Title: Drowning Inside

Author: Halatia Potter

Summary: Harry has been betrayed. Can he survive himself?

Rating: PG-13 for suicidal thoughts and character death

Warnings: Character death, major angst.

Date: 9-10-05

Disclaimer: Do you really think that if I owned them that I'd be sitting at a computer writing this completely angsty song-fic? I'm a jobless 20-year-old! Come on people! 'Nuff said!

Quote of the Day: "Pits. You can make them or fall into them. Some people are stupid enough to do both." --Moon-Shadow

A/N: Well, this is my first song-fic, so if it totally crashes and burns, tell me, and I'll never attempt to write this kind of fic ever again. This fic WILL be total angst, so if you don't like reading about depression and suicide, don't read this fic. You have been warned. The song for this chapter is none other than Evanescence's "Going Under." Also, I might do another chapter or more, and I might not. It all depends on the reviews. So, without further ado, the fic.

Drowning Inside

Now I will tell you want I've done for you.

Fifty-thousand tears I've cried.

One Harry Potter sang the familiar muggle song as the Aurors dragged him off to Azkaban for killing Tom Riddle. What most people didn't know was that Tom Riddle was Lord Voldemort. Even Dumbledore's word hadn't swayed the Ministry's decision in the matter. After all Harry had done to protect and finally save the wizarding world, they were throwing him away for doing just that. He had lost friends and family during the long war, and no one had consoled him. They were merely getting rid of him; getting rid of that which reminded them of the Dark Lord's reign.

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you.

And you still won't hear me.

As his mother's voice started screaming in his head, he tried once again to explain his innocence. He had joined Voldemort, sure, but for everyone's own good. The entire time he was in the Dark Lord's fold, he had been cutting. Only Professor Snape's support kept him from cutting too deep and leaving forever, forsaking the world that was doing the same to him. Still, after he had silled his heart, he was dragged to his cell in Azkaban.

Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself.

Maybe I'll wake up for once.

Not tormented daily; defeated by you.

Just when I thought I'd reach the bottom.

I'm dying again.

A week after his first day in Azkaban, Professor Albus Dumbledore came into a blurry focus for Harry.

"We'll get you out of here, Harry," the old man told him. "I promise."

Harry struggled to get the words he wanted said out. "Don't," he croaked at last. "Tell Draco…tell him I'm sorry." Dumbledore left without another glance back, shaking his head in defeat.

I'm going under;

Drowning in you.

I'm falling forever.

I've got to break through.

I'm going under.

Days later found Harry frantically punching and digging at the walls of his cell. Suddenly, he stopped, picking up a sharp piece of concrete that had finally broken off. It was time to break through his mother's voice to the pain he wanted to feel. He dragged the jagged stone hard across his left wrist, and then his right, relishing in his reprieve. As his blood flow slowed and then stopped, his last thoughts were very happy: he was free.

I'm going under;

Drowning in you.

I'm falling forever.

I've got to break through.

I'm going under.

The end.

A/N: Well, there it is. Hey! Stop throwing-Ack! Okay, okay! I get it! It sucked! ducks flying cabbage Flame me then! Please don't pelt me with vegetables! sees crowd leaving Don't go! Review! I promise my other stories are better. For instance, no one dies in the story I'm currently writing. I'm not sure what I'll call it yet, though, so don't ask. Review and tell me what you thought. (Honesty is rewarded and flames get posted on my bulletin board at work.)