AND I BRING TO YOU… CHAPTER 6! the voters have spoken, the votes have been counted, and the results… won't be found here. You'll have to read to chapter(every one gasps and/or faints at the mere mention of actually reading my horrid writing). crickets chirp oh… looks around at empty ficy shit, you all left, didn't you? oh well, I'm enjoying writing this.

By the way… I KNOW YOU PEOPLE ARE READING THIS! WE HAVE COUNTERS!

Not So Perfect

Chapter 5

He hurt so much… shouldn't the pain have lessened by now? It must have been around midnight, or so, and very dark in the basement. Harry heard the TV from the upstairs, and was pretty sure it was 'The Brady Bunch' or something.

Harry would have snorted in disgust, if not for the fact that he was fairly certain that it would hurt like hell. Then again, it hurt to breath,so he was pretty sure that snorting in disgust would have hurt, too.

What the bloody hell is with the damn knife? Harry thought, looking at the shiny blade in Distaste. Did uncle leave it here to taunt me, or did the arse just forget about it?

Harry was startled out of his thoughts by a loud, rather slurred, yelling of, "BOY!" From upstairs. Certainly that was the kindest thing he'd been called all summer.

Harry tried to get up; to go up stair and get less of a beating, but now Harry knew why his left leg had been numb. His left leg was broken. Harry bit his lip to try and prevent a scream of pain, he bit so hard he drew blood, but in the end a scream ripped it's self from Harry's dry throat.

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Harry moaned in pain. It was night again on number 4 Privet Drive(you know, Privet Drive, the perfectly normal street with several garden gnomes and a pink flamingo? Yeah, there.), but unlike last time, the stars where not out, and the moon was not shining.

That had to be the worst yet, Harry thought bitterly, It's probably because he is-- Harry checked his watch that was glowing a soft green in the dark. '23:35' was displayed on the watch's face, scratch that, was, it's been several hours-- drunk. Not that he hasn't been before.

To say that Harry didn't feel… er… spiffy would have been an understatement. A very, very big understatement. Yet, despite the pain of several broken ribs(if they hadn't been broken before, guess what? They were now), a bleeding-but-infected gash on his right leg(it had been re-opened in his last beating), a broken left-leg, not to mention the other minor injures(small cuts, bruises, etc.), Harry found his thoughts drifting to his friends at Hogwarts, and those out side it.

I hope Sirius is okay with Buckbeack. And what about the Weasleys and Hermione? Have Fred and Gorge started their business yet? Have they gone to Diagon Alley yet? Why haven't I heard from anyone? I horrible thought stuck Harry, What if they don't care? I bet they don't want to be my friends anymore after what happened with the third task.

Suddenly, all off his thoughts stopped, or most of them, anyway. I light-headed feeling had come over him, and all of a sudden, all those questions seemed… trivial. Or stupid. Perhaps a cross of the two?

Blood loss Harry realized, I'm suffering from blood loss. And most likely shock, too. But for some reason, Harry didn't care. Harry, who was suffering from broken bones, and infected gash(It really wasn't a clean enough cut to be called a cut. To big, too), and a battered body, just didn't care. In a way, it was relieving.

It's my birthday, isn't it? That was his last thought before he gave up. Before Harry James Potter gave up. He gave up fighting for his life.

The-Boy-Who-Lived died that night, at midnight, at exactly 15 years of age, down to the minute.

Angel-of-shadows123-san: Thank you! A, huh? I think that's sort of what happened. sorry, I didn't get to Dubly-dore's reaction in this chapter. I may even stop here, I think.

charl1e-san: sorry, but B didn't win… I desided I didn't think I could pull off a suiside fic. thank you for your encouragement!

samuraiduck27: thank you! this could be the last one, or I could write one more. I'm beginning to feel the barest hint of a sequel, but it isn't very strong, so it may not happen… revolting muses aren't good muses; they're bloody horrid ones! See? I was good! I updated!

otakuintraining-san: I'll try to read it, but I don't have any money, so I'll have to ask around, go to my school and public library, and such. or read it in the store! ;) I erad the next chapter, and reviewed, and now you'd better update soon, because I did!

sakura13-san: heh heh, good idea… hmm… the posibilitys… sorry, I didn't do that, it is a great idea, though, and I may use it…

It'sFate-san: oh YEAH? HOW ARE YOU GOING TO STOP ME? HUH? HUH? HU—oh, sorry. --U I'm just brain-dead, you've already addmited that you can't stop me. oh, and he's had a long, drawn-out pre-death!

Susie-san: I'm glad you think it's interesting!  I do intend to do the aftermath partly from Dumbly-dore's POV, but I do have really interesting idea for part of the aftermath-thing-a-ma-bob. yes, I do! only that was a lie. so I don't, but I don't consider them readers unless they've reviewed, at which point those notes don't apply to them, now do they? I know they have other lives, and I am happy that they take there time to look at this, but if they don't review, then I don't know they've taken the time to read it or not, and if I didn't know they were reading it, I wouldn't care. but anybob, thank you!

A cookie too samuraiduck27 for being my 11th reviewer(11 is a palindrome, and is there-for superior to all other numbers, excluding other palis)!

Thank you to all of you who have reviewed and will, however, I think this will be the last chapter, unless you peoples can't live without another. then I'll do a ending chapter! I may do a sequel, but probably not.

Thanks and goodbye.

Tearful Joy