Disclaimer: 'Harry Potter' and its characters do not belong to me, and this applies to every chapter of the fiction.

A/N: What the hell am I thinking starting another piece of fiction when I should be updating what I wrote? Seriously, I have no idea, but this plot just wouldn't leave my mind so I figured I'd better just get it out. Inspired by some of the survival stories that I have read, hope you like this new fic titled 'SURVIVE'.

For readers of my other fics, don't worry, I will still update them, especially the other piece of Harry Potter fic (crossover) 'The-Boy-who-crossed-over' that I'm currently rather enthused about, thanks to the wonderful reviews/favs/follows.

Warning: Violence, abuse, angst, suicide, death. AU, for obvious reasons. Oh, and there will be no magic.

Summary: Harry Potter, 'Boy-who-lived', just couldn't find a reason to continue living. Will a change in environment change his mind? Or will he succumb to his wishes in, 'The Island'?

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Chapter 1: The-Boy-Who-Did-Not-Want-to-Live

Huddling in the warmest corner of his cupboard, a green-eyed ten-year-old boy stared blankly into the darkness, a nightly activity in the household of number four, Privet Drive. He had finished his chores, gotten his meager meal – a slice of stale bread of water, and the usual beating for not performing up to his relatives' satisfaction.

Fortunately for him, it wasn't a heavy beating as Vernon Dursley, his uncle, was in a relatively good mood having clinched a big deal for the firm he worked in as a director. His wife, Petunia Dursley, was also pleased with the latest piece of juicy gossip she managed to successfully eavesdrop from the neighbors. Dudley, their eleven-year-old son, was away on a summer camp, a welcome reprieve for our protagonist, Harry Potter.

Dudley is not only similar to his father in appearances, but in his violent tendencies as well. The two male Dursleys are both large, obese really, with blond hair and blue eyes. In contrast, Petunia, though also blond, was thin. However, the smallest person in the house would be Harry, the black-haired boy who had the misfortune of being related to Petunia, who was the sister of his deceased mother, Lily Potter.

Harry Potter's parents, according to Petunia, both died in a car crash. Apparently he had miraculously survived, in fact he was the only on who did among the dozen who was involved in the huge traffic accident and thus dubbed by the media as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived'.

Nothing further was known of Harry's parents, as the Dursleys do not like talking about the Potters, and he was taught from young – Don't ask questions – that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. It had been nine years since he started living, if what he was doing could be called that, and Harry has learned quite a few useful things during this period.

He learned how to survive on the minimal that a child could eat and still function enough to do his chores – Petunia was especially ingenious in testing out the amount of food she could give to the boy and not end up killing him. He learned how to protect his vital areas during a beating so that he would not be grievously hurt. From a small-time ex-convict, who took pity on Harry, the boy learned how to pick locks and pockets. This skill was especially useful during the times when Petunia 'forgot' to feed him. It was also handy when he wanted something but obviously couldn't afford, as he had no pocket money from the Dursleys. He had amassed quite a small fortune of stolen money, books and other trinkets.

For a while after Harry was befriended the ex-convict, Thomas, the green-eyed boy was contented. Using the money he pick-pocketed, he had enough to eat, books and trinkets that kept him entertained. He could even heal his wounds better from medical supplies he procured. However, his happiness was short-lived as a police shot Thomas, when he and his group of accomplices attempted to rob the Surrey bank. He did not survive.

An investigation revealed that Thomas was seen talking to Harry, which lead to the police questioning the Dursleys. The beating that followed was one of the worst that the raven-haired boy ever experienced, and it took him three months to completely recover. It was during this three months that Harry learned that his tolerance for pain was higher than what he thought he had. It was also during this period when he was injured that he discovered that the medical knowledge he had gathered from books was really essential his recovery and subsequent survival.

The Dursleys pretty much left Harry alone during his recovery, as it was obvious he wouldn't be able to do any chores, as even walking was a difficulty. During the long confinement in the cupboard under the stairs, he was isolated, with thoughts about the meaning of life circling his mind like a vulture gliding in the air, waiting for their prey to die before feeding on its meat.

Why did Thomas have to die? Why did he have to continue living? What is the meaning to continue living like this everyday, being kept like a criminal in the cupboard and only let out to work like a slave under the tyranny of the Dursleys, subjected to beatings and verbal abuse to their whims? Is that the reason for his survival while his parents died? Is that all he have to live for?

After Harry recovered and was let out of the cupboard to do chores for his relatives, he took the time to sneak off to conduct some research. At night, using a small torchlight he procured at the local hardware store, he studied and planned at a feverish pace; cutting his sleep time to gather the answers he needed desperately. Yes, the abused ten-year-old had enough – he no longer want to continue with this pathetic existence, this pale imitation of so-called living.

Though young, Harry was not a stupid boy; in fact he was far more intelligent than his peers for his age. Sadly, for all his cleverness, he couldn't find an escape from his violent relatives – not from the corrupted local police who was easily bribed by Vernon whenever a kind bystander report his suspicions of the boy's abuse. Certainly not from the unsympathetic neighbors who had been brainwashed into believing the rumors – viciously spread by Petunia – that Harry Potter was a lying, good-for-nothing, ungrateful delinquent. Now that even his only friend and mentor Thomas had died, Harry no longer had a reason to live. There was no way out of this hell, to gain much-wished-for freedom other than death.

Deciding to die wasn't hard for the green-eyed pre-teen. The difficult part of selecting the method to accomplish this end. Although Harry had a high threshold for pain, he do not like it – thus he wish to die with the least amount of pain and as little fuss and mess as possible. It was surprisingly easy to research for methods of suicide, or ways to kill through the Internet in the newly opened Internet café that served both drinks and provided its patrons with Internet access on its computers.

It was during one of his online research that he discovered a website with black background and just a few large words.

DO YOU WISH TO DIE? WE CAN FULFILL YOUR WISH.

Curious, Harry clicked on the one and only link on the webpage. It brought him to another page asking one question –

ARE YOU SURE YOU WISH TO DIE?

Without any hesitation, Harry selected the onscreen button, 'Yes'.

YOUR WISH WILL BE GRANTED. PLEASE PROVIDE YOUR NAME AND ADDRESS.

Deftly, he typed in the necessary information and clicked on 'Next'.

THANK YOU. YOUR WISH HAS BEEN SUBMITTED. PLEASE RETURN HOME AND YOUR WISH WILL SOON BE FULFILLED. HAVE A NICE DAY.

There was nothing else on the screen except the same message, so he closed the page and left the café. It was time to return to the Dursleys before he was caught sneaking off anyway. Scoffing, the pre-teen thought that the whole thing was probably a hoax or a poorly thought-out prank, not knowing that his life was soon going to be changed completely.

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Next chapter: The Island.