Disclaimer: As everyone probably knows, I don't own Harry Potter. Wait, yes I do, its downstairs on my book shelf with pasta sauce splattered on almost every single one of those pages. I'm such a horrible person.
Scene:The 6th Year at Hogwarts.

An Angsty Tragedy: The Life of Harry Potter

I live such a traumatic life
, Harry Potter thought to himself as he lay in his bed, pondering why his life was so sucky. He looked up at the four poster above him and felt a tear slowly creeping down his cheek. The tear was hot and it stung him. The tear is stinging me! Ow! OW! Harry thought. His sheets were warm, but he hated the warmth. He wanted cold, cold was all anyone ever seemed to give him and he was used to it.

No one loves me. They all make fun of me behind my back. I know it! I'm gay and I can't tell anyone. I should just die. My life isn't worth it. Harry though some more. Thinking really hurt him inside. That reminded him of the horrible pushups he was forced to do in fourth grade. He grabbed his arm and felt his muscle. It was flimsy and felt like he were dipping his finger into pudding. Pudding is warm. I hate pudding. Harry sighed sadly and wiped another tear off of his cheek.

My parents are dead. Sirius is dead.The Dursleys hate me. Why must I continue living? I have no love. And the one I love, he does not love me. Harry continued moaning in his head. An overwhelming pain consumed him. An overwhelming pain is consuming me! Harry screamed silently.

I suppose I'll go to sleep now, Harry thought, holding his heart. However, he spent many a minute continuing to be overly-dramatic. The poor thing!

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Ronald Weasley looked over at Harry with a look of disgust on his face. He had woken up from the sound of Harry softly whimpering. Now, Harry had his hand on his heart and was staring up at the ceiling, as if he was trying to look like a deep and intense model. Ron shook his head. Why was Harry so egotystical and annoying? Harry was always pitying himself and randomly saying I wish Sirius was here. What Ron wished was that Harry would die and burn in hell. How could Ron have ever liked Harry if he had known that Harry would turn into such a self-pitying jerk? And an annoying one at that.

Ron looked at his watch and saw that it was 4 in the morning. I wish that fucking moron would stop whimpering so I could actually sleep. This is the fourth time this has happenned and the term has only been going for four days.