Disclaimer I own nothing except some of the plot for the moment.
Warning Attempted suicide in this chapter, if you don't like, don't read ( it isn't graphic....yet)!
Author's note Due to the wonderful people who reviewed I'm continuing this fic. I dunno if it is good but I still enjoy writing it. The boost that comes from reviews is amazing so I'm going to list who reviewed to say my story is brilliant and that I should carry on writing.
Phoenix
Jenna Casey
Mariet
C.F
Sarah
Rachel and
Laurie aka DKNY
( sorry if I have missed anyone)
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Split-Personality
"I sit and watch the worlds failings, it pains me to know I'm one of them. I watch them fall, the only difference they have to me is that they are able to get up again."
Harry sat down lost in thought.
He had just been to the Hospital wing and he had been diagnosed with clinical depression.
Clinical depression?
He had also been prescribed some pills. Harry looked down at the label of the small bottle;
Take two daily, morning and night. Warning; do not exceed the stated dose.
Do not exceed the stated dose. That looked tempting.
Harry weighed the bottle in his hand.
'Its funny,' he thought, 'How something so small and innocent can kill someone.'
" You and I are quite alike," Harry said to the bottle.
If anybody had passed they would have thought him mentally deranged, a fifth-teen year old boy talking to a box of pills, but Harry was quite alone with no one to love him or take care of him and maybe this was the strongest reason for why he was suicidal.
'No one loves me,' thought Harry as a tear tricked down his cheek. He was just a child trapped inside a young mans body, facing more than just the troubles of an ordinary teenager. He was the worlds' saviour. The boy-who- lived.
'How many lives have I ruined and murdered.' His thoughts turned to Cedric. Just as innocent as everybody else, 'and he was killed because of me. Instead of me.'
'But it wasn't my fault.'
'Ah,' said a nasty little voice inside his head, 'It didn't have to happen, but it did because you were alive, because you still live, you should have died a long time ago, but not by Voldemort no, if you had any decency you would kill yourself.'
'No, its not true....is it, it wasn't my fault, if I will kill myself then Voldemort would be immortal.'
'No he wouldn't, he would have had to kill you himself to be immortal, but you deserve death because if you are dead then it would be less bother for the people protecting you and if you had have done it sooner then you would have prevented Cedric's death, die before you kill someone else. No one loves you, so your death won't cause anyone grief.'
'I'm right, for once, this is the only way out.'
Harry opened the bottle and let the contents spill onto his hand.
How pure and clean they looked so innocent and harmless. And yet.....
'Am I doing the right thing.'
'Yes.'
Harry swallowed.
* * *
Albus Dumbledore was pacing his office.
Just two hours ago Harry had been to see him and he had found out that Harry knew that he was the last descendent of Voldemort and that therefore Voldemort needed to only kill Harry to become immortal.
Harry, to Dumbledore, seemed quite angry.
Angry that he had never told him, angry that the whole worlds fate rested on him or angry that he had Voldemort's blood in him, Dumbledore could not tell.
Dumbledore had confirmed it so Harry knew it was true and Albus had seen the realisation cross Harry's face. He knew that the only reason Voldemort had not wanted to kill Lily was that he wanted to kill his descendents James and Harry in a hurry in his eagerness to become immortal ( he probably would have killed Lily anyway ).
After Harry had calmed down, Dumbledore, alarmed by Harry's behaviour, sent him to the hospital wing to have a check-up. That was when he had last saw him and as Harry had not passed his office Dumbledore presumed that Madame Pomfrey had insisted on keeping Harry there the night.
Dumbledore decided to visit him to see if he was all right. He summoned Minerva Mc Gonagall so he could speak to her.
Once she had appeared they proceeded to the Hospital wing.
* * *
Severus Snape was on his way to his dungeon office after morning lessons.
He was in a particularly good mood as he had managed to deduct thirty points from Griffindor in one morning. Ten from Ronald Weasly for shouting at him because he had taken twenty points from Harry-The-Worlds-Saviour- Potter for not bothering to turn up to his lesson.
He took a diversion up past the Griffindor common room hoping to catch Harry off his guard.
Harry wasn't around.
'Oh well,' thought Snape, 'Ill just catch him in my next class.'
Severus went down a few corridors past the Hospital wing down another corridor and into a desolate passage.
He could hear voices on his left. Urgent whispers. He looked to where the source of noise came from.
