Chapter One
Hanging
~_~ Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter and never will.
He was sick of his life, just going by every day... His eyes would stare off into space, he'd go about everything with obedience. His aunt and uncle were shocked, what had changed him so? He use to be such a smart mouth and now... he was acted like a zombie. He didn't eat what they gave him, he wouldn't sleep, he would do nothing but his chores. They didn't even notice when he taken some rope from the basement, or that he cried in his bedroom late at night and early morning.
Petunia, woke up early in the morning and went to wake up Potter, only to find his room empty. She searched all upstairs and when she went into the living room... Harry Potter was hanging, the rope was tied around his throat and the other end was tied to one of the wings of the fan(1). A step-ladder was on it's side on the ground near Potter. If he wasn't so light, the fan probably would have broke. A woman's screams are what woke up the rest of the house that morning.
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(A/N) Sorry it's short, just wanted to give you something. I was bored... and depressed so I wrote this for you... Enjoy...