A.N. I found this one shot in my journal while looking for Haruhi's story. Worth posting.
I don't own Harry Potter
Freak Boy had a tenuous grip on reality. After all, with his world consisting of Uncle and Aunt, reality wasn't particularly pleasant. No, he wasn't abused physically. But the neglect had begun to slowly erode him. After all, if you are told, or are treated like something enough, you start to believe it.
The Dursley's acted as if he didn't exist- and one long evening, locked in his cupboard, he believed it too.
And as we all know, or so I hope, magic relies on belief as much as anything.
Reality twisted, and the Boy-Who-Lived was no more.
