A/N: Hello everyone, this is the first fic i've been able to post so please be gentle with me. Although if you find something terribly wrong, i appreciate your criticism. Be warned that this story is very depressing.On with the story!

Disclaimer: I own no part of the Harry Potter world and am just borrowing J.K. Rowlings genius idea.

Why. One little word that makes me want to scream. It seems like everyone wants to know why I did it. Well if they want to know why they can find out

their fucking selves. Even the Weasel and Mudblood want to know why. Come now that's not so hard, last year they probably would have known in a

heartbeat why. But those posers, they aren't my friends. Sure once they were but right now, this moment, they can go fuck themselves for all I care. I'm

not friends with any of them anymore, i'm not friends with any of those lame Gryffindors, they think they're so special, oh we're brave so you should

bow down to us. Well, know what I wish that I would have shaken Draco Malfoys hand that day on the train , that I would have been put in Slytherin

there I could have made my "real friends." If I remember the sorting hat correctly. But I didn't for some insane reason or other I wanted to be in bloody

Gryffindor "where dwell the brave at heart." I'm not brave ha, the opposite of that. The most nerve Ihave is to try to kill myself, but that didn't exactly

work out now did it. And get this, the person that stopped me was Draco Malfoy.My arch nemesis get that. At least he thoght that I hated him, but I

didn't .Quite the oppsite actually but he doesn't feel the same way he never will another factor in my decsion.Well that and the factthat I killed my

parents and Sirius all those people who others would have said died for me willingly. No I killed them, and I know that. So, conclusions Harry Potter

tried to kill himself, failed beause Draco Malfoy walked in . And Harry Potter is going to succeed in killing himself this time. Goodbye cruel world.

At 11:45 on October 31st Harry Potter was found dead, with a bullet hole in the side of his head. There was a .22 caliber handgun on the floor

beside him. The medi-withches from St. Mungo's deduced that he was not murdered but commit suicide. He left no note besides the following poem,

which was on the floor in front of him, three prominent blood drops scattered across the paper.

Numb

In the end nothing matters
All that ever did was you
And you didn't care
I'm numb to my feelings now
Feeling no longer scared or alone
Because i'm finally were I want to be
Home.

Draco Malfoy was found three hours later in much the same position, but there were already two deep slashes across his wrists self-inflicted and the

blood that they prouduced was used to write four words on the wall.

I Love you, Harry.

Fin

A/N: So what did you think? I would be very pleased if you would just review.Thank You.
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