So I actually wrote this story a couple of years ago, before Deathly Hallows came out. I just found it in a pile of my old stories. I was thinking about writing prequel. Please review and let me know what you think.
Rated T for death.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Rest in Peace
It was the Dursley's that finally killed him.
He had survived Voldemort trying to kill him how many times, dementors, baslisks, Death Eaters, dragons. Everything evil. Then he went "home" for the summer.
They starved him. He survives being killed by the Dark Lord, just to go back to his relatives and die from hunger. They just kept him locked under the stairs.
He always had told Dumbledore that they mistreated him. But Dumbledore insisted on him returning there every summer. Dumbledore insisted that he was safe from harm there. That he was protected from danger. Dumbledore didn't realize that danger lived there.
It would have been months before someone discovered him, had it not been for the Dursley's sudden "trip". They just left without leaving him with someone. Mrs. Figg got worried and notified Dumbledore, who went to investigate. He finally found his "precious saviour" locked under the stairs. Tied up and beaten. And dead.
He had finally died of starvation.
It was estimated he had been tied up there for two weeks. At least. He had been dead for a while, although they didn't say how long.
The next day, Dumbledore made the announcement.
The Boy-Who-Lived has died.
The wizarding world went awry. People panicked. Their hope had died.
The funeral was nice, as far as funerals go. He was buried at Hogwarts, the place he loved the most. Many people attended, and for those who couldn't, it was broadcast over the Wizarding Wireless Network.
There were speeches. Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione. They all said the same basic thing. He was a good, kind, caring soul who would be deeply missed.
That's when Draco Malfoy approached the mike. He surveyed everyone in the crowd before he spoke.
"He tried to warn us," Draco said. "He tried to tell us, but we would not listen! He told us that his relatives hated him, and didn't want him there; that they got more abusive every year! We ignored his pleas and sent him back there anyway! Every single year. We sent him to his death! We have only ourselves to blame!" His voice cracked, and he left the stage hurriedly.
Dumbledore tried to calm the crowd, but Draco's words had sunk in. Everyone believed that what he said was true.
Draco was never seen again.
Voldemort, out of respect for a fallen enemy, at least waited until after the funeral to attack. The battle was swift since everyone believed all hope had died. Voldemort took over, and everyone was either captured or killed.
Mostly killed.
It was the dawning of a new era; one of pain and evil. One where Voldemort ruled the world.
And all this happened because no one would actually listen to their hero's fears.
Reast in peace, Harry Potter.