Chapter One

No Reason to live anymore

Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don't belong
and no one understands you
Do you ever wanna run away?
Do you lock yourself in your room?
With the radio on turned up so loud
that no one hears you screaming

Simple Plan

Harry James Potter laid his back against a old oak. He ran a hand unconsciously through his hair. He shut his eyes, letting the warm breeze wash over him.

Harry Potter was fifteen. He had raven black hair, emerald green eyes, with black round glasses. A lightning shaped scar hid behind a curtain of black bangs.

Harry went to Hogwarts School for talented witches and wizards. It was a place he called home, or he did.

Last year Harry had been entered in a school tournament, called the Triwizard Tournament. You had to survive three extremely dangerous tasks. The first task, Harry had to get a golden egg away from the Hungarian Horntail. The Second task he had to save Ron, his bestfriend, from the black lake. In the third task, he had to get to the Triwizard cup, but that's where everything went wrong.

The cup had been a portkey. He and Cedric had grabbed it and were transported to a graveyard, where Wormtail was waiting.

He killed Cedric with the "Avada Kedavra" spell. He then preformed a ritual. Bone of the Father, Flesh given from the Servant, and Blood from the foe.

Voldemort had been recruited then. He looked very much like a snake. He had got Wormtail to untie him, and then they dueled.

"We bow to each other. Harry, Come, the niceties must be observed. . . . Dumbledore would like you to show manners. . . . Bow to death, Harry. ..."

Harry had got away, after his wand had done something weird. His and Voldemorts wands connected. Harry had seen Cedric, Frank Bryce, Bertha Jokins… and his parents.

They had given Harry the distraction he needed. He had got away, using the Triwizard cup, and had been teleported back to Hogwarts. He had told everyone that Voldemort was back, but no one had believed him. Except Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, and Sirius

Now Harry was back at Private Drive, with his relatives. He gave a sad sigh. His eyes began to get teary. Harry wiped away the forming tears. He wouldn't let anyone see him cry.

The sky began to get grey. Rain clouds appeared, and rain began to fall down heavily. Harry stood up, and began to walk, getting soaked. He didn't care.

Harry fell to his knees. His hands covered his face. Tears began to hit his hands. He began to cry. Harry fell to the ground. His body got muddy fast. Tears were still falling. He gave a painful scream, and hit the ground with a fist, spraying himself with more mud.

Harry began to thump on the ground with such force, that he was soon covered with mud. He lay there, just letting the tears fall.

Why doesn't Voldemort just come and kill him already? He wanted nothing more then to die.

He stood up, and let the rain wash the dirt off. He walked to a pond, and sprayed the water on him and got the dirt off.

Harry sat by a white fence. He saw a piece of glass. He picked it up. Should he? No one wants him… He had no reason to live.

Harry put the glass to his wrists. He shut his eyes, and cut. He gasped in pain. Harry dropped the piece of glass, and looked at his wrists.

Blood was flowing from his wrists and was hitting the ground. He was soon sitting in a pool of blood.

Harry's vision began to fade. He shut his eyes and fell to the ground, falling into the pool of blood.

Sirius was in his animagus form, and was roaming Private Drive. He gave a growl when a cat neared him. The cat hissed angrily. It turned around, and scurried the other way.

Sirius then smelled something. Blood… He gave a yelp, jumped, and ran towards the smell. He turned a corner and saw a horrible sight.

Harry was lying in a pool of his own blood, his wrists were bleeding heavily. He was deathly pale, and had a trickle of blood coming from his mouth.

Sirius turned into his human form, and ran over to his godson.

"Harry!" He shook Harry forcibly. "Wake up!" Harry didn't say anything, Sirius began to get worried. He picked Harry up, and disapparated at once. He appeared in front of Grimmaulds Place. He ran inside, and immediately ran up to a room. He banged the door open, and ran over to the bed.

He put Harry down, and ran to the washroom. Sirius grabbed some bandages and ointment. He ran back into the room.

He ran over to Harry. Sirius grabbed his hand, and began to wrap the bandages around Harry's wrists. When they continued to bleed, he got up and ran out of the bedroom.

This was a job for Madame Pomfrey.

(A/N) Hope you like this! Sorry if it's sorta… suicidal… Sorry… Well… Please tell me what you think, Please review!