Suicide notes | A Drarry fanfiction

Shoebox

It's that time again. Time for me to write my sadness down in the form of a suicide note. This time I think I really will do it. I hope so. Not only does nobody believe me about Voldemort being back but Draco Malfoy still hates me. It's a pathetic infatuation with the enemy, but I cannot help it. His blue-grey eyes, his pale skin, his fantastic blond hair, his stubbornness only complements his looks further.

Isn't it pathetic? The first person I write about hates me. You wouldn't understand it. This feeling inside me is like a bad dream that never leaves. A nightmare worse than any I have dreamed and I've dreamed them all. Cedric died and Dudley teased me for my sleep talking about him. I saw the light leaving his eyes, his fear. I see a flash of green light taking the people I love most, my mum, my dad. I see the fear, the fury, the thunder. I dream these things and they bleed into my life.

But for me to kill myself would save so many people from harm. Ron and Hermione would not have to help me fight my battles anymore if I died but my fear is that I shall forever remain the boy who lied about Voldemorts return. But he is back.

To Hermione Granger, I leave to you my books and my poetry book. I leave Ronald Weasley my firebolt, I leave Arthur and Molly Weasley my fortune, I leave Padfoot my Photo album of me and my parents when I was a baby and I leave Draco Malfoy my cloak of invisibility. Don't disgrace my name further with it, Draco. I hope my trust is deserved. 

Goodbye, everyone.

Harry sat for a moment, thinking about what he had written. As always, it was not perfect. He huffed and put it into the shoebox he kept under his bed. He always did this at the last moment. But maybe he should try this time, Harry thought. 

For so long he'd been writing these letters. Since Cedric died it had only gotten worse and now he had twenty. Who would really miss him if he did die? His parents were dead, they weren't here to care. And his aunt, uncle and cousin would be happy to see him six feet under. Not to mention that almost everyone at Hogwarts and almost the entire wizarding community, including the ministry, though he was a liar. Anger, sadness, guilt and regret seeped through Harry. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about all the pain vanishing and that he'd need never feel it again. Everybody would move on without him anyway. 

Would Hermione and Ron be sad? Would Draco even bat an eyelid? Would he laugh at his letter? Would anybody believe him when he was dead? 

He stared at the letter that resided in the box now. Maybe he should let fate decide. He took the Letter back out and lay it on his bed, hiding the box back under his four-poster bed. Ron's snoring filled the dormitory as he reached for the pills he kept under his bed. He took half the pills and lay down, the letter on his chest, falling into an easy sleep as the early sun slowly rose over the castle.

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