Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters... they all belong to J.K. Rowling
Prologue
Harry sat. Staring at the blade in his right hand. You would never guess that, this cold, smooth, metal blade could cause so much. It hovered above his left wrist before he pushed down. It wasn't painful nor deep. So, he moved down and made another cut. It was slightly deeper than the first.
He was rewarded with a few crimson drops, but, it wasn't enough. So, he did it again. And again. And again. Cutting deeper and deeper. Focusing on the pain; drowning out all thoughts. He looked at his left arm. All marred up and covered in blood. There was a river of blood; what he wanted. He was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness. He lifted his right hand to strike his arm once more, when he heard a voice.
This was not how it was supposed to be. He was supposed to be dead when he was found. Who had come and ruined his wonderful plan? Too tired to say anything, he hoped that the person hated him enough to leave him be. At this last thought, he passed out.
A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction. Please tell me what you think.