He could make out dim, shadowed figures. Two adults bent over a levitating body.
Severus hurried closer and saw who it was.
The Headmaster and Minerva with.
Harry Potter.
Severus made a sinister sound at the back of his throat to make his presence noticed.
The older wizards looked at him and by the anxiety in their faces he could see that Potter hadn't just done a little stunt to draw attention to himself he was seriously ill.
" Severus, would you please run ahead and inform Madame Pomfrey that we are in desperate need of her assistance and that we are levitating a student along slowly as not to aggravate his injuries."
Snape strode along up a corridor trying to remind himself that this was just a student in need, not Potter. Why does it always have to be Potter?
Snape reached the Hospital doors and opened them with a 'bang'.
He came across a rather hassled looking Madame Pomfrey.
" Severus, why do you insist on making so much noise, this is a hospi.."
"..Albus told me to come, "Snape snapped, " Potter is fatally ill and he is being levitated here."
Immediately Madame Pomfrey went into nurse mode.
She waved her wand at one of the beds and white linen sheets appeared. She also used her wand to summon her potion kit to her.
Albus, Minerva and Harry appeared.
Madame Pomfrey gasped in surprise when she saw Harry but almost immediately she regained composure.
" Albus, put him here."
The unconscious form of Harry was lowered onto the bed.
* * *
After Harry had swallowed ten of the little white pills Madame Pomfrey had given him, Harry became quite dizzy.
The world started spinning around him and he tried to stand up but fell onto the floor. He felt the strength drain out of him like water trickling out of cupped hands.
As his head hit the ground his mind wondered into the unknown darkness of unconsciousness.
* * *
A/N; Due to the fact that I'm the world's slowest typer I think I did quite well typing this out in a day! I hope you liked it. Harry is of course going to survive this time but I pre-warn you I have lots of torture still in store for poor Harry. I also hope I haven't confused you with the time skipping back and forwards.
Sarah, one of my wonderful reviewers, thinks that Harry should punch Voldemort, she as I thinks it quite an amusing prospect. Please give your views!
Also do you want short chapters more often or long chapters less frequently, please tell me.
Now could you press the little button on the left hand corner and tell me whether you liked it or not.
Thanks!
Warning Attempted suicide in this chapter, if you don't like, don't read ( it isn't graphic....yet)!
Author's note Due to the wonderful people who reviewed I'm continuing this fic. I dunno if it is good but I still enjoy writing it. The boost that comes from reviews is amazing so I'm going to list who reviewed to say my story is brilliant and that I should carry on writing.
Phoenix
Jenna Casey
Mariet
C.F
Sarah
Rachel and
Laurie aka DKNY
( sorry if I have missed anyone)
* * *
Split-Personality
"I sit and watch the worlds failings, it pains me to know I'm one of them. I watch them fall, the only difference they have to me is that they are able to get up again."
Harry sat down lost in thought.
He had just been to the Hospital wing and he had been diagnosed with clinical depression.
Clinical depression?
He had also been prescribed some pills. Harry looked down at the label of the small bottle;
Take two daily, morning and night. Warning; do not exceed the stated dose.
Do not exceed the stated dose. That looked tempting.
Harry weighed the bottle in his hand.
'Its funny,' he thought, 'How something so small and innocent can kill someone.'
" You and I are quite alike," Harry said to the bottle.
If anybody had passed they would have thought him mentally deranged, a fifth-teen year old boy talking to a box of pills, but Harry was quite alone with no one to love him or take care of him and maybe this was the strongest reason for why he was suicidal.
'No one loves me,' thought Harry as a tear tricked down his cheek. He was just a child trapped inside a young mans body, facing more than just the troubles of an ordinary teenager. He was the worlds' saviour. The boy-who- lived.
'How many lives have I ruined and murdered.' His thoughts turned to Cedric. Just as innocent as everybody else, 'and he was killed because of me. Instead of me.'
'But it wasn't my fault.'
'Ah,' said a nasty little voice inside his head, 'It didn't have to happen, but it did because you were alive, because you still live, you should have died a long time ago, but not by Voldemort no, if you had any decency you would kill yourself.'
'No, its not true....is it, it wasn't my fault, if I will kill myself then Voldemort would be immortal.'
