Harry sat on his bed thinking things over in his head.
All the people he had loved or cared for were being hurt and killed.
Cedric- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Sirius- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Ron- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hagrid- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hermionie- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Remus- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
All these people dead and his entire fault. He no longer wished to put the people he loved in danger. Not that it mattered really most were dead anyway. He had gone through his sixth year losing people.
He looked down at his wrists the unmarked skin. He looked at his dagger, the silver glinting in the moonlight. He sliced open both wrists. Watching as the dark ruby red liquid gushed out. He looked on last time at the lake at the castle and the quidich pitch. He gently covered himself with his invisibility cloak as he started to feel the darkness creep over him.
One last look at the star filled sky and the blood red moon. The same colour at he blood that now surrounded him.
Slowly he felt himself be overcome by darkness and for the first time in his life since he was one he relaxed, no longer having to worry about the stupid prophecy or any responsibilities. He closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep he would never wake from.
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Three days later Professor Snape walked down to the lake wondering where Potter was. As he walked along the edge of the lake he tripped over an invisible entity. He reached down and felt the familiar feel of an invisibility cloak. He pulled the cloak off. What saw made him weak at the knees.
Harry Potter surrounded in a dried pool of dark crimson-black blood. The world had lost it saviour and its last hope.
All the people he had loved or cared for were being hurt and killed.
Cedric- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Sirius- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Ron- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hagrid- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Hermionie- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
Remus- dead. Whose fault? Harry's
All these people dead and his entire fault. He no longer wished to put the people he loved in danger. Not that it mattered really most were dead anyway. He had gone through his sixth year losing people.
He looked down at his wrists the unmarked skin. He looked at his dagger, the silver glinting in the moonlight. He sliced open both wrists. Watching as the dark ruby red liquid gushed out. He looked on last time at the lake at the castle and the quidich pitch. He gently covered himself with his invisibility cloak as he started to feel the darkness creep over him.
One last look at the star filled sky and the blood red moon. The same colour at he blood that now surrounded him.
Slowly he felt himself be overcome by darkness and for the first time in his life since he was one he relaxed, no longer having to worry about the stupid prophecy or any responsibilities. He closed his eyes and drifted into a sleep he would never wake from.
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Three days later Professor Snape walked down to the lake wondering where Potter was. As he walked along the edge of the lake he tripped over an invisible entity. He reached down and felt the familiar feel of an invisibility cloak. He pulled the cloak off. What saw made him weak at the knees.
Harry Potter surrounded in a dried pool of dark crimson-black blood. The world had lost it saviour and its last hope.