Falling and Coming Back Again
By Kristin Ohman
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. Plot belongs to the college student named above.
A/n: I'd like to think Lavender Ice for betaing. I'd also like to thank Fiction Alley and the Werewolf Regestry for inspiring me and for making me laugh.
Chapter 1: To Whom it May Concern
To whom it may concern:
My name is Harry Potter. I am 15 years old and a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. About a month ago a boy named Cedric was killed by the Dark Lord right in front of me. I still have nightmares about it; I blame myself for his death.
Right now I am at the Dursley's. They've started to treat me like they used to. I'm not allowed up in that bedroom upstairs anymore. Uncle Vernon says that I lost the privilege of having that room when I left last summer. They make me stay in the cupboard now, though all of my things are still upstairs. They also keep me busy with housework. I feel like I deserve all of this, as though this is my punishment for what happened to Cedric.
But lately it has become unbearable. My Godfather, Sirius, is a wanted man. I have been writing him, but I feel guilty for taking up his time. He should be enjoying himself, not worrying about me.
Sometimes I think that everyone would be better off if I disappeared or died. Especially these days. I brought Voldemort back. Maybe if I weren't here, he would still be gone.
I'm going to do something about this. This past week I have found the courage to do something that I have though about doing for quite some time. They are all out of the house right now, and I'm up in my old room. By the time they think about coming up to the room to find me, I should be dead.
I don't want anyone to cry over me. I've never deserved half of the attention that I received over the years. I'm no one special; sometimes I think that this is just a huge nightmare that I'll wake up from some day. Well, I'll find out if that's true or not soon.
Good Bye everyone.
Harry Potter.
Harry folded up the letter and set it on his desk. Hedwig was at Hermione's, so he shut the window and pulled the curtains. His room was clean and he hid his wand and other school supplies under the loose floorboard. He looked over his room one last time before locking the door.
Harry picked up the razor blade that he had stolen from the bathroom. He took a deep breath as he cut first his right wrist, then the left, with three deep slices. Harry dropped the razor on the floor as he stared at the blood on his hands. He sat down on the floor and closed his eyes.
Harry's final thought was how he was finally free.
By Kristin Ohman
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. Plot belongs to the college student named above.
A/n: I'd like to think Lavender Ice for betaing. I'd also like to thank Fiction Alley and the Werewolf Regestry for inspiring me and for making me laugh.
Chapter 1: To Whom it May Concern
To whom it may concern:
My name is Harry Potter. I am 15 years old and a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. About a month ago a boy named Cedric was killed by the Dark Lord right in front of me. I still have nightmares about it; I blame myself for his death.
Right now I am at the Dursley's. They've started to treat me like they used to. I'm not allowed up in that bedroom upstairs anymore. Uncle Vernon says that I lost the privilege of having that room when I left last summer. They make me stay in the cupboard now, though all of my things are still upstairs. They also keep me busy with housework. I feel like I deserve all of this, as though this is my punishment for what happened to Cedric.
But lately it has become unbearable. My Godfather, Sirius, is a wanted man. I have been writing him, but I feel guilty for taking up his time. He should be enjoying himself, not worrying about me.
Sometimes I think that everyone would be better off if I disappeared or died. Especially these days. I brought Voldemort back. Maybe if I weren't here, he would still be gone.
I'm going to do something about this. This past week I have found the courage to do something that I have though about doing for quite some time. They are all out of the house right now, and I'm up in my old room. By the time they think about coming up to the room to find me, I should be dead.
I don't want anyone to cry over me. I've never deserved half of the attention that I received over the years. I'm no one special; sometimes I think that this is just a huge nightmare that I'll wake up from some day. Well, I'll find out if that's true or not soon.
Good Bye everyone.
Harry Potter.
Harry folded up the letter and set it on his desk. Hedwig was at Hermione's, so he shut the window and pulled the curtains. His room was clean and he hid his wand and other school supplies under the loose floorboard. He looked over his room one last time before locking the door.
Harry picked up the razor blade that he had stolen from the bathroom. He took a deep breath as he cut first his right wrist, then the left, with three deep slices. Harry dropped the razor on the floor as he stared at the blood on his hands. He sat down on the floor and closed his eyes.
Harry's final thought was how he was finally free.