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Alone again…

Harry sat alone in a room. A room that contained a knife. His "friends" knew this. They either didn't notice or didn't care. Time alone was time to think. Time to think did not bode well for anyone.

First he thought about his so called friends. Could he do without them? Probably. Not very well, he thought, but if he had to he would get by. There was a sinking feeling in his gut that they too were going to abandon him just like everyone else. Treat him like trash and throw him away to the rabid beasts. Would they really do that? Would Kai do that? Kai had become his best friend through this. A position vacated by Ron when he turned away from Harry.

Harry knew for a fact Kai cares for him and loves him as a friend but is it enough. She clearly has her problems…maybe she's too busy for him. Maybe he's meant to face the world alone as he always has.

Sitting and thinking was not going to end well no matter what. He thought about his life and the way it was going. He thought about his so called family and how much they don't care. As he thought he got more and more depressed.

There was one shining light though, Voldemort. A new distraction from the depressing thoughts. There is so much potential there but he didn't want to get his hopes up. It was learned a very hard way that hopes get crushed every time…every time.

Doubt creeped in from the darkest recesses of his mind. The voices started their teasing. "Your all alone Harry. No one ever liked you."

"Who would ever want to be around you?"

"You'll be alone forever."

"No one wants you. No one ever chooses you."

"Your friends, where are they now. Left you to tremble by yourself knowing it didn't have to be this way."

"She forced herself to spend time with you. She never really liked you."

"Your all alone Harry. No one ever liked you."

Harry just wanted to make the voices stop, but on and on they continued their horrifying words. For so long that, finally, he gave in and believed them. He wouldn't be alone now if they were really friends.

Depressed and alone curled up on a bed shaking with need. Minutes, hours, days…he didn't know how much time had passed. Normally he would ask for help by now but why ask when he knew none would be given.

"Friends are the worst and the best. Maybe it was easier on my own." Harry thought while staring at the knife. The silver blade shown with a reflection. The eyes are what Harry remembers the most. The dead look in the eyes when he realized just how alone he is.