No magic AU
**Possible Trigger Warning**
Harry ran through the halls, tears streaming down his face, oblivious to everything and everyone around him. Oblivious to the stares. Oblivious to the whispers. Oblivious to the boy who sees him. Oblivious to the fact that that boy is running after him now. Oblivious to the fact that that boy wants to help. Oblivious to the fact that he is loved.
The only thing that matters is getting to the piano. The only thing that matters is the song he has yet to sing. The only thing that matters is sending that song up to heaven.
But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's go back a little, shall we?
Harry Potter. The Boy Who Was Spared. The orphan. The victim. The freak. The unloved.
You see, Harry's parents were brutally murdered when he was just a baby. But for some strange reason, the murderer refused to kill Harry. Some people suspect that it was a man with a set of morals, twisted, but morals nonetheless. Some suspect that he heard someone coming and left before he could be found out. Others think that he just wanted Harry to live without a mum and dad. Whatever the reason, Harry was spared.
Now, by law, Harry went to next of kin. His aunt and uncle. Horrid people, the Dursleys. Very traditional in their ways, and Harry is what is sometimes referred to as a half blood. Meaning that while his mother and her family were all from the U.K., his father's family were from a different country. For this, they resented Harry. Basically used him as a slave. He's lucky they let him go to school. Starve him half to death. Beat him for every little mistake, and mistakes that were not his own. Due to malnutrition, his growth was stunted.
At school he was, and is, tormented relentlessly by a select group of other students. Unfortunately, sooner rather than later, Harry started to believe their taunts. He started to believe that he was worthless.
Needless to say, Harry soon fell victim to a horrid mental illness that has caused thousands, if not millions, to suffer for a long time before their eventual death. This illness is called depression. He soon let the suicidal thoughts take over, and he attempted to take his own life.
A funny phrase really, taking your own life. Who are you taking it from? You aren't going to miss it. No, suicide isn't a you thing. It's a those around you thing.
Luckily, a kindhearted stranger was walking by when Harry took the fall. The fall off of the tallest building in town. Fortunately, Harry landed with all of his weight spread equally. Meaning the blow was not focused on any one part of the body. They were able to save him. He was put in therapy by the school. The nurse is paying for anti-depressants. They do all this for they know Harry's so called family will not.
One of his closest friends, Daniel, is going through a similar situation. They made a pact. If either were to ever have even the slightest of thoughts of the rooftop, or the blade in Daniel's case, they were to call the other and they would stay on the phone for as long as necessary. In order to keep each other safe.
Fast forward to the day before present time, Daniel had just broken the pact. His parents found him covered in deep self-inflicted gashes and he was quickly bleeding out. They got him to the hospital and he sent for Harry, they called him informing him that Daniel wouldn't make it twenty-four hours. When Harry came he sat beside Daniel. Daniel looked up at him and apologized for not being stronger and begged Harry to forgive him.
Harry's exact words at that point were, "You've done nothing wrong. So there is nothing to forgive."
He left the hospital with a heavy heart. The next day, present day, Harry was called to the counselor's office and informed that the doctors had done everything they could, but he didn't make it.
