, paling as he saw Harry's foot slip over the edge.
Hermione jumped back in fright as something flew past her head and into Harry's hand. Harry let out a sob and tied the cloak around his neck, almost slipping in the process.
"Harry please" Hermione whispered.
"Where are you, you bastard?" Harry yelled out to the mountains. "Where the fuck are you?!"
"Harry" Hermione choked out.
"COME HERE YOU BASTARD! COME TO YOUR MASTER!" Harry screamed holding up the stone and the elder wand "UNDO IT! YOU COME HERE AND YOU FIX THIS!"
"Harry," Ron said, tears falling from his eyes "Its just a story..."
"NO!" Harry's voice broke with his screams "He has to come! I DEMAND YOU COME AND FACE WHAT YOU DID!"
"Harry... Death isn't coming" Ron said softly. "You cant fix this one mate"
"No he- he has to come! I have to fix it!" Harry said weakly, falling to his knees on the railing "It's my fault... I have to fix this..."