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Remember: Harry is in his fifth year and Sirus is alive, I couldn't get rid of him. ^o^
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Chapter 1 On Your Way Down'
Nighttime, darkness, a world of shadows, pain, regret, and escape. No one would look upon him with joy or happiness ever again, for he was a lie, a lie from the very beginning. Behind him he could still hear the celebration from the students and staff, Voldemort was dead, by the hands of Neville Longbottem or that's what everyone believes. It made Harry sick when he thought about the little bastard and how he was given the glory when he walked out of the lair with Voldemort's head in his hands when Harry shoulve been given the honor. He had soaked up all the new fame, even said that he had saved the life of the boy-who-lived who had recently been captured and tortured by hoards of more then willing death eaters. In truth Harry wasn't captured at all, he'd given himself up, if only to get closer to the Dark Lord, but that worthless Longbottom had ruined it by actually getting caught. Harry didn't even know why he had gone back after the incident, maybe someone would believe him and care about him enough to try to convince the others. But no, no one wanted to even look at the nothing that was the boy-who-lived, the coward.
Ron and Hermione, the eternal couple had rejoyced when Neville came back, they never even asked if Harry was okay. Nor Dumbledor, the man that Harry could've called a father, a friend, was now the man whom Harry loath. He wanted so bad to break the old mans legs and hip, then watch as he crawled around on the floor desperate for help, but did Harry get help? Did Harry get even one person to try to rescue him when he was brutally raped over and over again by the Dark Lord and his ever present sidekick Lucious Malfoy, who some how escaped getting incinerated with the other death eaters and their master from Harrys final attack. He was a slippery man indeed, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if the others knew that he was still alive, planning, scheming.
Unfortunately Harry did not escape unscathed, the serpent king had of course marked Harry with a large red scar that went across his right eye, from the middle of his forehead down to his middle cheek. Fortunetly he could still see in his right eye, but it was just another one of damn Voldemorts marks, like his lighning scar. Beside the rest of his body that was racked with gashes, broken bones, cuts, bruises, and scars of all variety Harry's soul was the thing completely broken. The final crack was when Sirius, his Godfather, proclaimed adoption rights for Neville because his grandmother had died recently, and right in front of everyone. He didn't didn't even spare his best friends child a glance at went he went back, no one would let him talk to him either. "Leave Sirius and Neville alone, they deserve some happiness!" Fred and George Weasley had said that to him, and that was the only thing they had said to Harry since then.
Lupin was far too happy with his new werewolf laws, he didn't have time to talk or spare a glance in Harry's direction. As for the rest of the professors, excluding Snape who was still in the hospital recovering from the injuries Voldemort had given to him when his life of a double agent was found out. Harry was glad that Snape had made it through, he was the only man who could've understood who Harry was, the only man who Harry would if needed to, trust completely. Now though, Harry would no longer see the gates of that damnable school, nor the anceint halls were peeves and other ghosts would float around, as if life was truly eternal. No longer would he grace Dumbledore's office full of gadgets and muggle lemon drops. And no longer would he visit Hagrid in his little hut and eat his terrible cooking. No longer, he would no longer live in an illusion of a world such as the wizarding world, where shattered souls are no longer welcome.
The forbidden forest stretched for a miles, Harry had no clue when he would get out, if he got out. His body was growing tired and his tattered clothing barely kept the chills off him. It was no good that he was leaving a mile long trail of blood either for the creatures which loomed in the darkness of the forest were always hungry, and not always for a meal. Now dehydrated, starving, and in pain mentally and physically, the world's true savior trudged slowly along the fallen leaves and debris of the hoary forest waiting for something to finally do him in.
His luck was never that good, the forest seemed devoid of life, even the insects have not yet crossed his path. He could've easily have killed himself if he hadn't dropped the knife he stabbed Voldemort in the neck with, or his wand which exploded when he focused all his energy into the remaining death eaters. No, he was doomed to die of blood loss or starvation that is if the creatures of the forest would make an appearance some time soon.
Finally stopping at a large tree of sorts the emerald eyed boy unceremoniously sat down at the base, trying with all his might to still the pain in his ribs so he could breath properly. His vision blurred as everything began to take its toll on the boy's body and mind. Sleep and rest was as needful as a glass of water, but he doubted he could keep it down as he had been vomiting up blood for a while now. No, death seemed imminent from the blood loss, maybe if he could throw up again it would be just enough. However, he was in no condition to move, nor could he anyway. So he just sat there, waiting for the hand of death to reveal its cold icy grip.
Before exhaustion and injury could take its final toll Harry saw a large black blur approach him at 11:00. Ah, my savior, come to relieve me of this world. Too bad it had to look like Sirius. . .' The last thing he could remember was falling into a mass of soft black fur as the dusk finally set.
I hope I see you on your way down
I hope you break every bone
I hope it kills you on your way down
I hope you die alone.
All of your hate and all of your lies
Will it be worth it?
When all of your friends
Refuse to be alibis. . .
Will it be worth it?
I'll see you on your way down
It's kinda sad to see you break down
You greedy fuck you pissed it all away
So who will catch you on your way down?
You've only got yourself to blame
When all your worst fears. . .materialize
Will it be worth it?
There's no one who cares you're alive
Was it worth it?
I'll see you on your way down.
-Stabbing Westward On your way down'
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