I rate this R because there's stuff in it that will rated R.
None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me nor ever will because I am just a poor.
Please read and review.
Thanks a lot and happy reading!!!
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Harry sat in the corner of his room at number four Privet Drive. He had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts and it was by far his worst. He had been through so much emotional trauma at the school, but none of it could add up to what he was feeling now.
He had never felt this heart breaking pain before. He was emotionally worn out and he didn't wanted to face anyone, friend or enemy. All Harry had learnt to do was cry or drink. He would write to his friend, Ron, asking him to send a bottle of the hardest liquor he could find. Drinking seemed to ease the pain but only for a short while.
Harry looked out his window, hoping in the back of his mind that he might see Hedwig. She had been gone for days, but Harry couldn't blame her. If he could, he would fly away from himself forever. He was beginning to grow sick of himself.
Harry crawled into his bed and took a swig of his half emptied bottle of Jim Beam. He laid his head down on his pillow and the tears began to fall from his eyes.
Why did she have to go? He thought to himself. She was perfect. The tear sung his eyes. Please come back my Love. His heart was feeling heavy and it ached painfully. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He let out a heavy moan and began to weep heavily. He dug his face into his pillow to muffle his sound.
Then, Harry heard it. Dudley, was standing outside of he's room. He was mimicking Harry's crying. "Listen to the big baby. Does Harry not feel loved? Aw poor little cry baby, Harry."
He could feel the anger in him burn his ears. He was tempted to hex Dudley into the next world but he could bare to suffer the consequences. Instead, Harry took his bottle of Jim Beam and threw it at the door. He could now hear Dudley's fat feet carry him downstairs at a fast pace. Not even this made Harry feel a slight bit of happiness.
Harry stared up at the ceiling, tears still running down. His life was feeling like nothing but a big waste.
He was ready to die.
He closed his eyes tightly, and memories began to flood his mind. Memories of the time he first really noticed here.
The thoughts were making him ache even more. Harry looked outside his window and into the blue sky. The memories of Bianca were floating back…
None of the Harry Potter characters belong to me nor ever will because I am just a poor.
Please read and review.
Thanks a lot and happy reading!!!
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Harry sat in the corner of his room at number four Privet Drive. He had just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts and it was by far his worst. He had been through so much emotional trauma at the school, but none of it could add up to what he was feeling now.
He had never felt this heart breaking pain before. He was emotionally worn out and he didn't wanted to face anyone, friend or enemy. All Harry had learnt to do was cry or drink. He would write to his friend, Ron, asking him to send a bottle of the hardest liquor he could find. Drinking seemed to ease the pain but only for a short while.
Harry looked out his window, hoping in the back of his mind that he might see Hedwig. She had been gone for days, but Harry couldn't blame her. If he could, he would fly away from himself forever. He was beginning to grow sick of himself.
Harry crawled into his bed and took a swig of his half emptied bottle of Jim Beam. He laid his head down on his pillow and the tears began to fall from his eyes.
Why did she have to go? He thought to himself. She was perfect. The tear sung his eyes. Please come back my Love. His heart was feeling heavy and it ached painfully. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He let out a heavy moan and began to weep heavily. He dug his face into his pillow to muffle his sound.
Then, Harry heard it. Dudley, was standing outside of he's room. He was mimicking Harry's crying. "Listen to the big baby. Does Harry not feel loved? Aw poor little cry baby, Harry."
He could feel the anger in him burn his ears. He was tempted to hex Dudley into the next world but he could bare to suffer the consequences. Instead, Harry took his bottle of Jim Beam and threw it at the door. He could now hear Dudley's fat feet carry him downstairs at a fast pace. Not even this made Harry feel a slight bit of happiness.
Harry stared up at the ceiling, tears still running down. His life was feeling like nothing but a big waste.
He was ready to die.
He closed his eyes tightly, and memories began to flood his mind. Memories of the time he first really noticed here.
The thoughts were making him ache even more. Harry looked outside his window and into the blue sky. The memories of Bianca were floating back…