Our Very Own Depressed Celebrity

Chapter One

After all of these years, Harry Potter was anything but a stranger to the Astronomy tower. Numerous times he had walked those same cobblestone stairs just to sit on the same rough window seal. The tower was his escape, his one true safe haven, but the comfort that had once been instilled in the tower was now gone.

As the tears ran down the face of The Boy Who Lived comfort was the last thing he was feeling. It had been years since the dam holding back his sorrows had broken, but now they were swinging back with all of the power that had been held within throughout the years and Harry was feeling every tear. He thought he could handle it. He did have it have it under control! But all of that was throw out of the window as the nightmare hit. Harry could handle nightmares as they were nothing new to the raven haired boy, but the worst thing was that the dream consisted of those who he loved and those who made his blood run cold.

It started out as a pleasant dream of himself looking into the mirror and seeing his parents. They were gushing about how much they loved him when all of a sudden their faces began to grow cold and harsh as they let out laughs that could only rival those of Lord Voldemort himself. The dream was no longer happy as accusations were being throw at him.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT BOY!" His deceased father said.

"DO YOU ENJOY THIS? I BET YOU'RE FUCKING HAPPY THAT BASTARD KILLED US. I CANNOT BELIEVE WE RISKED OUR LIVES FOR YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARD." Harry could not believe the look on his Mother's face as she yelled at him. The face was lacking the tenderness and joy that had once been present. But before he could dwell too much the mirror was gone and he was suddenly in the Ministry of Magic. The scene before him was one he knew well. He watched powerless as his dead Godfather looked at him as he disappeared.

"YOU'RE KILLING ME JUST LIKE YOU KILLED THEM. I WISH HE WOULD HAVE JUST KILLED YOU THAT DAMN HALLOWEEN NIGHT!" Was the last thing Harry heard as he Godfather was whisked away into the dark abyss.

Once again the scene changed to the dark dungeons of the magical castle. Not just any dungeons but the quarters of Severus Snape. Like they had done many nights before, the potions master was attempting to teach Harry occlumency. The session, as others, consisted of Harry be forced to the ground by the exhaustion of his mind being ravaged.

"Potter, Do you enjoy wasting my time?" The Professor hissed as he moved closer to the raven haired boy. Harry stayed silent, not possessing the energy to retaliate.

"You are utterly pathetic, even more so than your filthy father. How you are the Bloody Chosen One is beyond me. You're going to kill the rest of us just like you killed the others. Lily was so beautiful and kind. Look at her now. Need I remind you of the fact that she is laying six-foot deep because of you Potter. She died for some lousy kid that isn't even worthy of the fucking clothing on his back. Had you been in my house Potter do not think I wouldn't cast the cruciatus on you every second I got the chance. Perhaps Dumbledore would forgive me for cursing his golden boy this once. No time like the present, right Potter?" Harry didn't have the time to respond as he was once again forced to the ground, but this time it was by excruciating pain pulsating throughout every inch of his body.

He shivered as he tried to forget the nightmare as he continued to stare at the lake in front of him. The tears had stopped a few moments ago. But their tracks were still very evident on his pale face. The violent shaking had dulled down to a pitiful shiver. Harry knew it must be freezing but he could not bring himself to care. He was numb. His life had be on a downward spiral for a while but the nightmare had just been the fucking cherry on top. Harry wanted nothing more than to feel nothing. He looked out the window as he realized how high up he actually was. All he could thing about how nice it would feel to fly through the air. He loved to fly more than anything so if he was going to end it what would be more suited than jumping.

Harry found himself now sitting on the window seal as his legs dangled over the edge. It's not like this was the first time suicide had crossed Harry's mind. He had actually contemplated it for a while now. But this time it felt different. He suddenly felt very at peace with his current situation. The anxiety that had once racked his nerves the previous times he had sat in this exact position was now absent. Harry craved this peace, as it had been lost for far too long. He wanted to feel like this all the time. It's not like anyone would miss him. He caused more trouble than he helped. Everyone deserved a better savior than him. He was a worthless freak and nothing more. Harry wasn't sure when he started crying again but the tears falling onto his shaking hands were doing nothing but reminding him of how weak he was.

Harry was completely oblivious to the tall man dressed in a dark cloak behind him until arms were wrapped around him and jerking him away from the window seal onto the cold, hard floor of the Astronomy tower. Despite the yelling coming from above him Harry was still in his own little messed up world. The images of the nightmares he had been trying to forget over the years suddenly came back drowning him like a tsunami. He was gasping for air and sobbing as the hurtful words of his parents and those he had killed racked his brain.

To say Severus was shocked was an understatement. Before him laid the infamous Boy Who Lived, sobbing his heart out as he wrapped his arms around his frail body. When he made his way up to the tower the last thing he expected to see was the Potter boy about to commit suicide. Severus shocked himself by reaching down and wrapping his own arms around the shaking boy. To Harry's surprise and his own the boy latched onto him as he continued letting out heart wrenching cries. Severus sat shushing the boy as he ran a hand through the unruly black hair and gently rocked him. They sat like this until the sobs died down to pitiful whimpers. Severus spared a glance down at the boy but immediately regretted it as he saw the haunting look on his face, a look that he had only remembered seeing on his own face that Halloween night.

"Harry, what has hurt you so bad?" He spoke as he brought the boy back into his chest and held him tighter.