The Greatest Gift They Never Got
AN: Hi. As a warning this fic could be considered depressing. I got the idea for it yesterday when I was driving home from school (ok so my 16-year- old sister was driving. But I was getting inspired and that is all that matters) and listening to this song by DC Talk. (I think) Anywhoo one of the verses was about this girl who overheard her parents talking about how she was a mistake and that the best Christmas present they ever got from her was a pill that she took. Oh and the characters that I use in this story don't belong to me.
Harry Potter stood by his bed in his room. It was a month into summer vacation after his fourth year. Just thinking of the events of the past year was enough to make him sick. To make matters worse not only had the Dursley's thought of several ways to make his life terrible but he also had not heard from ether of his two best friends since school had let out. Hermione he could understand since she did not have an owl but Ron had no excuse that he could think of. He stared at the bottle of pills in his hand. They were sleeping pills that he had found in his aunt's medicine cabinet. He slowly reached one shaking hand up to open the bottle. It would be so easy to end it all now. To end all of the nightmares about Voldemort. (AN: VOLDERS!!!! HEHE!!!) To end all of his guilt about Cedric's death. That was it then. He would simply take the entire bottle. Obviously nobody would miss him if they hadn't cared enough to at least write him. Harry opened the bottle but as he did a small feathery object knocked it out of his hand. It was Pig. Harry felt his heart soar. He grabbed the tiny owl out of the air and hurriedly untied the letter.
Dear Harry,
Sorry it took so long to write you. Fred and George the stupid gits thought it would be funny to use a charm to take Pig's wings off and then hide them. Anyways mum finally got permission for you to come to the Burrow. How does the day after tomorrow sound? And Harry? Please don't do anything crazy. Nobody blames you for Cedric's death. It was an accident.
Ron
Harry smiled slightly as he picked up the pills that had fallen out of the open bottle and returned them to the plastic container. As he threw the pills away and began to write his reply to Ron he couldn't help but think of the Dursley's and laugh. They would have been overjoyed to find him dead but now they would never even know what a chance they had lost. It had to have been the best gift they had never gotten.
AN: OK so it probably sucked but hey I won't know that unless you review. HINT HINT!! ;^D
OH and while your at it please read and review my other story. *gives the readers big puppy dog eyes* It is called 'The Girl Who Lived'. And I know I know that I write things that contain a lot of things dealing with suicide in them but hey that is what happens when you allow a suicidal person to write fan fiction.
AN: Hi. As a warning this fic could be considered depressing. I got the idea for it yesterday when I was driving home from school (ok so my 16-year- old sister was driving. But I was getting inspired and that is all that matters) and listening to this song by DC Talk. (I think) Anywhoo one of the verses was about this girl who overheard her parents talking about how she was a mistake and that the best Christmas present they ever got from her was a pill that she took. Oh and the characters that I use in this story don't belong to me.
Harry Potter stood by his bed in his room. It was a month into summer vacation after his fourth year. Just thinking of the events of the past year was enough to make him sick. To make matters worse not only had the Dursley's thought of several ways to make his life terrible but he also had not heard from ether of his two best friends since school had let out. Hermione he could understand since she did not have an owl but Ron had no excuse that he could think of. He stared at the bottle of pills in his hand. They were sleeping pills that he had found in his aunt's medicine cabinet. He slowly reached one shaking hand up to open the bottle. It would be so easy to end it all now. To end all of the nightmares about Voldemort. (AN: VOLDERS!!!! HEHE!!!) To end all of his guilt about Cedric's death. That was it then. He would simply take the entire bottle. Obviously nobody would miss him if they hadn't cared enough to at least write him. Harry opened the bottle but as he did a small feathery object knocked it out of his hand. It was Pig. Harry felt his heart soar. He grabbed the tiny owl out of the air and hurriedly untied the letter.
Dear Harry,
Sorry it took so long to write you. Fred and George the stupid gits thought it would be funny to use a charm to take Pig's wings off and then hide them. Anyways mum finally got permission for you to come to the Burrow. How does the day after tomorrow sound? And Harry? Please don't do anything crazy. Nobody blames you for Cedric's death. It was an accident.
Ron
Harry smiled slightly as he picked up the pills that had fallen out of the open bottle and returned them to the plastic container. As he threw the pills away and began to write his reply to Ron he couldn't help but think of the Dursley's and laugh. They would have been overjoyed to find him dead but now they would never even know what a chance they had lost. It had to have been the best gift they had never gotten.
AN: OK so it probably sucked but hey I won't know that unless you review. HINT HINT!! ;^D
OH and while your at it please read and review my other story. *gives the readers big puppy dog eyes* It is called 'The Girl Who Lived'. And I know I know that I write things that contain a lot of things dealing with suicide in them but hey that is what happens when you allow a suicidal person to write fan fiction.