The Boy Who Gave Up Living

By: LycanthropeVl

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER...(I wish I did) and I am not making any money from this. This is just a stupid little fanfiction I wrote because I was bored and I have ideas coming out of my ears!

Secondly, this does contain mention of abuse, descriptive flashbacks, and mentions of rape. Don't like it get over it. This is a Harry/Draco fic with lots of Dumblefuck bashing, Uncaring Ron/Hermione (they are together), Loving Sirius/ Remus relationship and all around just sick twisted shit. Don't like it, don't read it you dumb shit.

Thirdly, if you have a problem with my fic, tell me in a review. PLZ, I repeat...PLEASE! DO NOT SEND ME AN E-MAIL, I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR IT!

Chapter One: The Last Will and Testament of Harry Potter

Here I give my last will and testament being of no sane mind and unable bodied. I do not believe I will live through this summer, due to what has already occurred. If you are reading this, I am probably dead and if you haven't found my body, try looking at the Dursley's or better yet, torture them to within an inch of their life, daily, until they tell you. Cruel as it may be, it is far less brutal than what they have done to me.

I should not speak of vengeance so, not now, it is not the time to do so. Gathered around to read this, I hope, are my friends and what I consider my family, and I make my final plea that you all honor my wishes.

To Hermione, my lifelong friend, I leave you my forgiveness for not truly caring for me.

To Ron, my best-mate, I leave you my mind because you lack one of your own.

To Ginny, my friend, I leave my heart that you wanted so because I didn't give it to you in life because I didn't love you that way.

To Sirius, my godfather and my father figure, I leave my tears because I could not stay with you instead and avoid this fate.

To Professor Lupin, Remus, my confidant and true friend, I leave you my hope that one day you will find peace in this world that offers you none.

To Snape, the snarky bastard who taught me potions and fear, just shut the hell up.

To Dumbledore, my Headmaster and puppet master, stop dangling everyone on a string and tell him or her what is rightfully his or hers to know. I know your hiding something from me and even now I do not know what it is but I suppose it doesn't really matter now that I'm dead, does it. I leave to you my pain and my life that you forced upon me and I hope you drown in your own blood.

To Draco, my sworn childhood rival, I should have taken you as a friend.

To Voldemort, the dumbest person on the planet, you can kiss the fattest part of my decayed ass.

To everyone else, have a great life, I write that sarcastically, and live on happily knowing my fate will probably be yours. Cheerio.

Harry James Potter,

The boy who gave up living.

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Tell me how bad it was, I can take it. There may be some crying (not on my part) but I'm sure yo- I can handle the heart shattering pain, really...review...be gentle please...begging