Here's a new Harry Potter story. Please enjoy and review.

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Snowdrop

Chapter 1: Dying Alone

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Savior of the Wizarding World, had enough of it all. There he was, in his small room, beaten, bruised, and laying in his own blood. He was so tired of living.

It was his the summer after his fourth year of Hogwarts. It was a rough school year. Actually, it was always rough.

In second year, everyone, including his friends, Ron and Hermione, went against him when they believed that he was the evil heir of Slytherin. He had no one to turn to, no one to help him. He was alone as he was most of his life since his parents died.

Then he found the real heir, the spirit of the fifteen-year-old form of Tom Riddle Jr., later known as Lord Voldemort, the man who is out there somewhere and desires to kill him. He defeated him and found an artifact by accident. It revealed his true parentage. His mother was Lily Potter nee Evans, but his father wasn't James Potter! It was Severus Snape! Shocked but wanting answers, he took the artifact and went Snape after everything was cleared up.

Harry winced as he remembered the conversation he had with his potions professor.

"I don't care that you're my son! I don't want you!"

Professor Snape sneered those words with such disgust and his eyes filled with hatred. It broke Harry's heart that his real father didn't want him. It was ironic after finding out that Snape and James Potter never liked each other. Yet, James knew and still he sacrificed his life for a child that wasn't his own but his enemy's. It was sad.

Harry had took it hard. Though he told no one and never pushed it, he came to love Severus as a father. He never hated him in the first place, despite how he treated him. He never believed that he was out to get him in first year. Secretly, he even called him 'Papa', referring to James as 'Dad' and Lily as 'Mama'.

At third year, Sirius Black escaped. According to his friends and fellow wizards, he betrayed James and Lily to the Dark Lord and killed his friend and thirteen muggles. It didn't seem right though. The man was familiar and seem harmless from blurry memories. He had met Remus Lupin that year who was also a friend of James. He had taught him defense against the dementors. After finding out that Black was innocent, they caught the friend, the real traitor, Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding as Ron's pet rat. Peter, Sirius, and James became animgi for Remus, the werewolf. Sirius offered a home to Harry, which he had happily take, but after Pettigrew escape, he had to take back the offer to hide until claimed free. Lupin got fired for being revealed as werewolf. Harry was hurting again. The two men said to care about him, but they were doing nothing to help him when he tried to tell him about the Dursleys.

Then there was fourth year when the Triwizard Tournament was held. He was chosen as a fourth champion, despite the fact that only seventeen-year-olds could enter. He didn't do it, but everyone else believed he did. His friends abandoned him. He fought alone. He witness Cedric killed at the third task and Voldemort, the man who killed his parents, come back to life. No one believed him but Dumbledore and whose on his side. Again, his pleas to not live at the Dursleys were ignored. Harry sent back to them.

The piece of soul was also keeping him from dying now from his muggle disease. He had leukemia since he was six. The Dursleys refused to treat him, hoping that he would die from it. The soul piece was keeping him from getting worse or having leukemia affect his life.

To twist the knife in the wound, he was just a weapon. Dumbledore wasn't a bad person, but he wasn't a good one either. He was busy looking at the big picture and not truly caring about Harry. He put him with the Dursleys on purpose to cowed him into follow him and paid his friends to be with him in the first place. He was the one prophesied to completely get rid of the Dark Lord. He was the one with a piece of the said lord's soul inside him. He was the one protected for the sake of dying at the right time.

It wasn't fair. His parents gave up their lives for him! So he could live, but everyone was making him the way they wanted. Everyone saw the scar, not Harry. He knew that if he lived, they wanted him to become an auror, a magical police. It was never ending!

Now... Harry lost the will to live. He wanted to die!

Suddenly, he was grabbed by the back of his shirt and lifted up. He didn't bother to struggle. He knew it was futile. No one care about him. All they wanted to do is be the hero and save them when he hated fighting and all he had to do in past with the stone, the basilisk, Pettigrew, and the tournament. Now he didn't care.

Vernon carelessly carried his nephew to the backyard and dropped him. He kicked him onto his back. Harry could see a knife in his beefy hand but didn't panicked. He felt relieved really. His uncle was going to kill him. Harry would be free at last and see his loving mother and caring stepfather again. Severus would be free of him too. No one else would die because of Harry anymore.

Harry closed his eyes and relaxed. He didn't even scream when the knife plunged into his chest. He was numb so he could only feel a little. He could also feel the soul piece's magic being pierced, destroying it and releasing the leukemia. It was finishing him off.

Harry weakly opened his eyes, seeing his uncle. He was different somehow. Harry could see a darkness in his obese body.

On instinct, Harry lifted his arm towards his uncle, tapping in on his magic. He purified the darkness somehow.

Uncle Vernon blinked and gasped when he saw Harry. He was panicking now and actually looking concern and scared for him!

"It's all right," Harry mumbled, "I'm going to see Mama and Dad now. It's over now."

He closed his eyes, knowing he will never open him again.

As he was fading, he felt a foreign hand on his forehead.

"No, my dear child, it's not over. You will not die like this."

Preview: What will happen to Harry? Will he live or will he get his wish. A surprise is to come about the truth about Harry.