The Boy Who Gave Up Living

BECAUSE I'M A BAD PERSON…and I was inspired. BACK OFF!

Okay lets see, I'm somewhere where I do not know…there is no reason for anything anymore. Our young dear Mr. Potter was a bit pissed off, he couldn't figure out where on earth he was, or in the universe if he was either of those two places.

(Unconsciousness, bludger…ringing a fucking bell here!)

Suddenly Harry felt a deep sense of loss, like he had just lost the love of his life. His only reason for living or existing, whatever the hell he did now. And the betrayal he felt, a deep, deep betrayal.

He felt as if complete and total nothingness consumed every part of his body, yes every part you sickos, and took away everything including his heart.

Its cold here and so dark…

Why is it so dark…

Why the hell am I talking to myself…

Where is a light switch…

AHHA FOUND IT, COMMON SENSE CONQUERS ALL!

He turned on the light and wanted to turn it back off, oh insidious crap, were the only words running through his mind. He was in Treelawny's class but he sat down, he was the only one there.

"Oh dear the fates are not on your side…I see great tragedy," Harry was banging his head into the table by now. And he banged it again and found him in another place.

He looked around himself and saw that it was a wedding. Remus, Sirius, a couple of Slytherin boys and his father were there. In fact, Severus was the reverend. (Ooh that's just a creepy thought.) Harry saw Tonks, Kingsley, the Weasley twins, Dung, Poppy and Treelawny there, along with Bill and Charlie.

Harry wondered who the hell was getting married, but he couldn't see the bride or the groom…well this was ever so very annoying.

They'll probably have ugly ass kids anyway.

Now he was somewhere else, outside a hospital room…and screaming was coming from the inside. Malfoy was waiting outside of the room, looking worried.

"Mr. Malfoy, you can come in now and see your young son?"

"How is-"

"Fading fast, I'm afraid. May not make it through the night, I'm sorry."

And Harry saw Malfoy fall to his knees sobbing, and folded his hands as if he were praying, "I may not believe in you but you're my only hope. Please, I can't lose the love of my life. Don't take him from me."

Him? Wow, this is a fucked up crazy dream.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" a little boy asked looking up at Harry.

Mommy?

"I feel so pretty, oh so pretty, and witty and gaaaaaaaayyyyy!" Severus sang dancing down the hallway, like a ballerina. Harry's eyes shrunk into his head -.-'…and he stared after his father.

I need therapy. And you are not pretty or gay…bastard STOP TAKING MY LABELS!

Now Harry was back at Hogwarts, and this unnerved him. It seemed to be back in his fourth year and now it became ever so noticeable that his younger self was staring at Malfoy. Mainly his ass, or his crotch (I'm sorry I admit I do this) and trying to guess how big it was. (I'm such a sick fuck…YAY!)

"Oh I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, diddley dee, there they are all standing in a row. Big ones small ones, none as big as Remi's but hey their still there!" Sirius sang skipping down the hallway, with a basket of flowers.

And how did I miss that in fourth year…I would have rather enjoyed that.

And a running, naked Remus followed Sirius.

And that could be just as interesting as well. Man, I was probably in the hospital wing; I always miss the good stuff.

Harry continued on his way, stopping at various areas in his life, all had remarkably odd incidents occurring as well, that he had either failed to notice or were just fucked up. He wasn't entirely sure, yet.

However seeing Malfoy in the French maid outfit, dusting the Common Room had been a plus. Especially with the heels. Oh he was a terrible sick-minded 16-year-old boy.