Sitting at his desk in the common room, Harry sighed, weary of this great task ahead of him: Seventh Year NEWTs. He looked back down at his notes. Pages and pages of notes. Right now he was studying for his transfiguration exam, which McGonagall had promised them certainly wouldn't be a walk in the park. Harry skimmed over his scribbles once more. How to transfigure a goat into an ox.
(death)
Harry looked up, startled. Where had that thought come from? Thinking about it he realized that it wasn't so surprising. His years had been filled with death and tragedy. His Mother and Father, Cedric Diggory, Sirius (oh sirius), and now last year… well. It was just so hard… And there was no way of getting out.
(suicide)
No. Just No.
Harry pulled out some more papers from under the desk. Time to work on
(it would be so much easier)
some history of magic. The great goblin king G'tach, axed in the back during the great wars, was said to have returned in spectral form during the late 14th century, bringing a prophecy of death to all men. Of course this never happened, although some dedicated historians believe that several men were injured on a skiing accident near G'tach's grave.
Harry looked up. The window.
(it would be so much easier)
NO
Harry stood up, and sighed. He walked over to the window, and sat carefully on the sill. Looking down into the abyss outside, Harry thought: is it really worth it? Ugh. He needed some sleep. He grabbed his books and headed up the stairs to bed.
Harry was running down a dark corridor.
(it's so hard)
The shadows… they followed him.
(no way to get out)
Harry looked to his to his left. The window, blurry and beckoning, stood there like an iron gate, just waiting to be opened. But it's not right.
(the window)
NO
(come)
NO!
(have you been sleepwalking again?)
Harry's eyes snapped open with a jolt. Cold sweat ran down his back. Wha… what?
"I said, have you been sleepwalking again?"
Harry was in the middle of the common room. Hermione was standing there in her pajamas, looking at him with worried eyes. He must've been.
"Uh... yeah."
Harry looked at Hermione.
(you sick monster)
"H-Harry? What are you doing"
(the window)
it was there
(come)
"NO!"
The window. Jumping. Crashing.
"HARRY!"
Falling… falling… regret. But it was too late. A smile came upon Harry's lips as he fell on his neck upon the castle grounds. A sharp cracking sound and it was over.
"No… no… no… how could you do this…"