Deadharry Stories

After the war Draco is regretting it all. There is one image that haunts his brain. Harry Potter dying in front of his eyes. Voldemorts outstretched arm, the words of the deadly spell on his lips. Draco regrets not saving him. Not helping in some way. Its all his fault. If only he could redo that day.

There was a potions accident. The children weren't paying attention and put the wrong ingredient in. Since he jumped between the potion and child, Hadrian Malfoy-Riddle is dead. Draco was heartbroken because he lost his brother. But the Dark Lord was worse. The explosion killed his mate, who was working as the potions professor and Headmaster of Hogwarts after they killed Dumbleduck. This is just a short story.

"To Whom It May Concern, if you are seeing this letter, you should already know I am gone. Accordingly, I should be the one to apologize. Apologize to the one who had found this letter for having to learn of this without any pre-warning.-" ***WARNINGS*** Mentions of child abuse Mentions of child neglect Mentions of emotional neglect Mentions of physical neglect Mentions of childhood SA(sexual Adult / r*pe) ***WARNINGS*** This isn't a story but rather a letter from Harry after he has died. There is (obviously) angst dealing with pretty heavy topics, so if any of the warnings above or triggering to you, I would suggest not reading this. Please put your mental well-being first. This story is an AU, meaning that it is set in an Alternate Universe. Dumbledore bashing(meaning that Dumbledore had made worse mistakes/had done worse things to Harry and is thus painted in a bad light), Abusive Dursleys, mentions of Wolfstar(Remus x Sirius), OOC(Out Of Character) Harry, And hints that the prophecy is fake and that Voldemort wasn't always entirely bad If you don't like any of this then you are welcome to leave at any time.

Harry and Ginny had children and then A nightmare happened. Harry was Gone. Dead, because of a Heart attack, thinking about the War

The truth was Harry did want to kill himself that night. Losing the love of his life had truly taken its toll on the young boy, and fighting was at no avail.. The still water’s hue was crimson; blood smeared across the bathroom tiles, imprints of Louis’ frantic hands hastening to Harry’s side. Water pooled over the sides of the porcelain, flooding the tiles and soaking Louis as he heaved the younger boy from certain death. Harry’s wrists were bleeding. Blood mixing with warm water, dripping down his pale skin. “Dammit, Harry.” His hands shook viciously as he ripped the fabric from his denim shirt, wrapping Harry’s bleeding wrists. He glanced over, watching Harry’s eyes slowly begin to roll back and close. “Don’t you dare, Harry. If you die- Christ!” Louis choked, tying the last knot to the denim adhesive. He wanted to go get help. He wanted to pound on Harry’s chest and yell at him for doing this, but it was no use. He wasn't breathing.

Harry Potter, Husband Of Hermione Potter. And Son of Lily and James Potter, Had Died Unexpectedly by Some Auror