Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling; therefore none of it is mine.

Hmm, thanks for waiting so long for this, but you'll have to wait for another second for the exciting:

WARNING!!! This chapter includes "cutting". If this disturbs you, please don't read it and then yell at me. I'm warning you now, so that you know!

Anyways, without futher ado, on with the story. Enjoy. P.S. This chapter does not begin where the last one left off. It starts later that day. Sorry for any confusion.

Quick explanation: the thoughts are shown in italic and switch from Harry to 'Voldemort'... Take notice of the quotations around Voldemort's thoughts. The thoughts are all in Harry's head. Anything not in italic is spoken dialogue.

"Mr. Potter?"

"Prof. Snape, what is it?"

"I just thought I should let you know that I am leaving."

"Leaving?"

"Yes, the Dark Lord is calling and I must report to him."

"No, you mustn't!" Wait, why not? I know there is a reason. Wait, was it a dream? But what would a dream have to do with Snape?

"What do you mean, 'I mustn't'? I don't exactly have a choice, Potter, I have to go."

"No, it's not safe."

"Is that what you're worried about? I know it's not safe! I've been a spy for longer then you've been alive. I know the risks."

'"No, I mean, he knows!" Knows what? Does he really? Yes, but how do I know that?

"He knows what?"

"He knows you're a spy. There's no meeting, he's only calling you."

"Do you have proof of that?"

"No…" How do I stop him from going? If only I could see Voldemort through my sc- "My scar! It doesn't hurt. It always hurts when he calls a full meeting. If I can't feel it, then he's not calling with someone. Therefore, he's calling directly to you."

"That doesn't mean he knows I am a spy."

"It doesn't mean he doesn't!"

"Harry! I have to go."

"I'm sorry professor. Stupefy!"

'Well done Harry, well done. But he was supposed to come to me so I could kill him.'

I won't let you! Now get out of my head!

"Harry can you come down here?"

"Give me a sec."

'Ah, so you're living with the mutt now!'

"Yes, Sirius?"

"Where's Snape?"

'The traitor is where he belongs. On the floor with the dogs… oops, I guess he's not if the dog's down here!'

"He's upstairs on the floor."

"On the floor?"

"Well, he was trying to answer Voldemort's-" 'Lord' "-summons, but Voldemort-" 'Lord!' "-knows he's a spy. He would've been killed, so I stupefied him."

"Ahh, I see. Well, I guess we can't just leave him there, although that would be preferable. I'll floo Dumbledore."

'What is he flooing that old man for? He's nothing but a fool.'

Shut up, you stupid Snake! You have no right to criticize Dumbledore. He's a better man then you'll ever be.

"Good evening gentlemen, how may I help you tonight?"

"Well, sir, you see, Snape is upstairs, stupefied. He tried going to Voldemort-" 'I told you, it's LORD Voldemort to you!' "Shut up!"

"I'm sorry, my boy?"

"Oh, um, I…sorry. Anyways, he tried to see …You-Know-Who… when he summoned him, but he knows Snape is a traitor and he was planning on killing Severus, so I couldn't let him go!"

'Severus? Since when have you called him Severus?'

"I'll talk to him for you, Harry. But, first, you're sure Tom knows?"

'How dare he! He has no right to use my given name! And anyways, how could I not know. I am no fool.'

Harry rubbed at his temples. "I'm sure. I'm just going to go upstairs into the spare room while you talk to Snape. Just leave me for the night."

Harry retreated upstairs and after shutting the door behind him, he silenced and locked it.

'Potter! Potter, what are we doing in here? How can I get information if we're secluded in here? If you don't take me back downstairs, I'll have to give you some encouragement. How does a dead werewolf sound or some dead weasels? How about I visit the mudblood girl, Granger?'

Please, no!

'It would be your fault, you know. Just like your parents' deaths are your fault. And Diggory's. Kill the spare. Everyone but you is a spare, Harry. You deserved what your Uncle did to you. You're a murderer, a waste of blood: a burden. Why don't you give that blood back? You don't deserve it! You see that mirror over there? Break it! Break it, like your Uncle broke you. Break it like you're broken.'

Harry knew it was true. Everything he said was true. He was broken. He was at fault for his parents, for Cedric. It was his entire fault. He was a murderer. He deserved to be punished by his uncle. He was worthless and a burden. His blood was wasted on him, but what good is a broken mirror?

'You know what I say is true! Look in that mirror, boy. Do you see your reflection? It looks unblemished, but it's not: you're broken, Harry. You know it. The mirror needs to show that. Fix it, Harry. Break it.'

Harry got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. He could see himself in the mirror, but it didn't look like him. That Harry was whole. He struck suddenly, pushing his fist into the glass, admiring the crack that splayed across and crumbled apart, littering his feet and the floor with brilliant shards. He picked up a large sharp piece, twirling it, watching the light reflect on its surface. He was glad for the silencing charm. Anyone who heard the mirror break would ruin this peaceful moment.

'Your body still looks unbroken, Harry. You blood is still being wasted. Look at your wrists boy. Do you see the blood coursing through your veins? Do you see that life pumping? Can you hear it, smell it? It's being wasted, Harry. You have bled so little for the lives you have taken. Does Diggory deserve that? Do your parents? Spill your blood, Harry, for those you have wronged! You do not want to be a burden on those still here. Solve the problem, Harry. Take yourself out of the equation. Spill it! Bleed!'

Harry ran the shard across his wrist lightly, not enough for the blood to spill. Pressing harder, Harry ran the shard back across his wrist. He gasped at the release knowing he was making the right choice. Everything would be better without him. He ran the shard across his other wrist and then multiple times up his arm. As he slipped into the encroaching darkness, one last thought filtered across his mind.

The Dursleys will be happy.

AN: Yay, everyone cheer for the exciting cliffie!! Sorry about the long wait. After finishing the yearbook (which I did practically all by myself [I don't know where my team went and handing it in 2 months late), I got stuck writing essays, doing speeches, working and preping for uni. Actually, I'm kinda supposed to be writing an essay right now, so if anyone asks this is a history paper ;p. Anyways, the next chapter should be short, unless I combine it, in preparation for the DMHP slash, which should start in two or three chapters. Don't let that deter you from writing a review now and another one in a couple of days! On that note,

I want to thank all my reviewers and loyal readers, who are mad at me for taking so long, for resisting the temptation of throwing rotten tomatoes at me :) I love you guys and I love your reviews!