Suicide Watch
Author: Siren of Hell
Rating: R at the moment – character death is probable, will be Dark.
Summary: Harry has sunk into a deep depression after Sirius's death. Can Draco pull him back up into the real world again? Especially considering the trials he will face in the holidays before his sixth year alone.
Pairing: H/D – at the moment that's all... possible more in future shrug dunno yet...
Timeline: Set after OotP
Disclaimer: I own nothing, check my wallet if you don't believe me!
Dedication:... I dunno, I suppose my kitty-cat (btw ale, if you didn't get that, that's you!), coz I haven't dedicated anything to you yet... though I was going to dedicate that fic I write on the idea you gave me -bout a rewrite of the forth book-, but I suppose that I can dedicate both to you... anyway my ramble is now over... so yeah... dedicated to Ale!
Prologue
Harry felt the pain recede as he embedded the blade into his wrist. It was finally over, he was done. He didn't have to feel any more, didn't have to feel pain, feel guilt, feel the hopelessness. As the blood trickled from his veins, so did thoughts from his head. Everything fell away and all that was left was absolution. Blackness overcame him and he let go.
Dudley was whining, one of his favourite pass-times. He found that with adequate whining he could get just about anything he wanted. Unfortunately that didn't include food. His mother was sticking to his diet, and unlike previous holiday he was finding it impossible to smuggle in food; his dad had been searching him and his bags every time he entered the house, and he didn't leave it without supervision. The diet was working; he was half the weight he had been the previous summer, but the school nurse thought he could still stand to lose more weight. So he had a lot to whine about, and while his mother loved him, the hours of whining were bound to get on any ones nerves.
"Muh-uuuuuuuuuuuum, I'm hungry. I want dinner, and I want it now!"
"It'll be ready it a minute honey," she said sweetly, "Now be a dear and go and get your father."
Dudley grumbled but moved into the den to collect his father.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOU DRATTED BOY!" came a shrill cry from the kitchen.
Dudley and Vernon both visibly winced at the tone of voice, thankful that it was rarely turned on them. Ten minutes later the three were sitting round the kitchen table, steaming plates (of some health food shrug not my forte), television blaring. Harry had still not appeared.
"Muh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, where is he? I want to eat!" Dudley whined.
"HARRY," Petunia called for the sixth time in the direction of the stairs.
The family sat for another minute in silence waiting.
"I don't see why we can't just eat," Dudley grumbled.
"You know very well why," Vernon hissed, "Who knows what those freaks would do if they found out we weren't feeding him properly."
"Dudley, would you please go up and get him?" Petunia asked her son sweetly.
"Do I have to?" Dudley groaned, but seeing his mother's look he raised himself from his chair and stomped off towards his second bedroom.
As he topped the stairs his thumps as he walked became almost perfectly silent; for some reason he felt it was wrong to make any noise. When he thought about it, the top of the house was deadly silent. Usually there were screeches from Harry's annoying owl, or the faint buzz of a television that he had left on, but now there was absolute silence. He crept, for reasons unknown to him, along the corridor towards the closed door at the end of the hall. The door seemed somehow haunting, towering above him, and Dudley knew that he didn't want the open it. He didn't want to know what lay beyond that door.
He pushed it open cautiously, not prepared for the scene that greeted his wide innocent eyes. His terror filled scream brought the other occupants of the house to his side. Together they viewed the bloody mess that was Harry Potter... former.
To be continued... Please please please! Need feedback!
Spoilers for Chapter 1
Harry's eyes fluttered open, before he winced and closed them again. Pain invaded. His body, his mind, his heart.
He felt broken.
He was broken.
"God you're so boring when you're unconscious!"
The annoying whine broke into the protective bubble of oblivion he had wrapped himself in.
He groaned when he realised just who it was that had spoken...
Author: Siren of Hell
Rating: R at the moment – character death is probable, will be Dark.
Summary: Harry has sunk into a deep depression after Sirius's death. Can Draco pull him back up into the real world again? Especially considering the trials he will face in the holidays before his sixth year alone.
Pairing: H/D – at the moment that's all... possible more in future shrug dunno yet...
Timeline: Set after OotP
Disclaimer: I own nothing, check my wallet if you don't believe me!
Dedication:... I dunno, I suppose my kitty-cat (btw ale, if you didn't get that, that's you!), coz I haven't dedicated anything to you yet... though I was going to dedicate that fic I write on the idea you gave me -bout a rewrite of the forth book-, but I suppose that I can dedicate both to you... anyway my ramble is now over... so yeah... dedicated to Ale!
Prologue
Harry felt the pain recede as he embedded the blade into his wrist. It was finally over, he was done. He didn't have to feel any more, didn't have to feel pain, feel guilt, feel the hopelessness. As the blood trickled from his veins, so did thoughts from his head. Everything fell away and all that was left was absolution. Blackness overcame him and he let go.
Dudley was whining, one of his favourite pass-times. He found that with adequate whining he could get just about anything he wanted. Unfortunately that didn't include food. His mother was sticking to his diet, and unlike previous holiday he was finding it impossible to smuggle in food; his dad had been searching him and his bags every time he entered the house, and he didn't leave it without supervision. The diet was working; he was half the weight he had been the previous summer, but the school nurse thought he could still stand to lose more weight. So he had a lot to whine about, and while his mother loved him, the hours of whining were bound to get on any ones nerves.
"Muh-uuuuuuuuuuuum, I'm hungry. I want dinner, and I want it now!"
"It'll be ready it a minute honey," she said sweetly, "Now be a dear and go and get your father."
Dudley grumbled but moved into the den to collect his father.
"HARRY! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOU DRATTED BOY!" came a shrill cry from the kitchen.
Dudley and Vernon both visibly winced at the tone of voice, thankful that it was rarely turned on them. Ten minutes later the three were sitting round the kitchen table, steaming plates (of some health food shrug not my forte), television blaring. Harry had still not appeared.
"Muh-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, where is he? I want to eat!" Dudley whined.
"HARRY," Petunia called for the sixth time in the direction of the stairs.
The family sat for another minute in silence waiting.
"I don't see why we can't just eat," Dudley grumbled.
"You know very well why," Vernon hissed, "Who knows what those freaks would do if they found out we weren't feeding him properly."
"Dudley, would you please go up and get him?" Petunia asked her son sweetly.
"Do I have to?" Dudley groaned, but seeing his mother's look he raised himself from his chair and stomped off towards his second bedroom.
As he topped the stairs his thumps as he walked became almost perfectly silent; for some reason he felt it was wrong to make any noise. When he thought about it, the top of the house was deadly silent. Usually there were screeches from Harry's annoying owl, or the faint buzz of a television that he had left on, but now there was absolute silence. He crept, for reasons unknown to him, along the corridor towards the closed door at the end of the hall. The door seemed somehow haunting, towering above him, and Dudley knew that he didn't want the open it. He didn't want to know what lay beyond that door.
He pushed it open cautiously, not prepared for the scene that greeted his wide innocent eyes. His terror filled scream brought the other occupants of the house to his side. Together they viewed the bloody mess that was Harry Potter... former.
To be continued... Please please please! Need feedback!
Spoilers for Chapter 1
Harry's eyes fluttered open, before he winced and closed them again. Pain invaded. His body, his mind, his heart.
He felt broken.
He was broken.
"God you're so boring when you're unconscious!"
The annoying whine broke into the protective bubble of oblivion he had wrapped himself in.
He groaned when he realised just who it was that had spoken...