--Crawling--

A/N: Hi people! This fic has NOTHING to do with Falling For Each other (my romance fic). I'm just really bored and I was listening to the radio and Crawling by Linkin Park came on. I love this song...don't ask why. But this fic is sorta how Harry feels about his life sometimes with Voldemort, missing his family, and stuff like that. So here is my second Songfic! BTW don't blame me if it totally sucks, It's 12:57 a.m. and I'm a teenager so it probably does suck pretty bad but oh well! Here it goes:

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal, fear is how I fall, confusing what is real

Harry Potter sat in the boys' dormitories staring out the window at the rainy grounds which surrounded Hogwarts. Lately he had been slipping into depressions everyonce and a while. Ron and Hermione were always concerned, but Harry just ignored them. He was too busy with his own problems.

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, consuming, confusing. This lack of self control I fear is never ending, Controlling...

With the recent rise of the dark lord, Harry felt as though the pressure of the world was on his shoulders and he was starting to crack beneath it. He knew it was up to him to get rid of Voldemort, he was so unsure of himself. He was a 15 year old wizard, skinny, but smart, weak physically, but Harry had normally been mentally strong. But now...He just didn't know any more.

I can't seem to find myself again, my walls are closing in. Without a sense of confidence, I'm convinced that there's just to much pressure to take. I've felt this way before, so insecure. Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal, fear is how I fall confusing what is real.

Harry was having many more vivid nightmares of when his parents were murdered. His mother's pleads, were constantly ringing in his head. Every time he looked in the mirror he saw the ghost of his father. Why did he have to look so much like him?

Discomfort, endlessly has itself upon me, distracting reacting. Against my will I stand beside my own reflection, It's haunting how I can't seem...

Harry searched his mind for some happy memory that could pull him out of this depression. The only people Harry had now were his friends and Dumbledore. What was happening to him? He used to be so together...Calm, cool, and collected, was how Hermione had described Harry once. But now? He was completely the opposite.

To find myself again, my walls are closing in. Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just to much pressure to take. I've felt this way before, so insecure......Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal, Fear is how I fall confusing what is real.

Harry was so confused by his emotions he was breaking down entirely. How was he going to pull him self out of this black abyss of depression which he was falling further into.

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal, Fear is how I fall, confusing, confusing what is real.

Harry pulled himself off of his bed and made his way down into the common room where he saw Ron and Hermione's smiling faces. Harry suddenly felt a bit better. Maybe for one day in his life he could just be a normal teenager. But he knew that would never be. In no way was Harry and normal teenager. Harry went about the day acting as regular as possible, but inside something was pulling at him. No matter how he tried, he felt as though he was being pulled into a black hole, stretched to the limit. He had no clue how he ever managed to smile.

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, Consuming, confusing. This lack of self control I fear is never ending. Controlling.....Confusing what is real

A/N: You like? Please, Please, Please R/R. I need your thoughts!! If you didn't like it tell me why! I need to know. Thanx peeps!