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Harry Potter dropped the goblet, the black liquid spilling out and burning through the floor. He fell back onto the floor choking back tears. He had almost drunk it this time. He had been so close to death so many times already. Why couldn't he take his own life now? He was blanking out for half of it anyways.
He had had so many chances to defeat Voldemort and had failed all of them. People were dead because of Harry. His friends were dead because of him. Cedric Diggory collapsed on the ground, dead. The moment replaying it self over and over again and all Harry could do was scream and sob while sprawled across the abandoned room's floor.
Finally came a time where he had no tears left in him and he sat in the room whimpering. He had long forgotten how he had found his way in here in the first place.
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Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room pretending to study.
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Harry avoided his best friends because they didn't understand.
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Harry stood in front of the hospital wing, considering turning himself in. Did he really want to die? This is exactly why he should be dead. He was weak. Weak. Weak! WEAK. WEAK!
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Harry Potter stood once again in the Room of Requirement holding a goblet of Draught of the Living Dead. Harry Potter stood there for a very long time.
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After a long while Harry put the goblet to his lips. Weak, weak, weak, was all he thought as he stumbled for the last time to the ground.