The Boy Who Wanted to Live

Harry

"Harry?" Harry stuck his head further into his legs and cried harder, waving one hand towards the door; instantly locking it. "Harry are you okay?" 

"Go away!" he yelled, flopping onto his side and crying harder, pulling his pillow into his stomach. 

"Harry please open the door," Hannah yelled, slamming her fist on the wood. 

Footsteps came from outside the door and Professor Sprout's voice also came through. 

"What's going on? Harry dear? Are you alright?" 

"Go away!" Harry screamed, his throat ripping with pain.

Things around Harry began shaking as Harry sobbed harder. The knocks and shouts for him to open the door became louder, filling his ears like knives. His throat closed up and he began to scream in despair, his agony-filled screams drilling into the other students' ears and haunting them. He looked at his hands through blurry tears as his veins began to glow bright gold. Objects around the child began tearing themselves to shreds, making him cry harder. His skin began to darken to a black and Harry screamed more, terrified of what was happening to himself. 

"Harry open the door!" Professor Sprout yelled, the doorknob violently shaking in her grip. 

Harry felt his brain try to split in two and grabbed at his hair in pain, a photo of two lovers fluttering to the ground. Green words fluttered through the air around him and Harry shut his eyes afraid of reading them again and again. Laughter filled the air around him and Harry fell to his knees at the side of the bed. Dressers began smashing against walls, sending splinters of wood towards Harry. He covered his ears and more violent screams tore from his throat.

"HARRY? HARRY OPEN THE DOOR!" Professor Sprout began to panic and violently kicked at the door, attempting every spell she knew to get it open. 

Alas, the door was stuck as if it were merely decoration, but Harry's painful screaming still managed to reach the crowd of terrified students from outside the room, every child begging their teacher to open the door. To save Harry Potter. Suddenly the screaming stopped and the door slowly slid open. Professor Sprout cautiously entered the room, scanning for danger but saw no damage: only a very pale Harry Potter unconscious on the floor. His arm was stretched out away from him and clutched in his hand was a photo of Lilly and James Potter. Underneath the photograph of the smiling couple, in emerald green ink were the words:

You're next.  -L.V.