Hello all. I think I am doing really well with updating. Only six days ago was my last update! :D My holidays have started, so I have been updating pretty well! My next update will probably be some day next week, but not at the weekend, because my grandma is coming back from America! Yey!
Okay, enough about me... on with the chapter... :D
Chapter 8
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Harry was sitting on his bed now, nursing his sprained (maybe broken) right arm. He didn't dare move it. Every time he had tried a blinding pain shot up it. His life was so unfair.
Harry was locked up in his room (well not just locked, bolted). He knew now Ron's suspicions were right. Harry was being treated like before second year. Just worse this time.
His thoughts strayed to his two best friends. What would they think of him? Hurt? Pity? Disgust? Loathing? (A/N: I see a poem coming up :D - sorry) Would they think of him as weak? So weak that he couldn't even stand up to a muggle? His own uncle?!
Harry shook his head. They wouldn't be knowing about this in the first place. They know that Harry isn't exactly on best terms with the Dursleys but they didn't know anything about this. And they never will. Never.
Harry sighed. He felt so alone; so vulnerable. He wanted to tell someone, anyone, but Harry was worried about their reaction. They could hate him. Pity him. He hated all of it. He wished it could be over. He wished he could be over. He was a freak. He wanted to be gone. Then there would be peace.
A/N: I don't tend to do this, but I am. Now is the time for my weird poem interlude that just attached itself into my head. No matter how terrible, please tell me what you think of it.
Poem Interlude
Thinking along the lines of death,
Prepared to commit suicide.
Wishing I never lived at all,
Wishing I could just die.
Hoping for some savior,
But, no, I'm a savior for them,
The killer, the savior both of these things,
I live such a confused life.
A different person - that's me,
As different as different can get.
A living miracle upon the earth,
I shouldn't be here; I should be dead.
The boy-who-lived deserves to die,
But suicide is too easy and nice.
A painful, hurting, darker death,
Is how I deserve to die.
I killed them,
I'm a murderer. 'A muderer' hear me out.
If it wern't for me, they wouldn't be dead,
And I wouldn't have lived.
Wishing my life was over,
Wishing I never lived.
Wishing I wasn't here right now,
Wishing I wasn't the boy-who-lived.
I'm not bringing a curse on others,
I just don't want it to be me.
What did I do to get this?
I just want to run away and be set free.
Segregated from others.
Torn worlds apart.
Wizards treat me like a hero,
Muggles treat me like a sin.
Hatred and Pity - the worst feelings,
But being ignored can be worse.
But I'm given both at all times,
In this horrible muggle world.
Choosing between this and dieing,
I'd just rather die.
I welcome death with two hands,
I always have; I always will.
A place where I could be loved,
From blood ones yes indeed.
Love is what I truly crave,
Everything else can take heed.
Wishing my life was over,
Wishing I never lived.
Wishing I wasn't here right now,
Wishing I wasn't the boy-who-lived.
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A/N: Okay, I am a little sad now. :( :( :( But, did you know, well you don't 'cos I'm about to tell you, that this was actually meant to be proper chapter.
But a sudden Poem was screaming at me. And it wouldn't get out of my head. It was telling me to put this on and I would get more than 10 reviews if I did. So I did. Well, I'll just have to watch what happens. Please, if I get 10 reviews, I shall start listening to my head's voices, but don't worry, I won't always have poems.
I promise (I shall be banned from fanfiction for a whole 2 hours if I don't) that if I get 10 reviews, I shall update the actual story chapter either tommorow or Saturday, if, IF, I am given 10 reviews. It is up to you folks! :D
Oh that reminds me, please tell me what you think of my little information on my profile on the Dursley/Harry relationship. I would love to know what you guys think! I am being incredibly random today, arn't I? Ah well. Random is good.
Please review!
Lots of Love,
XxSqueakyxX
P.S: I just can't seem to leave can I? lol. And now I can't remember what I was going to say!
P.P.S: I remember now - Please review and thank you for all your past reviews. NO. That wasn't it. But yeah, I mean that as well. Oh man. That is so annoying. If I remember I'll tell in the next chapter. ARRGGHH. Okay. Goodnight (or maybe good day) everyone.
P.P.P.S: I REMEMBER!! The more depressed I am, the more angsty the chapter will be. I warn you.
Now, GOODNIGHT! (or good day).
