The End? Or Maybe a New Beginning?
He was so tired, of fighting, of life, of everything. He whispered the password to the prefects' bathroom and entered it with heavy steps.
He had already planned everything, and now he only had his wand, the invisibility cloak under which he came here in the middle of the night and some knife that Sirius had given him when he was still alive. He also had a letter with him, of course he left a separate ones for everyone but the one he had with him was really sincere, he doubted anyone would ever read it so he wrote there everything he thought, everything he felt and everything he wanted to forget, he was sure that the letter would dissolve in water so he could write everything there, and he could be honest with himself. He looked again at the knife in his hand.
Sirius. Harry thought. It's your fault, he's dead because of you.
And with that thought Harry put the cloak in his pocket and entered the water, it was warm, maybe if the circumstances were different it would even be nice. He didn't know why he chose that way, maybe because he knew that this way there would be less chance of someone stopping him, or maybe he just wanted to feel the pain, maybe he wanted to feel like crap, maybe he wanted to feel what he deserved
He slowly sat down in the water, submerging himself up to his chest, still holding the wand in one hand and the knife in the other. In his pocket was a cloak and a letter that was supposed to disappear from this world just like Harry, he didn't know why he wanted to write this letter so much, maybe deep down he hoped that someone would find it and read it, that someone will find out the truth about Harry Potter.
Hi
I know no one will read this but I need to pour out my thoughts, I don't know if I can call it a goodbye letter since I'm saying goodbye to myself, or rather my life? I don't know, something just tells me to write it, it doesn't matter anyway and I'll kill myself by the end of today. I'm sick of it all, it was so beautiful, why did I have to ruin everything? He's dead because of me, everyone I meet is hurt, it'll be better if I'm not here anymore, no one would have to suffer for me, no one will die because of me anymore
Harry James Potter
June 27, 1996
He remembered the text of the letter
He lifted his shaking hand with the knife to his wrist and gently ran it over it, it hurt but he could take some pain so he repeated the movement on his other wrist and watched the blood flow, he didn't like blood, but the sight of his own at that moment seemed so satisfying, he felt he deserved the pain.
He immersed his head in the water and started looking at the ceiling, waiting for the water to take over his lungs.
He felt like his head was going to explode but he wanted to end it, he wanted to leave, he wanted to finally rest, slowly it started to get dark before his eyes, in one hand he was holding a knife and in the other a wand, in his pocket he his invisibility cloak and the letter, these were the only things he wanted to die with.
As his eyes slowly start to fade, all that flows through his head is guilt and how many people he has let down, but also the satisfaction of knowing that he will soon succeed, that in just a moment he will fall asleep forever.
But fate had other plans for Harry Potter, the chosen one, the boy who lived, for this child who has lived more than he should for his age, for this kid who has endured more than he should have, for this teenager who has carried too much on his shoulders.
Oh yes, fate and death had other plans for this teenager, he was too powerful to die, it would be too boring, and they hadn't had a moment of fun in a long time.
When he was closing his eyes, he suddenly felt that his body was not in the water, he realized that he suddenly fell from a small height with a slight bang, then as he tightened his grip on the wand and the knife, he realized that death had other plans for him just like it had once when he was a baby.
He opened his eyes abruptly and began to choke on the water that flooded his lungs, he didn't know where he was but he knew that something had brought him somewhere, he could hear muffled screams and someone run towards him, but he didn't see anything because his eyes went dark from the loss of blood.