Plagued Dreams
Disclaimer: see all previous chapters.
Nine
"Well that was a fun night," Harry said to himself flopping down onto his poor excuse for a bed. "Hmm wonder if I should have just left like that...oh well to late now." With that he rolled over and went to sleep, and dreamt of his friends being murdered, or rather saw it. He shrugged in his sleep and longed for the day of his own death.
Three months later...
The mug Harry had been holding fell to the floor and smashed upon impact. Harry looked down at his hands they were shaking badly.
"Not again" he muttered, moving over to the bed and lying down. "I'll sleep it off, yeah that will work, sleep good."
Harry fell asleep almost instantly, rolled over so he was facing the wall and smiled.
He never woke up.
Okay incredibly short last chapter but so what? I don't care! Mwahahaha dead dead dead they're all dead!!! Oh yeah its complete now lol.