Harry Potter and the last Wishmaster

by gohansakuraminto

Harry is removed from the Dursleys and goes to hogwarts. He recieves new powers unlike anything anyone has ever seen. Sirius is Alive! who the heck is Rachel?

1. It hurts!

Harry Potter and the last Wishmaster

Chapter one

Harry's pov

Today is the 30th of July. Meaning, it's my birthday tomorrow. Sometimes I wonder why I was even born. What is the reason for me being here? I'm worthless, nothing but a waste of space. I've tried to tell myself that it's not true. I know it's my uncle's words, not mine. Yet, when you're told something enough times you end up believing it, I guess.

Then, there is the pain. Everything hurts so much. I've lost almost everyone I care about. I lost my parents, my friend Cedric, and just this summer, a few months ago, my godfather, Siri. Not to mention the beatings and the rape when I'm at home. My uncle raped me not twenty minutes ago. I feel a tear run down my face. I don't bother wiping it away. Why should I? More tears run down my face now, and I feel that all too familiar need again; the need to get the pain out.

I know it's wrong, but it feels so good. I stand painfully up from the bed and lift the loose floorboard under it. That is where I hide all my most precious things, like my invincibility cloak, the marauders map, and a few other things. I pull out the small dagger I got from Siri for Christmas, and take a moment to feel how well it fits into my hand. Then I press the sharp blade to my wrist and make four deep cuts. One for each important person I have lost. Then I take the dagger in the other hand, and make an even bigger cut on the other wrist. I watch fascinated as the blood runs down my arms, and smile grimly. I could end it. I could end it all. Just by cutting a little deeper, and let the blood flow. The world is starting to get fussy now, and I think I just heard yelling downstairs. It didn't sound like uncle Vernon through. Nor like aunt Petunia, or Dudley. That's weird. Oh, well.

I had just made another cut when I hear a startled gasp over by the door. I turn my head slowly from my position on the floor, (when did I lie down?) and see Professor Snape standing in the door, looking at me, shocked. That is the last thing I remember, before darkness overcame me.