Rating: PG-13 for suggested suicide. It isn't really depressing though. I guess it depends on how you interpret the ending.
A/N: Hey people, it's me! I'm finally showing evidence that I'm alive and it's in the form of another story when I haven't updated or finished any of the ones I've started. It's kind of pathetic. Anyway, I wrote this in science and was very surprised by how it turned out. This one wrote itself, from the first sentence down to the very last word. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine.
They Were Blinded by the Glamour and the Glitter of it All
Everyone thought I had a wonderful life. Fame, friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and it didn't hurt that I was rich. Everyone thought I had it all. They were wrong.
My girlfriend only cared about my fame and my money. My two best friends were almost constantly jealous of me. They didn't act like it but there was distance in their eyes whenever they talked to me. My money was inherited and wouldn't last me too long after seven years of paying for school supplies. As for fame, well, I was only famous for something my mother did and I couldn't even remember it. Nobody saw that side of my life. They were blinded by the glamour and the glitter of it all.
I'm ending that now. Not by suicide, there's another choice that I'm making even if it is harder. I'll start over again. Another name, another face. Easy. Nobody will ever find me. I'll make sure of that. All it's going to take is a misleading note and a new life. The end of Harry Potter.
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The next morning the Gryffindor house woke up to a scream. Ronald Weasley was standing over an empty bed with a note in his hand.
Dear Everyone,
I can't take this anymore so I'm going to end it all. I want my money to go to the Weasley Family and my broomstick goes to Mr. Ronald Wealsey. I leave Hedwig, my owl, to the care of Miss Hermione Granger. To my godfather, I leave the photo album I received in my first year of Hogwarts.
Goodbye,
Harold James Potter
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The service was very long, despite the fact that there was no actual burial. No one had been able to find the body. Instead people stood up and told their most precious memories of the famous Harry Potter. With all the people there to say goodbye, nobody noticed a tall man in the back. One who had not taken his hood off in respect for the dead. Nobody noticed him smiling when all others were in tears. And nobody noticed when he walked away and faded away into nothing. They were blinded by the glamour and the glitter of it all.
A/N: So what did you think? This is meant to be just a short story type of fic, but I have another chapter written. Maybe if I get enough reviews I'll post the next chapter and continue to write chapters for this story. But only if I get enough reviews. I have a hard time getting chapters up but maybe, if everybody reviews you'll get the next chapter. But only if I get enough reviews and only if you guys really, really want it. Please review no matter what you decide!!!!!!!