This story only belongs to me in the essance that I have the save-file on my computer and I typed it: THIS FIC IS HOW I THINK THE ONESHOT FIC Masks BY B2J WOULD BE AS A MULTI-CHAPTER PLOT!!!! I RECOMEND READING Masks BEFORE YOU READ THIS FIC, SO YOU CAN GET A FEEL FOR WHAT I'M TRYING TO TYPE.
I have the express permission from B2J to type this up; if I didn't I wouldn't be typing this and I'd have given up trying to a year ago after I first asked B2J.
Harry Potter and Masks are not mine and any and all credit goes to B2J, who will be 'monitoring,' for lack of a better word, each chapter; if B2J doesn't like it, it will be gone.
Death.
There are all kinds of Death, really. There's suicide, killing, and then just plain Death to name a few. In these entries, I'll be talking about those three catagories.
First we'll look at Plain Death.
Plain Death, simply put, is when you die of either old age or desease, and has no meaning whatsoever other than your life is over.
The second, and one of my favorites, is Suicide.
There are many different kinds of Suicide;
Painless: Killing one's self with only the knowledge that you'll no longer exsist.
Painless Suicide is commonly used by those of higher status, though not uncommon among the 'lower class' people, when they realize or start to think that they either a) Aren't doing much with their lives, even though they're probably wealthy/powerful/popular, or b) Are making people miserable by doing what they're doing. Usually these suicudes are accomplished by a shot to the heart or brain or, sometimes, a drug overdose of some kind, prescription or illegal. Then there's the other option for their suicide.
C) They are no longer happy for whatever reason and no longer wish to live.
That brings us to our next kind of Suicide: Worthless.
The title Worthless Suicide referrs only to the emotion(s) the suicidal persons are experiencing/going through when they decide to kill themselves. They feel totally worthless, pathetic, or, as with option C from Painless Suicide, unhappy with their lives/unhappy in general. Because the title is only effected by suicidal persons, the suicidal persons themselves are given the title, at which it is instead "Worthless Suicidals."
When Worthless Suicidals kill themselves there are more reasons than in Painless Suicide, as every human is different in the ways they think and feel. Worthless Suicidals will kill themselves for a) They or their lives are unhappy/feel empty, as mentioned before, b) they or something in their lives has gone terribly wrong in their eyes and suicide is seen as the only option, c) They are/have been neglected and/or abused at some time in their lives and have snapped from the pressure, or d) They believe they have descovered the meaning of life and, now feeling insignificant or all-too powerful, they have decided their lives need to end desperately.
Unlike with Painless suicide, Worthless Suicidals have reasons that are very vague and can mean anything. D), for example, which has two possible ways of happening: they will either feel so powerful that they know something everyone else doesn't that they'll feel alone, cornered, and often, but not always, paranoid, and will kill themselves so they don't have to 'suffer' with the knowledge, OR they'd feel tiny or unimportant after finding the meaning of life and no longer can/wish to bare the burdon of knowing they don't matter.
The second brings us to our third brand: Painfull Suicide.
Painfull Suicide has one reason and one reason only: the suicidal persons feel nothing matters anymore and the void they feel is only filled when they become hurt/injured in some way, usually found out by accident when their 'numb' selves stopped caring what they did and did something, for example chopping vegetables or cutting paper, and nicked or sliced themselves and found the pain distracted them from the 'void,' and they will eventually end up killing themselves by going too far, whether by bloodloss, the most common, or by some other painful method, such as suffication or damage caused by severe trauma to bones and/or the vital organs they surround.
All methods are extremely painfull either way, though the suicidal persons may not feel or realize that the 'filling feeling' is pain, thus the title Painfull Suicide. My second favorite.
Finally, for this lesson, there's Heedless Suicide.
Heedless Suicide, or "Reasonless Suicide," is just that: reasonless. The persons involved just decided to die one day and killed themselves, usually painfully but not always. (Drug overdose, etc.)
