Disclaimer: i do not own nor make any profit form the harry potter characters etc..

Warnings: Sucide, sensitive issues.

The Boy-Who-Lived-No-More

He couldn't take it any more. Images raced through his head, screams ripping from his lungs. Too much, all too much.

His mothers pleading "Not Harry, please not Harry" The flash of deadly green light. Dead.

Dudley and his gang chasing him through the park. Scrambling up a tree. Their laughter as they pulled him roughly back down by his painfully twisted ankle. Their beatings. Punch after punch, kick after kick.

Uncle Vernons red and dripping face screaming and shouting abuse. Vermin, Good for nothing, Waste of space, lousy, usless, pathetic, FREAK. The crack of the belt lashing his bleeding back. The harsh boot in the ribs.

Aunt Petunias cold resentful stare. The hours and hours of torturous chores. Sleepless nights on a dirty matress with only a rag to keep him warm at night. No love, just hate.

Quirrel and The Philosophers Stone. Seeing Voldemort for the first time. His scar burning. Such hate, anger.

Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. Ginnys hurt vulnerable form. The Basalisk. The poison seeping into his blood. Helpless, hurt, scared.

Watching Wormtail get away. No hope, back to the Dursleys now for sure.

The end of the third task. The portkey, kill the spare. Cedricks lifless body, blaming, his fault. Seeing Voldemort rise again. The pain, horror.

The Departement of Mysterys. Sirius's arched form falling, falling behind the veil. Her laughter. His fault. Gone, dead, Alone.

Malfoy leading them inside, Dumbledores pleading. Broken. Snapes betrayal. Avada Kedevra. No, no, no more, his fault, his, his fault!

It had to stop. The pain, the killing. His fault. It was all his fault. Who next? Ron? Hermione? Hagrid? No, no more. His fault. He had to stop it. Had to take control.

The glint of the metal. Cool, shiny silver sliding through his skin. The hiss of pain. Blood oozing, tears falling. No more, his fault. Dizzy, dishorientated, his fault, his fault. More blood, everywhere, glistening, mocking. His fault. Eyes closing, darkness, blood, pain, hurt, anger, dispare. The boy who lived no more.

This is my first completed HP fic. Reviews are more than welcome.