Discliamer no own
He sat on his bed as the blood poured out.
He knew he was thinking his last thoughts.
The boy who lived was killing himself.
He knew he deserved to die. I mean think of all the people who had died to save him, Cedric, Sirius, and Dumbledore.
Even those who had died because they knew him, Hermione (tortured by Voldie), Ginny (tortured with Hermione and died in her arms), Fred and Gorge, and Tonks.
As a tear fell down his cheek he looks around the room, at the now blood red sheets, at the knife he had used.
He got up and picked it up the room tipping as he moved. Just one more cut on his wrist and then he would swallow those pills and finally sleep.
He cut his wrist and picked up the sleeping pills.
"Good Night cruel world." he said and laughed as he downed the pills.
And the boy who lived, lived no more.
Voldimort creid out in painas he felt the mind link he had with the boy colaspe. Harry Potter was dead.
Now Voldimort knew he was going to die too, for not only could neither live while the other survived, neither could live when the other had died.
Two had died and the world never cried, it never shed a tear.
Sorry this thing just wouldn't leave me alone. I might write a reaction chapter.(as in everyone who knew Harry or an article in the Prophet.)