Title: Solitude
Author: ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: The plot may be mine. Nothing else. The song isn't mine, neither is Harry Potter.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Possible slash, depression, suicidal urges.
Summary: Harry is suicidal.
Author Notes: Yeah, Harry is a little out of character, he's depressed, give him a little room.
Author Notes 2: Dreadful sorry about the spelling mistake, feel free to point out anymore.
reynolds - Thanks heaps, don't worry, normally I'm not such a horrible speller.
Chapter 1
"The scars! The Dursleys! The sadness! It all adds up!" Ron sounded exasperated but Hermione wasn't showing any realization.
"But he never said anything..." Hermione, trailed off, confused and unsure.
"He didn't have to!" He insisted.
"I suppose we could ask." Hermione said quietly.
"I thought you were smart, it's obvious."
"Harry is Harry."
"Are you trying to say that he's always happy just because he's the boy-who-lived?" Ron sounded incredulous.
"No! But that's what you thought last year didn't you?"
"No, well, yes, maybe. But that was just because I was jealous. He is, I'll show you."
"Harry is not suicidal!" Hermione yelled.
Ron shushed her. "Shhh, you don't want everyone to know, do you?" He whispered angrily.
"But he's not!"
"Is."
"Fine, we'll ask."
"Oh yeah, we're just going to go and ask him: Harry we just wanted to know if you want to kill yourself? And he's just going to answer: Oh yes, and?"
Hermione just stared at him for a while. "Yes!"
"You're mad!"
"Come on!" She dragged him out the portrait hole.
****
In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die
Harry was sitting, eyes on the ground, a long way away. It was a dreadful long way. It would hurt a lot should he hit it. Enough to kill him? Surely. Hopefully. He thought about jumping for a while. Would there be safety spells on the windows? Well he was standing on the sil of one now and nothing had happened as of yet. Maybe if he jumped he would just fall. And it would end. Maybe not. The problems were astronomical. Astronomical. Astronomy tower. He giggled. Yeah, it would hurt. So what? It can't hurt when you're dead. The memories, the lonliness. Everything.
Sirius might be mad at him. He always was. He wanted him to be his father. James Potter. He didn't know his father, how could he be him? But he wanted to make Sirius happy and if acting like James might than he'd do it. Sirius yelled at him when he was reckless. From what he'd heard of James, he was reckless. So why did he yell at him? Why was he always mad? Why?
Ron was jealous. He thought Harry didn't deserve any of the fame. What did he do to deserve it anyway? Nothing. Get people killed. Cedric. He may as well have killed the other boy himself. With his own bare hands. Hand him over to dear Voldie on a silver platter. Blood tainted hands.
Hermione might miss him. Then again, she had her books. The world was her library. Shame about the tears. What would the wizarding world think? Probably mourn their boy-who-lived. He'd always hated titles. That was his title. A title to live up to. Too bad if he died living.
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
Nobody could be so sad
With gloom ev'rywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
And a little bit of himself was dying everyday. Nothing seemed to be worth it anymore. No one to turn to. To talk to. Remus had been interesting and great to talk to, but he'd left. Harry reminded himself to owl the man sometime. If he had the time. He made time. He ended time. If only he could decide.
In my solitude
I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love
Author: ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: The plot may be mine. Nothing else. The song isn't mine, neither is Harry Potter.
Rating: PG13
Warning: Possible slash, depression, suicidal urges.
Summary: Harry is suicidal.
Author Notes: Yeah, Harry is a little out of character, he's depressed, give him a little room.
Author Notes 2: Dreadful sorry about the spelling mistake, feel free to point out anymore.
reynolds - Thanks heaps, don't worry, normally I'm not such a horrible speller.
Chapter 1
"The scars! The Dursleys! The sadness! It all adds up!" Ron sounded exasperated but Hermione wasn't showing any realization.
"But he never said anything..." Hermione, trailed off, confused and unsure.
"He didn't have to!" He insisted.
"I suppose we could ask." Hermione said quietly.
"I thought you were smart, it's obvious."
"Harry is Harry."
"Are you trying to say that he's always happy just because he's the boy-who-lived?" Ron sounded incredulous.
"No! But that's what you thought last year didn't you?"
"No, well, yes, maybe. But that was just because I was jealous. He is, I'll show you."
"Harry is not suicidal!" Hermione yelled.
Ron shushed her. "Shhh, you don't want everyone to know, do you?" He whispered angrily.
"But he's not!"
"Is."
"Fine, we'll ask."
"Oh yeah, we're just going to go and ask him: Harry we just wanted to know if you want to kill yourself? And he's just going to answer: Oh yes, and?"
Hermione just stared at him for a while. "Yes!"
"You're mad!"
"Come on!" She dragged him out the portrait hole.
****
In my solitude you haunt me
With reveries of days gone by
In my solitude you taunt me
With memories that never die
Harry was sitting, eyes on the ground, a long way away. It was a dreadful long way. It would hurt a lot should he hit it. Enough to kill him? Surely. Hopefully. He thought about jumping for a while. Would there be safety spells on the windows? Well he was standing on the sil of one now and nothing had happened as of yet. Maybe if he jumped he would just fall. And it would end. Maybe not. The problems were astronomical. Astronomical. Astronomy tower. He giggled. Yeah, it would hurt. So what? It can't hurt when you're dead. The memories, the lonliness. Everything.
Sirius might be mad at him. He always was. He wanted him to be his father. James Potter. He didn't know his father, how could he be him? But he wanted to make Sirius happy and if acting like James might than he'd do it. Sirius yelled at him when he was reckless. From what he'd heard of James, he was reckless. So why did he yell at him? Why was he always mad? Why?
Ron was jealous. He thought Harry didn't deserve any of the fame. What did he do to deserve it anyway? Nothing. Get people killed. Cedric. He may as well have killed the other boy himself. With his own bare hands. Hand him over to dear Voldie on a silver platter. Blood tainted hands.
Hermione might miss him. Then again, she had her books. The world was her library. Shame about the tears. What would the wizarding world think? Probably mourn their boy-who-lived. He'd always hated titles. That was his title. A title to live up to. Too bad if he died living.
I sit in my chair
Filled with despair
Nobody could be so sad
With gloom ev'rywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that I'll soon go mad
And a little bit of himself was dying everyday. Nothing seemed to be worth it anymore. No one to turn to. To talk to. Remus had been interesting and great to talk to, but he'd left. Harry reminded himself to owl the man sometime. If he had the time. He made time. He ended time. If only he could decide.
In my solitude
I'm praying
Dear Lord above
Send back my love