AN: I am totally obsessed with Harry Potter. This is my first Harry Potter fic (no duh….) and its kind of depressing (insert no duh). My friends were crying by the time they finished reading it… but that's not saying much. I could probably right something that was crap and they would adore it… Anyways, please take the time to read it. I actually think it is pretty decent, which I usually think my writing is crap so that is saying something.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I don't know why I bothered to put this here either because the lawyers would have to be pretty dumb to try and arrest me for putting this story here. I mean this is a fanfiction site. That pretty much states that most of what is on the site, was originally written by someone else… oh well…



Bleeding

Harry's POV

Life. So precious, yet so delicate. It can be taken and broken easily. Spirits are more delicate. Touch them in the wrong spot, they shatter and lose their way.

Much like I am. It's been one year since Voldemort was killed. Dead. One year since Ginny Weasley died. Dead. Her life taken away because of me. Same with Cedric Diggory. It's my fault. If I had done things differently then I would be gone and Cedric and Ginny would be here. My parents also. It's all my fault.

I've been told by many people, that I could not have prevented Voldemort from rising again. There's no way I could of. They don't know how wrong they are. If I had just died that night against Voldemort, than tons of people would be alive. If I had fought alone against him, Ginny would be here. But no! I was stupid and allowed people I care about to come along. People I love. It's my fault. All my fault. I must be the stupidest person on the planet.

I know people are worried about me. Hell, if I was them I'd be worried too. But I can't help thinking these thoughts. No matter what people say, it will be my fault. Nothing can ever change that.

Ron, he blames me. He might say he doesn't, but he does. How could he not hate me. After all, it's my fault that Ginny's dead. And my fault that Percy disappeared. If I hadn't yelled at Percy, calling him stupid because he didn't believe Voldemort was back, then he would be here with his family.

I swear I am so stupid at times that I am amazed I keep passing each year.

I would say that Hermoine hates me but I know she doesn't. After all, I managed to do something right. I got her and Krum together. Put that next to everything I've done that was wrong and it withers away from lack of sunshine.

Everyone else hates me for similar reasons or because I brought Voldemort back. No matter. They hate me. They always will. I don't blame them. I hate me.

But I don't dare kill myself like I really want to. If I did, I'd be ending my pain. But no, I can't do that. I need to feel pain. The more pain I feel the happier my friends will be. I know it.

So as it is, I am stuck with just withering away into nothing. I may not bleed on the outside but I am bleeding from the inside out. Soon someone will realize what is happening. But by the time they do, it will be way to late to save me.

1 Heaven comes to he who waits

But I know I'm getting nowhere

And all the deeds of yesterday

Have really helped to pave my way

Though there's no one near me now

How come everyone can touch me

You see the torture on my brow

Relates to neither here nor now

Watch me bleed

Bleed forever

Although my face is straight, it lies

My body feels the pain and cries

*Watch Me Bleed by: Tears for Fears