It was raining. The very Earth had sadness and pity, and the solution was given to him in a package for one Harry Potter.
Harry was having a bad day. And it showed on his face. Harry had a face that could scare a Hippogrif away, to say the least. His eyes were bloodshot over the loss of sleep because of Sirius. It
haunted him every night, and laughed in his face. It replayed over and over like a broken VCR and it was etched into his mind until it was enough to break any regular person. Stuck in the
whale's bedroom, locked in for 3 days to show what happens when you disobey that fat experiment named Vernon. And today was the third day.
"Wake up boy, and don't let me ever see a weed in our yard again, or im chaining you to your bed for a week. I don't want to see any freak business either. Is that clear?" Harry sighed. He
knew the answer, and dreaded it so, but he knew that his "family" was going to be all the help he could get. "Yes, Uncle Vernon." That phrase was said every single time he got out of a
punishment. No one ever cared he was being abused. No one.
Another day in the confines of hell. No one ever helps me get out of it. I heard the doorbell ring, and waited for the expected command from my fat ass of an Uncle. "Answer the doorbell boy."
Quickly, I complied, knowing the consequences oh so well, simply because I can still feel it on my back. I walked over to the door, and was surprised at what I saw. There was a package on
the floor and it was to be sent to a "Harry Potter." Checking if I was delusional, I pinched myself and saw that I was indeed not hallucinating. However, that took up too much time and Vernon
came rushing over. "WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG BOY?!" His foul breath and saliva was in my face as usual. I swear I could get poisoned from overexposure, and I wish I did. "This package
is for me Uncle." "GIVE ME IT BOY OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE DAYLIGHT AGAIN!" Tired of it, I simply sent 3 stupefy curses at his face. There was a small earthquake that rated about a 3.6 when
he fell, and that alerted my birdlike aunt and whale cousin to rush over and help their sweet little Vernon.
I ran up to my room, and locked it with a Colloporto to make sure they couldn't break in. And a few unbreakable charms for good measure in case the whale brothers feel a need to break it
down. Expectantly I waited for a ministry owl to give me a letter for underage magic, but it never came. Deciding to forget about it, I hopped on my bed and opened the package. It was a knife
with a note.
Harry,
The wizarding world is a corrupt place. I know that, but please try to save them. Use the knife if you want. You've been abused, and are given a choice. You can kill yourself, or you can accept the world
and fight for it.
-Fate
Fate sent a letter to me. Wonderful. I say screw the wizarding world. What has the wizarding world ever done to help me? Let me stay in this rotten hell, that's what. I sat on a chair, facing
the door. Inch by inch the knife crept closer to my heart. With one swift motion, I didn't exist anymore.
At the same time, Voldemort died. The curse scar connection killed him and all the death eaters involved. When Dumbledore came to see what happened, he was locked into the room stuck
with the Dursleys by Fate. They rotted there while Harry, sitting on his chair, was staring at them and a voice "Why didn't you help me?" kept echoing on. They would stay there for eternity,
and Harry would always be staring at them with a look of helplessness and hate.
-Wrote this because I was bored.