'No he wouldn't, he would have had to kill you himself to be immortal, but you deserve death because if you are dead then it would be less bother for the people protecting you and if you had have done it sooner then you would have prevented Cedric's death, die before you kill someone else. No one loves you, so your death won't cause anyone grief.'
'I'm right, for once, this is the only way out.'
Harry opened the bottle and let the contents spill onto his hand.
How pure and clean they looked so innocent and harmless. And yet.....
'Am I doing the right thing.'
'Yes.'
Harry swallowed.
* * *
Albus Dumbledore was pacing his office.
Just two hours ago Harry had been to see him and he had found out that Harry knew that he was the last descendent of Voldemort and that therefore Voldemort needed to only kill Harry to become immortal.
Harry, to Dumbledore, seemed quite angry.
Angry that he had never told him, angry that the whole worlds fate rested on him or angry that he had Voldemort's blood in him, Dumbledore could not tell.
Dumbledore had confirmed it so Harry knew it was true and Albus had seen the realisation cross Harry's face. He knew that the only reason Voldemort had not wanted to kill Lily was that he wanted to kill his descendents James and Harry in a hurry in his eagerness to become immortal ( he probably would have killed Lily anyway ).
After Harry had calmed down, Dumbledore, alarmed by Harry's behaviour, sent him to the hospital wing to have a check-up. That was when he had last saw him and as Harry had not passed his office Dumbledore presumed that Madame Pomfrey had insisted on keeping Harry there the night.
Dumbledore decided to visit him to see if he was all right. He summoned Minerva Mc Gonagall so he could speak to her.
Once she had appeared they proceeded to the Hospital wing.
* * *
Severus Snape was on his way to his dungeon office after morning lessons.
He was in a particularly good mood as he had managed to deduct thirty points from Griffindor in one morning. Ten from Ronald Weasly for shouting at him because he had taken twenty points from Harry-The-Worlds-Saviour- Potter for not bothering to turn up to his lesson.
He took a diversion up past the Griffindor common room hoping to catch Harry off his guard.
Harry wasn't around.
'Oh well,' thought Snape, 'Ill just catch him in my next class.'
Severus went down a few corridors past the Hospital wing down another corridor and into a desolate passage.
He could hear voices on his left. Urgent whispers. He looked to where the source of noise came from.
He could make out dim, shadowed figures. Two adults bent over a levitating body.
Severus hurried closer and saw who it was.
The Headmaster and Minerva with.
Harry Potter.
Severus made a sinister sound at the back of his throat to make his presence noticed.
The older wizards looked at him and by the anxiety in their faces he could see that Potter hadn't just done a little stunt to draw attention to himself he was seriously ill.
" Severus, would you please run ahead and inform Madame Pomfrey that we are in desperate need of her assistance and that we are levitating a student along slowly as not to aggravate his injuries."
Snape strode along up a corridor trying to remind himself that this was just a student in need, not Potter. Why does it always have to be Potter?
Snape reached the Hospital doors and opened them with a 'bang'.
He came across a rather hassled looking Madame Pomfrey.
" Severus, why do you insist on making so much noise, this is a hospi.."
"..Albus told me to come, "Snape snapped, " Potter is fatally ill and he is being levitated here."
Immediately Madame Pomfrey went into nurse mode.
She waved her wand at one of the beds and white linen sheets appeared. She also used her wand to summon her potion kit to her.
Albus, Minerva and Harry appeared.
Madame Pomfrey gasped in surprise when she saw Harry but almost immediately she regained composure.
" Albus, put him here."
The unconscious form of Harry was lowered onto the bed.
* * *
After Harry had swallowed ten of the little white pills Madame Pomfrey had given him, Harry became quite dizzy.
The world started spinning around him and he tried to stand up but fell onto the floor. He felt the strength drain out of him like water trickling out of cupped hands.
As his head hit the ground his mind wondered into the unknown darkness of unconsciousness.
* * *
A/N; Due to the fact that I'm the world's slowest typer I think I did quite well typing this out in a day! I hope you liked it. Harry is of course going to survive this time but I pre-warn you I have lots of torture still in store for poor Harry. I also hope I haven't confused you with the time skipping back and forwards.
Sarah, one of my wonderful reviewers, thinks that Harry should punch Voldemort, she as I thinks it quite an amusing prospect. Please give your views!
Also do you want short chapters more often or long chapters less frequently, please tell me.
Now could you press the little button on the left hand corner and tell me whether you liked it or not.
Thanks!