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After a very long absence from writing Fanfiction due to other commitments I am back so here we are I'm experimenting with writing different genres so this is my first angst.
Harry sat on the end of his bed holding one of Uncle Vernons razors. He turned it over and over in his fingers. Wouldn't it just be so easy to end it now, what did he have to live for.
This summer hadn't exactly been the best Harry had, had in his life. His last school year had ended with Lord Voldemort regaining power and Cedric Diggory dying. This holiday had brought several articles from Rita Skeeter all with the same content how it was all Harry's fault Cedric had died and that he probably wasn't entirely innocent in the matter. Harry realised it was his fault he had risen and he had been kidding himself that it wasn't. Hermione thought she had solved how to stop Rita writing stories about Harry when she had discovered Rita was a illegal animagus but Rita had registered herself and now they had no ammo against her. The Dursley's also hadn't helped how Harry was feeling they were treating him worse than ever before.
Ron, Hermione and Sirius had written to Harry almost non-stop all summer trying to keep his spirits up but it hadn't worked. Harry picked the latest letter from Sirius that had arrived earlier that day off of his bed and re-read it.
Dear Harry
I'm convinced Moony's trying to kill me with his cooking. Anyway dear Voldie is still keeping a low profile so don't worry. Had to spend an entire day with Snape yesterday I almost killed him then again I don't think he was that far off killing me so there we go. Dumbledore is still trying to persuade Fudge his back (Not Snape, Voldemort.) but or course he doesn't believe him. Any way I've got to go, teatime.
Love
Snuffles
Harry almost had to laugh at the way Sirius managed to make Voldemort sound about as evil as Walt Disney. At the moment though Harry felt about as close to laughing as he did volunteering to take part in extra curricular Potion's classes with Snape. He felt more trapped, far worse than if one hundred dementors were all in the same room as he was.
The only good things in Harry's life at the moment were Ron, Hermione and Sirius. Even they couldn't make Harry feel better.
It seemed the only option, the only way out. Harry lowered the razor nearer to his wrist.
That was really short I know, sorry. Please review anyway.
After a very long absence from writing Fanfiction due to other commitments I am back so here we are I'm experimenting with writing different genres so this is my first angst.
Harry sat on the end of his bed holding one of Uncle Vernons razors. He turned it over and over in his fingers. Wouldn't it just be so easy to end it now, what did he have to live for.
This summer hadn't exactly been the best Harry had, had in his life. His last school year had ended with Lord Voldemort regaining power and Cedric Diggory dying. This holiday had brought several articles from Rita Skeeter all with the same content how it was all Harry's fault Cedric had died and that he probably wasn't entirely innocent in the matter. Harry realised it was his fault he had risen and he had been kidding himself that it wasn't. Hermione thought she had solved how to stop Rita writing stories about Harry when she had discovered Rita was a illegal animagus but Rita had registered herself and now they had no ammo against her. The Dursley's also hadn't helped how Harry was feeling they were treating him worse than ever before.
Ron, Hermione and Sirius had written to Harry almost non-stop all summer trying to keep his spirits up but it hadn't worked. Harry picked the latest letter from Sirius that had arrived earlier that day off of his bed and re-read it.
Dear Harry
I'm convinced Moony's trying to kill me with his cooking. Anyway dear Voldie is still keeping a low profile so don't worry. Had to spend an entire day with Snape yesterday I almost killed him then again I don't think he was that far off killing me so there we go. Dumbledore is still trying to persuade Fudge his back (Not Snape, Voldemort.) but or course he doesn't believe him. Any way I've got to go, teatime.
Love
Snuffles
Harry almost had to laugh at the way Sirius managed to make Voldemort sound about as evil as Walt Disney. At the moment though Harry felt about as close to laughing as he did volunteering to take part in extra curricular Potion's classes with Snape. He felt more trapped, far worse than if one hundred dementors were all in the same room as he was.
The only good things in Harry's life at the moment were Ron, Hermione and Sirius. Even they couldn't make Harry feel better.
It seemed the only option, the only way out. Harry lowered the razor nearer to his wrist.
That was really short I know, sorry. Please review anyway.