Seventh born

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Harry's POV (third person)
He knew no one would understand what he was going through. Not even his own doctor could help him. He looked at him self and he was fat, he looked in mirrors and he was fat. Everything would make him feel fat even the people around him. He couldn't be bothered with even getting up anymore. He stayed in his bed everyday knowing that day could be the one. The other day could be the one. He was is such pain but he couldn't let that show. He didn't like anyone looking at him. Ever. He would sit there still. Not moving at times. He had no energy to do anything. All he could do was sleep. But that one day he knew he was finished when he could no longer feel pain. He closed his eyes the last time on this earth and slowly drifted away from the bright light.

HARRY WAS DEAD

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