Well i hope you all like this, i think i might continue with it, (i have a plot in mind) so if you could R&R and tell me what you think i would be very happy! thanks. enjoy the story :D
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They'd forgotten about him. Everyone he had thought were his friends, the Weasley's, Hermione, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, Hagrid, everyone. Since summer had begun he hadn't gotten a single letter from Ron or Hermione. The bloody order hadn't even sent a single letter seeing how he was doing. so much for checking in on him every three days. Harry rolled over and looked at the clock beside his bed in number four privet drive, it was 12:00am.
Happy bloody Birthday Harry! He silently told himself. since he had not been in contact with any of his 'friends' he had had plenty of time to dwell...
there has to be a logical explanation, after all why would they all of a sudden stop talking to me?
'Maybe they stopped talking to you because your a freak' a voice informed harry.
No, no they wouldn't do that! he argued with himself
'maybe not, but they would stop talking to a murderer'
Harry sighed, it was true. After all if he had just taken the stupid tri-wizard cup instead of insisting on splitting it Cedric would still be alive. If he had just worked harder at occlemencey (sp?) or opened Sirius' gift sooner then Sirius would still be alive. The more Harry dwelled on these things, he felt himself drifting. Drifting further and further into despair. Sinking into a never ending depression. He tried to tell himself that his friends hadn't abandoned him that there was a logical explanation, he tried to tell himself that it wasn't his fault that Sirius and Cedric had died. But he knew better, he knew when he was lying to himself. That was the worst part. He knew he was lying to himself, which meant that Sirius' and Cedric's deaths were his fault. He also knew that before this was over he would be responsible for many more deaths. Many more...
Harry got up and crossed the room to his closet. He dug around until he found what he was looking for.
'Yes, finally.'
Harry had decided what he would do. by doing this he would be rid of his guilt. He would never have to go back and see those who had abandoned him. The people he thought had cared for him. Harry laughed softly to himself.
'care for me? No, of course they don't. The Dursley's have always said as much. And more. But did I ever listen? No. No I had my Friends. so much for that. I haven't gotten a single owl from any of them. Not even the bloody order, so much for hearing from me every three days.'
That was not the only reason of course. There were plenty of reasons. To many reasons. But what could he expect? It would be to simple if there weren't all these reasons. Life would have been easy. But if there was one thing harry knew it was that nothing in his life would be -or ever was- easy. He had learned that the hard way years ago, many years ago. Reasons. Reasons. Reasons. And nobody would ever know any of them. Besides even if they knew the reasons it's not like they would care or understand. After all it had not happened to them. They could never understand. They would never understand. But what hurt the most was the fact that they wouldn't even care. Reasons. After it had happened there had always been so many of them. Reasons. Ever since that fateful day. Reasons, Reasons, Reasons...
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well sorry its short but it is3:30am and i haven't slept at all. please review it would make me so happy if you did! why it would make me so happy that i might even give you candy! you would like that wouldn't you?