Title: Trust Me

Author: Live to anger the World

Word Count: 369

Warning: Slash, violence, and other crap I'm not sure of yet….

Disclaimer: I own IN NO WAY Harry Potter. I'm just borrowing characters, twisting their minds and purposes, and then returning them nicely to be untangled.

A/N: So this is just something that came to me while I was trying to sleep in. My mind, my muse, and my mom have it in for me.

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He never told. It wasn't just that he wasn't allowed to. He was embarrassed. Embarrassed that he, Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, was being abused by his muggle relatives. It didn't matter that he wasn't allowed to use his wand, due to the law against under age magic. He should be fighting back. Shouldn't he?

Harry can't tell anymore. He can't think straight. The beating he had just undergone was the worst one he'd been dealt so far. Harry feels like the Crutciatus Curse was magnified, and then set on him. It probably wouldn't be as bad if he had had time to heal from yesterday's beating and subsequent chores.

Harry's mind is wandering to places it would be better off avoiding. He wonders, as he lays there bleeding, what he ever did to deserve this. He saved the Wizarding World, he got fairly good grades, he did what he was told, and he never, ever told what went on in 4 Privet Drive.

It hurts so badly, but darkness was starting to descend upon him. It was nothing new, to loose consciousness after a particularly brutal beating. The pain would leave Harry's body soon, if only for a little while. He notices that this darkness feels different than usual. It feels like an end. An end to the pain and hopelessness. An end to the thoughts that his subconscious drags up. The thought that maybe, just maybe, he deserves this.

Harry had these thoughts every time he returned to 4 Privet Drive. He had been the cause of so many deaths (Cedric), and had only managed to prevent others with help (Sirius). The thought that, maybe Uncle Vernon was right. Maybe it is all his fault.

Now, maybe he had caused his own death. The darkness is closing in. Harry can no longer feel the hard under him, or the sticky feeling of the blood he is lying in. His own blood. He is going under, and he welcomes it. The last thing Harry heard was a POP! that sounded much like the sound an apparation gives off. Harry's last thought is, 'But it's not an apparation. It can't be.' Then the darkness is all that's left.

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A/N: Anyone know how to have fan fiction. net NOT get rid of your line breaks?