Disclaimer: The characters mentioned are not my own. However, the plot (if you can call it one) is mine. I make no profit from the publication of this story. Just thought I'd let you know.

Failure

Have you ever put your whole self into something, practised hard, dedicated yourself to it, yet instead of being rewarded with a sense of achievement, you are faced with disappointment? And then you have to fight the urge to cry because you don't want to forfeit your dignity. But then once you're alone and you feel that crying would be the best remedy, your body refuses to let you shed tears. Then you want to rip your heart out but don't, maybe because you're afraid or stupid. Then you wonder, 'is it possible to feel more stupid?' And later, you find the answer which just so happens to be 'yes.'

But what's worse than disappointing yourself is disappointing someone else close to you. That, in itself, is enough to rip your heart out.

And then you learn not to hope or set your expectations too high. You don't think you can stand another failure. You no longer try to attain your dreams, your highest goals. And you know deep down that what you are doing is wrong, that you should not give up what is most precious to you, that you should keep fighting. But you ignore the feeble cries of your heart and the sad attempts of your friends and family and all the others who once supported you. They begin to drift away because you have disappointed them. You know what you have done but deny the facts. You become even more isolated and soon, just as you have ripped the people closest to you out of your life, making you lonely and vulnerable, your heart is crushed, ripped, pulled, and stabbed.

And you die.

A/N: This is very short, I know, and probably very inadequate and unsatisfying. However, I though that this piece could use a bit of clarification. The 'you' in this is Harry. I guess it's 'you' and not 'I' because… I don't know why. It just sounded better this way, almost like someone was talking to Harry or something, like someone's in his mind…

Anyways, I'm toying with the idea of expanding this little blurb and make a chaptered fic from it. It would be a tragedy, of course, and I would have to be in a rather dreary mood to write it (like I was for this thing). There are so many stories I wish to publish on but I have not the courage to do so. Watch out, though, something of mine may pop up.

Oh look, the Author's Note is almost as long as the fic. Shame, that is.