You know how people say, oh man my life sucks!

Well I don't mean to complain but I think I've soared, no hurtled past that point at the speed of no return. Too emo for you? Like I fucking care at this point..

Harry Potter, a name known by so many. Funny how I never knew I was so special until I was literally thrown head first into the world of psychopath warlocks, magic, and how to end your life in under seven years of schooling or your money back.

Savior and hero were two words most popularly thrown around with my name over the years. That as well as brat, freak, and it.

Years of being kept in a cupboard under the stairs and picking through the garbage for left overs, being bullied and beaten and you only just pick now to tell me now that I'm a wizard? Soooo sorry if I'm not the tiniest bit angered at your wondrous timing.

The soft pit pats of liquid hitting hard wood flooring could faintly be heard as well as the swift gliding of metal.

Pale skilled fingers held the edge of the smooth metal of the silver pocket knife as it dangled ever so slightly against his upper arm.

A delicate pink tongue darted out from his chapped lips to wet their dried surface almost in anticipation.

Now don't get me wrong I've had my happy moments. I have two very close friends, and many adoring fans.

Loving family figures like the Weasleys, Remus, and Sirius..but it all seems so less bright and sparkling after I get off the Hogwarts express each school year.

I'm supposed to be happy, smiling, brave..but I don't feel any of those things.

Blood bubbled up oozing wonderfully from the self-inflicted cuts littering his skin.

Moaning softly he closed his eyes as ray of emotional ecstasy washed through his body. His mind swirled, thoughts running in all directions as they suddenly melted into a pool of incoherent and listless shells of what they once were.

Yes this is what he'd become.

Behind the forced smiles, and displays of sheer bravado..he was helpless to the pain

His friends were growing apart from him..moving farther than he could ever hope to reach. He was being left behind again like usual.

Then again he didn't really blame them, after all if the savior of the wizarding world couldn't stand being by himself for at least a little while what good is he to the cause?

Flashes of a charming but bossy brown haired seventeen year old girl laughing along side a boy with rust colored orange hair his face bedazzled by numerous amounts of freckles came to mind.

Yes they were much happier together than with him, why be the third wheel?

Suddenly a haunting sleek black haired man, with pale skin, and obsidian eyes floated upon his subconscious. He wore robes of midnight that bore the crest of Slytherin, his gaze hardened and emotionless which sent a dozen shivers down your spine if you dared try to keep your eyes upon his for more than five seconds.

Wonderful just plain fantastic! In my time of self pity and overwhelming hatred for myself him of all people comes to mind…I'm quite the masochist indeed

What are you surprised? Didn't you guess? That not only is the golden boy a cutter, that oh my…he's….gasp! Gay?

Perhaps I'm being a tad melodramatic, but yes I prefer blokes over girls. So I guess you could say I'm more bi-sexual than just plain gay

"Those are one of many…of the secrets of Harry Potter so called savior of the wizarding world.." He stated in a hauntingly bitter tone while he pulled up the loose board in the floor and grasped a handful of bandages.

Not bothering to clean his wounds before hand he hastily covering them with the pieces of cloth.

Pulling down his sleeves he quickly put on a big smile, "Just smile and everything will be fine…no one can tell the difference anyway, no one knows your breaking inside…"

Chibi: well it's not as good as my first prologue that got deleted but I dare say it's almost as good! So I hope you liked it! Reviewwwwwwwwww please! I beg of thee! -Gets on hands and knees- please? .-.-.