A/N All the characters and places you recognise here are based on J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. The stories below, however, are entirely my own.

TW self-harm / suicidal


Silent plea

He kept watching her, especially in the corridors. He wished, prayed that she would notice his gazes and understand that, despite what he had accidentally said, he still cared, and that he was extremely sorry, for everything. He missed her. A lot. It was as though she had turned off the light when she left.

All he wanted was for her to hold his hand again, with a smile on her face that reached her vivid green eyes, a smile that was just for him. And he would smile back, feeling the only kind of happiness he had ever known.


Sectumsempra

His arm wouldn't stop bleeding. That might become a problem soon, he thought vaguely, feeling his head get heavier and heavier with every moment that passed. It felt good to be so numb.

This time, he had finally succeeded. It worked. If he wanted to, he could make them suffer now, kill them slowly. Only with this one curse.

But did that really matter?

Just let go, a dark, gentle voice deep inside of him whispered.

Quietly he started muttering his incantations, softly circling the wound with his wand while he watched his blood retract into his arm. Not today…


Post mortem

He stared at the wine in the goblet in front of him, blood-red and still. The room was icy, but he didn't feel the cold; he was numb.

She was gone. Forever. And that was his own fault, his fault alone. He let her die.

There was a sharp cracking noise. The wine had abruptly frozen. With desperate anger, he lashed out and thrust it to the floor.

Nothing. There was nothing left. A single tear trickled down his cheek.

But he didn't feel sorry for himself. He was rotten. What was left of him didn't deserve to be alive.


Closure

Staring at the door, his hands were trembling. He could hear them in the hallway already, stomping and chatting. It was nearly time to face them.

He wouldn't have thought that he would ever have to go back to this dungeon. He felt too vulnerable here... But there was no other option for him.

Straightening up, his face now stern and inscrutable, he knew what he had to do. All visible signs of his internal weakness vanished. If he wanted to make it through, he needed to be stronger than he ever was.

No one would ever touch him again.


A/N I found these drabbles on my hard drive today and was surprised that I hadn't published them already. They must be about two years old. I polished them a little, but I'm still weirdly proud of my past self. Don't know why she didn't think they were good enough to upload.