Now, we'll look into Killing, which is, ultimately, my most favorite of the three subjects.
Vengence Killing/Killing for Revenge: killing someone who has disgraced or betrayed the killing persons, called 'homocidal persons,' for which the only use is for making the homocidal persons feel at ease or better about what was wrong, most oftenly because they are now absolutely sure the killed persons, 'victims,' will no longer be a problem/cause the problem again.
Then there is killing out of spite, which is titled Old-Fashioned Homocide, or just Homocide.
Homocide is killing someone/someone you hate for no reason other than you wanted to make someone else mad. This by far is my least favorite of all catagories, except Plain Death, because the homocidal persons are usually immediately arrested or killed by the infuriated person, who will then become a Worthless Suicidal mark B and will kill themselves, rendering the whole thing pointless.
That is called Heedless, or Boredom Killing, which are actually two different things that, when all is added up, equal the same, such as two plus two equals four and then three plus one, which also equals four, though with completely different numbers.
Boredom Killing is killing a victim for no reason. At all. You wanted something to do, so you just killed the victim because they were there; it is the the other deadly twin sister, her sibling being Heedless Suicide.
Heedless Killing can sometimes but not often be linked to Vengence Killing, but instead has gone wrong and the victim the homocidal persons killed has no actual value to their target and the homocidal persons' efforts are heedless, or, for a better word, pointless.
Finally, which also ends our short lesson, is Sexual Killing, or 'Fetish Killing.'
Sexual Killing is a homocidal person or homocidal persons going after specific or random targets because they are aroused/enticed/"riled up"/"hot for" killing, blood, or sometimes even cannablism or obsession with human organs.
This is an inhumane concept and even if I was being forced to teach you more about it I wouldn't, as it goes against my morals, and as such this is all that will be said concerning it.
The reason I'm telling you all of this is simply because I have been contemplating Death a lot lately, and this is the only way I can tell anyone without being sent to St. Mungos' or without slipping up and telling my friends... which would result in me being sent immediately to St. Mungos'.
The black haired boy dipped his quill in the ink bottle, filled with silver Unicorn's blood instead of ink, and smirked when he thought of what he'd had to pay to get it, the first of his two-hundred bottle set of "Magical Creature Blood; The Ink of The Powerful and Dark." He'd shrunk it the moment the four shady characters who'd delivered it had verified the authenticity of his six-hundred galleons, three for each vial, with the illegal, unregistered wand he'd perchased on his unknown invisible visit to Knockturn Alley that summer.
He read over what he'd written, making sure he'd made no mistakes. His smirk widened when he realized his own thoughts and musings were fourteen inches, about what Snape called for with every small homework assignment he gave out on his good days... if they could even be called "good," considering he's always so sour.
His smirk turned into a frown when he remembered suddenly why he'd been contemplating Death; last year's Tri-Wizard Cup. He'd come to terms with it over the summer and now he didn't much think of anything aside from Cedric dying as bad.
'Not even Voldemort's resurection.' He thought, smirking.
His emerald eyes glinted eerily from silver back to emerald in the light from the candle on his desk. He didn't have to see them to know; he'd felt his magic stir to make it happen since the thoughts had first started, and it happened every time he thought of Death.
He put his signature at the bottom before blowing out and re-hiding the candle in the secret drawer under the desk, along with his matchbox-sized ink trunk and his thirty long, empty rolls of parchment, held in a small jewlery box along with a locket he'd found and put his parent's moving pictures in.
He crawled into bed after shrinking the now written-on scroll, sealed with just a piece of tape, into the jewlery box he'd be packing in his school trunk tomorrow. He was out just as his head hit the pillow, the last sight he saw being the digital clock on his night stand reading 1:18am.
Signed,
Harry Potter:
The-Boy-who-Wouldn't-Die;
Griffindor's-Golden-Snake;
The-Newest-Dark-Pain-In-Dumbledoor's-Arse