Idk about the title, I don't have one yet/ Please read and review.

Summary: ONESHOT Set after HPB. Harry is pondering whether he can live that certain someone.

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It was about 3 days after Dumbledore's funeral. Harry was reviewing the note that he had just spent an excess of 2 hours writing. He folded the note up, whispered Nox to put out the light emitting from the end of his wand. He thought back to what pushed him into making his decision.

Dumbledore was a wonderful old prune. Even though Harry's insides burned with a hatred nothing could surpass, he couldn't help himself from chuckling at what he was thinking. But his laughter stopped abruptly when he remembered what he was there for.

He felt sorry for what he was doing to the others. But in a way, he wasn't. They had been his friends, but they deserved to feel the pain he did when Dumbledore died. Then his mind wandered to Ginny. Oh, how he would miss stroking her beautiful hair, caressing her face. It almost made Harry want to get down from the Astronomy Tower where he was standing.

But he wouldn't; rather, he couldn't turn back on his decision. He took one last sip from the bottle of oak-matured mead on the ground next to him, and he began to read his note.

To whomever it may apply,

I don't deserve to live anymore. I know that someone else will probably be able to defeat Voldemort at one time or another. But it won't be me. I won't be able to even see who will eventually read this note. I want to wish a heart-felt goodbye to Ginny, Hermione, Ron and all the others. It wasn't your fault. I don't even know who's fault it is. It may be mine, it may be Snape's or it may even be Voldemort's. I will never know. I wish to have my funeral the same as Dumbledore's. I want to follow his lead, to the end. I just want to say that I'm sorry for the pain this will cause me, but I'm happy that the pain I feel will be over.

Goodbye,

Harry Potter

He put the note in his pocket, and turned around.

Then he smashed the bottle of mead on the ground, took one of the shards, used it to slit his wrists.

Then he jumped of the tower, meaning to hit the ground exactly where his mentor had.

"See you soon, Dumbledore!" he yelled, and then he expired.

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That was my first suicide fic. What do you think? Should I write a continuation, from another persons point of view? Voice out!

Shawn Sousa