Harry sat on his bed thinking things over in his head.
All the people he had loved or cared for were being hurt and killed.
Cedric- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Sirius- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Ron- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hagrid- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hermionie- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Remus- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
All these people dead and his entire fault. He no longer wished to put the people he loved in danger. Not that it mattered really most were dead anyway. He had gone through his sixth year losing people.
And then there was him all he was, was a chess piece to Dumbledore in a live game. It made him sick. He had done his job finally he had killed the dark lord. All it took was a simple knife in the heart with a poison supplied by Snape.
After that the Wizarding world had turned their backs on him for not doing it sooner. It was a joke really that they could be so easily manipulated by Fudge and Skeeter.
He wondered was it all really worth living for anyway? Did he really want to finish his life though? Was it not his responsibility to carry on the potter bloodline? Another burden placed upon his shoulders. Why should he do any of it any way? He had done so much already. Would they never leave him be until he left them?
He looked down at his wrists the unmarked skin. He looked at his dagger, the silver glinting in the moonlight. He had gotten the dagger from Remus. He had said that Sirius would have wanted him to have it. He sliced open both wrists. Watching as the dark ruby red liquid gushed out. He looked on last time at the lake at the castle and the Quidich pitch. He gently covered himself with his invisibility cloak as he started to feel the darkness creep over him.
One last look at the star filled sky and the blood red moon. The same colour at he blood that now surrounded him.
Slowly he felt himself be overcome by darkness and for the first time in his life since he was one he relaxed, no longer having to worry about the stupid prophecy or any responsibilities. He closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep he would never wake from.
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Three days later Professor Snape walked down to the lake wondering where Potter was. As he walked along the edge of the lake he tripped over an invisible entity. He reached down and felt the familiar feel of an invisibility cloak. He pulled the cloak off. What saw made him weak at the knees.
Harry Potter surrounded in a dried pool of dark crimson-black blood. The world had lost it saviour and its last hope against the newly returned dark lord. It had turned out the dagger had not killed him after all and they had all let their guards drop and now they would pay.
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All the people he had loved or cared for were being hurt and killed.
Cedric- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Sirius- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Ron- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hagrid- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hermionie- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Remus- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
All these people dead and his entire fault. He no longer wished to put the people he loved in danger. Not that it mattered really most were dead anyway. He had gone through his sixth year losing people.
And then there was him all he was, was a chess piece to Dumbledore in a live game. It made him sick. He had done his job finally he had killed the dark lord. All it took was a simple knife in the heart with a poison supplied by Snape.
After that the Wizarding world had turned their backs on him for not doing it sooner. It was a joke really that they could be so easily manipulated by Fudge and Skeeter.
He wondered was it all really worth living for anyway? Did he really want to finish his life though? Was it not his responsibility to carry on the potter bloodline? Another burden placed upon his shoulders. Why should he do any of it any way? He had done so much already. Would they never leave him be until he left them?
He looked down at his wrists the unmarked skin. He looked at his dagger, the silver glinting in the moonlight. He had gotten the dagger from Remus. He had said that Sirius would have wanted him to have it. He sliced open both wrists. Watching as the dark ruby red liquid gushed out. He looked on last time at the lake at the castle and the Quidich pitch. He gently covered himself with his invisibility cloak as he started to feel the darkness creep over him.
One last look at the star filled sky and the blood red moon. The same colour at he blood that now surrounded him.
Slowly he felt himself be overcome by darkness and for the first time in his life since he was one he relaxed, no longer having to worry about the stupid prophecy or any responsibilities. He closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep he would never wake from.
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Three days later Professor Snape walked down to the lake wondering where Potter was. As he walked along the edge of the lake he tripped over an invisible entity. He reached down and felt the familiar feel of an invisibility cloak. He pulled the cloak off. What saw made him weak at the knees.
Harry Potter surrounded in a dried pool of dark crimson-black blood. The world had lost it saviour and its last hope against the newly returned dark lord. It had turned out the dagger had not killed him after all and they had all let their guards drop and now they would pay.
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