Short drabble I created in class today.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, JK Rowling does

Not Alive

He couldn't handle the pain anymore. Harry was at his last straw.

He felt so incomplete, unloved, not wanted. He felt like he was 9 again. Lost and alone in his little cupboard under the stairs.

Voldermort was the only thing that kept him living. The only thing that kept his heart pounding strong.

Vodermort is dead, and Harry Potter can't go on.

R&R

Inari

(It is shorter then it was suppose to be! Should I even keep it up?)