Warnings: Character Death, Suicide
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR people she would never do this to her characters
A/N: Reviews would be nice but I won't kill myself if I don't get any (no pun intended) The poem at the end is be me and its called Control
A lithe body lay twisting and turning in a small bed at #4 Pivet Drive. Harry Potter was having yet another nightmare of the Dark Lord killing innocent people. The dark mark hanging above a house of dead muggles was the last thing he saw. He bolted upright in bed and a short scream escaped his lips before he had time to repress it.
Heavy tears fell from distraught green eyes as he heard heavy footsteps drawing near his door, then the sound of many locks being undone. He knew who was at the door and just what was coming next. He braced himself and tried to think of anything else other then the voice in his mind telling him that this was what he deserved, and how stupid he was. Big hands went around his neck and shook his fragile form. Harry heard a few of the words his uncle was shouting at him."I'll kill you, you stupid invalid." He knew it all was true.
Vernon threw him on the floor and stormed out of the room. Harry's head hit the wall and he curled into a fetal position and stay there while the blood and tears mixed. This was their savior, their hero, if only they could see him now. He was half starved bruises, cuts, and scares marred his body. This was his secret. A secret that added to all the stress in his life that was already festering deep inside bellowing to be let out. It was so out of control.
'There is one thing you can control.'
"I couldn't there are to many people who need me."
'To many who try to control and use you as a pawn.'
"I'm not a pawn in this war....Oh god... I am.Dumbledore"
'Yes you don't catch on very fast stupid. It only took you 7 years.'
"I'm so stupid all of this is my fault Cedric, Sirius, Mr. Weasly being attacked. I hate myself. I have no control over anything I do."
'As I said before there is one thing you can control,wouldn't you rather live with your Mother and Father?'
"My mother and Father?"
' Yes, and you could finally control your life, you know what to do, do it. No one wants you here. You only cause people pain.'
"Right. Its time for me to finally make everyone stop hurting and take control of my life." Harry said
He got up and grabbed an old parchment and a quill. He hastily wrote a few words and cluthed the paper tightly in his hand while the other brought out the knive he had stolen from his aunt's kitchen weeks ago. He placed it just below one ear, pressed deeply and dragged it all the way across to the other ear.
'I'm coming mother, father'
And with that final thought the parchment slowly drifted to the floor with the body of Harry Potter following seconds after. It read: I've finally controled my life
I crave it
I need it
I bleed just to
feel it
Who has it?
Who's taken it?
Who hides it?
I crave it
I need it
I bleed just to feel it
I need control over me
So people what do yah think reviews would be nice!!