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I want to

I want to be someone else or ill explode

Floating upon this surface for the birds

The birds

The birds

His usually tanned, healthy looking skin glistened a pale white coulor in the darkness of the dense forest. The moonlight made him look distinctly ghost like. He didnt bother to light his wand, he didnt see the point. Where he was going there wasnt going to be any light, better get used to it. He felt bad, maybe he should have just done this earlier. That would have spared all them lives. It was his fault little Teddy would grow up without his parents. How could he be so thoughtless ? He knew what it was like to be orphaned. Fred Weasley, all that family had done to him and due to his selfishness they had lost their little boy, there brother. He deserved what was coming to him. Voldemort could finish him off and everyone would be avenged. How could people call him the saviour of the wizarding world, when all he had done was kill the ones that mattered. Well, now he had reached the height of selfishness by having people die for him. He had no shame in admitting that he wanted to be someone else, he wished this burden on someone else.

You want me ?

Fucking well come and find me

Ill be waiting

With a gun and a pack of sandwiches

And nothing

He was coming closer, he could see the clearing in the distance under the pale moonlight there were hooded figures. He couldnt see there faces but he could feel the pressure, and the heavy atmosphere from where he stood. They were just as selfish as he was, standing there with their precious master, their precious, bloodthirsty, evil, murderous master, hoping it wouldnt be them that he decided to kill next. Hoping that it was going to be someone else that the sadistic bastard would decide to take it out on, wether it be a stranger, or a friend. He stood still now, mearly feet away from the clearing. Supprisingly not much was going through his head. He had accepted that he had in essance, let innocent people die, he had let mothers, fathers, brothers, friends, die for him. He had accepted the guilt, the fear. He had nothing, but his wand an a half melted burtie botts every flavour bean in the bottom of his jean pocket, which had obviously been left there from a previous date. They wanted him, so they had come and found him.

You want me ?
Well come on and break the door down

You want me ?

Fucking come on and break the door down

Im ready

Oh God he was ready. He was ready for death. He wouldnt even defend himself. He walked out into the clearing, every defence gone. They had broken into him and this was it. The end.

He stood there, and felt that killers eyes boring into his own. What did he see, could he see the guilt in his eyes, the fear ? Obviously not because not even he could feel it. He knew he wouldnt be going to his mother and father. He didnt deserve it, not after everything he had put his friends through on his behalf. He deserved this, the end to his life shouldnt be plesant. Voldemort raised his wand, and Harry made no move to retaliate. He was ready.