Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any character in this story. Poo.

Summary – Harry has finally had enough and commits suicide. All those left gather for the reading of the will and final thoughts of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Not epilogue compliant.

Author's Note – I was thinking about Harry Potter while listening to the Three Doors Down song 'Let Me Go' and I felt that it fit really well. Go listen!

Author's Note Pt 2 – I am editing this chapter slightly, with a few minor corrections and stuff I realized later that I forgot to add. Also, someone suggested I do another chapter with reactions, which I am thinking about. Keep an eye open for that! Oh also, I changed Harry's legal name: I thought he needed something more pureblood & wizardish. Also, before you complain – Harry is a nickname for Henry.

Let Me Go

Griphook the Goblin stood at the front of the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school had been repaired following the Battle of Hogwarts and was now full of Harry's friends and admirers, all waiting to hear the final thoughts of the Boy-Who-No-Longer-Lived.

Griphook cleared his throat and began reading, his waspy voice carrying over the crowd. "The following will has been left by one Henry Jamison Potter, to be read on the event of his death. All it contains shall be followed, by magical law, and cannot be argued against."

"I, Henry Jamison Potter, of unsound mind and sound body, have decided to take my own life. I know that most of you will not understand, so I will explain my actions, because I must. To no one am I just Harry. I have always been Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Dumbledore's Man, the Chosen One, the Savior of the Wizarding World and the Defeater of Voldemort. It was a life of fame, fortune, and fear. A life I never wanted. A life that was preset before I could walk, a life that was planned for me. I never wanted to be a weapon, to fight the greatest evil known to wizarding kind.

Let me tell you about myself, if you are still even listening. I only wish Professors Dumbledore and Snape could hear this. No one in the room knows all of this and most of you that know anything will consider my hardships as "defining" and "character building". I was orphaned early and raised by my only living relatives: a bigoted uncle, jealous aunt, and spoiled cousin. I was a slave to them, treated worse than the worst house elf. For ten long years I lived in a cupboard under the stairs. They told me that my parents died in a car crash and were drunk good-for-nothings. They tried to squash the magic right out of me and punished me whenever something odd happened. I was starved and beaten. Often. As I grew older and my cousin more violent, I became his favorite punching bag. They tried to prevent me from attending Hogwarts and locked me in a room with bars on the window during the summers. My meals were delivered via a cat-flap in the door.

Arriving at Hogwarts, I was suddenly popular and wonderful, a hero that I never knew I was. Everyone loved me and I was actually good at something for once. But as I grew in Hogwarts, I learned that no one really knew me. They knew OF me, like I was King Arthur returning to Britain. I was befriended, mentored, loved. I was turned into the perfect Golden Boy and Hero of the Resistance against evil.

I never wanted the attention. Or the fame. I wanted true friends, to be left alone in the background. That was how I survived the years with my so-called family. By hiding in the background. Here, all I wanted was to be normal. To worry about my school work, and talk about the cute girl in our Herbology class. But I rarely had time for school work, and when I did I never applied myself. What is the point of O.W.L.S. or N.E.W.T.S. when I will either not live long enough or be hired for my name anyway? I never really was able to learn about love, to have crushes on fellow students, when it was love that saved me that fateful night. Instead I studied how to fight and I found love on the battlefield amongst death. I never wanted this life. Let someone else take the glory. Certainly someone else wants it.

But it was not to be. Constant battles with Voldemort, threats to myself and my friends, took precedence over trying to hold on to any shreds of a childhood I had left. I was not raised; I was prepared for the final battle. And now that the final battle has come and gone and I am still alive, I look around and see that I have still lost. I have not gained anything. I have murdered, I have lost family and friends that I held dear to me. I regained my godfather, Sirius Black and found him to be an innocent man. Even that was taken away from me yet again. I sit here now, an empty shell, with no purpose and no life to return to. I have already been offered positions with the Aurors and as a Professor at Hogwarts, and to even take the position of Minister for Magic. To once again stand as the figure-head of this great wizarding world.

Who the hell am I kidding. I never wanted it. I lay awake at night suffering from nightmares, reliving each death over and over. Faint memories of my parents' deaths, mostly screams. Cedric in the graveyard. Sirius falling slowly through the veil at the Ministry. Albus Dumbledore. Hedwig and Dobby. The students of Hogwarts in the final battle. Fred Weasley, Colin Creevey, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape. Nightmares of the scenes I witnessed in Voldemort's mind. The inhumane acts I suffered at the hands of Death Eaters, Professors, and even high-ranking Ministry Officials.

Those muggle psychiatrists say that I have post-traumatic stress disorder. I also suffer from an identity crisis and suffer from being raised in an abusive household. I will never recover enough to even pretend to live a normal life. I cannot be used as a tool or symbol anymore. I am broken.

I wish to rejoin my family.

Ginny, you had a crush on me from the moment you met me, before even, but here now I question who you really loved. For how could you love me from the start, when we had never met? You loved the part of me that was famous. You never even got to know the real me. Everyone said we were perfect together but how would we know? I was your fairy-tale hero, but you never were one to play the damsel in distress.

Ron, how much of a best friend were you when you were always jealous of me? You became popular by association, yet you hated me for being popular. You never really got to know me either, did you? You were a good friend Ron, but I can never have what you have, what I always wanted. All we wanted was to be happy in the other's shoes.

Hermione, you are an insufferable know-it-all, but I love you for it. You were probably the only one who tried at least. Although you were too busy telling me to study and not break the rules, you knew me the best. Maybe it was because you were a girl and you picked up these emotions even I didn't understand?

Neville, Dean, and Seamus, you guys were wonderful dorm-mates, even when we had our differences. I am glad to have known you and I miss hearing your comforting breathing every night.

Luna, I saw something in Surrey that might be a Green Dingleblat. Best of luck hunting. I love you.

To my DA members and fellow fighters, I truly appreciate everything you did for me. I wish you all the best.

Molly, Arthur, you were like the family I never had. Thank you.

George, I am sorry, I truly am. I understand how you feel, how the loss eats you up inside. While I do not condone you the use of this cowards way out, I cannot begrudge you of it either. Fred and I will be together watching over you, and we will see you when you are ready. Remember, there are those here who still love you, if you can make it.

The following people each will receive 2000 Galleons from the Potter vault: Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnegan, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley and George Weasley.

To Teddy Lupin, my godson, I leave the Potter vaults and all associated lands, titles, etc. along with my broom, invisibility cloak, and Marauders' Map. Andromeda Tonks will act as guardian until Teddy is of age. You were my last reason for staying, but I cannot be good to you and live a lie to cover my pain. In time, I may not even be safe for you to be around. Better to go now, when it will hurt less. I will always love you. You are the last Marauder now.

To Draco Malfoy. I pass along all vaults, titles, properties, etc related to the Black name that I received from Sirus Black. They are yours by familial right.

Draco, I know that we started off on the wrong foot, but I feel that, in the end, you were the person who knew me best. You knew just what to say to get under my skin and the let me yell and fight with you to release my tension. You studied me, knew my moods and mannerisms better than anyone. While it is slightly unnerving, I appreciate the interest you have shown in me, even with ulterior motives. Amazingly, my worst enemy in school turned out to be the best person for me. I am glad that you and yours are safe. Please stay that way.

Bury me, with my wand, in Godric's Hollow."