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Plot: Takes place after Sirius dies. Harry receives no help for his depression and he retaliates in nasty letter to the wizard world. With depression and suicide spiraling out of control, Harry sends letters off to his supposed friends.

Pairing: Harry x Multi

NOTE: Its a short one-shot fan-fiction, this novel is just Weasley and Dumbledore bashing as well as just exposing some plot holes in JKR books. Don't read if you don't like novels that have a lot of explaining rather than pure plot.

I do not own Harry Potter JKR does, I think she has enough money, how about spreading it around? :

The Death of

Harry Potter

Harry sat in the compartment with his friends. His heart was breaking from the loss of his godfather as he stared out the window. Across from him, his friends continued chatting as though nothing had happened. They joked, talked and kidded around. Getting up, Harry walked to the door and opened it.

"Where are you going Harry?" Hermione asked.

"The loo. I'll be right back," Harry replied as he stepped out and closed the door.

Walking down the hall, he stepped into the loo and closed the door. Pulling his wand out, he put a silence spell on the small compartment and sat down. He hugged his knees and rocked back and forth as the tears flowed down his face.

After a few minutes he felt the train slow down. Looking out the small window, he saw they were approaching King's Cross. Harry stood up, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands and face. He then walked back to the compartment. He grabbed his trunk and the cage holding Hedwig. Harry was the first off the train and walking to the barrier. Behind him, Ron and Hermione dragged their trunks, trying to catch him as he came to a stop near the wall.

When the ticket inspector signaled to him, Ron, and Hermione that it was safe to walk through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, Harry found a surprise awaiting him on the other side. A group of people were standing there to greet him, none of whom he had expected.

Tonks stood just behind him, her bright bubble-gum-pink hair gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the dirty glass of the station's ceiling. She was wearing heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt bearing the legend THE WEIRD SISTERS.

Next to Tonks was Lupin. His face was pale, and his hair was graying. A long and threadbare overcoat covered his shabby jumper and trousers.

At the front of the group stood Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, dressed in their Muggle best. Fred and George, were both wearing brand-new jackets in some kind of lurid green, scaly material.

"Ron, Ginny!" called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying forward and hugging her children tightly. "Oh, and Harry dear - how are you?"

"Fine," lied Harry, as she tried to pull him into an embrace. Harry dodged her arm and started walking away.

"Harry, come back here!" Mrs. Weasley ordered, but Harry ignored her and walked towards his uncle.

"Hello, Harry," said Lupin, as Harry walked by him.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" replied Harry sadly and continued to walk away.

"Harry?" Lupin said. He turned and started following his best friends son, "We thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before letting them take you home."

"That's not a good idea. All of you go home," Harry replied as he turned around and looked at the order members.

"Oh, I think it is," growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. "That'll be them, will it, Potter?"

He pointed with his finger behind Harry. His magical eye was evidently looking right through Harry. Harry looked over his shoulder to see where Mad-Eye was pointing. There, sure enough, were the three Dursleys. They looked positively appalled to see Harry's reception committee.

"Ah, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley, turning from Hermione's parents, whom he had been greeting enthusiastically, and who were taking turns hugging Hermione. "Well, shall we do it, then?"

"Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur," said Moody.

"NO! I said don't do this," Harry ordered and turned away and started walking towards his relatives. He knew they wouldn't listen, and he was right when he heard them following.

Mr. Weasley walked passed him and took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.

"Good afternoon," said Mr. Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. "You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley."

As Mr. Weasley had singlehandedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, nodded to his cousin. Since what happened last summer, he had done a lot of growing, and he now knew what he had done was wrong.

Harry shoved through the group and continued towards the exit, "Dudley, where's the car?"

"At the curb, Harry, come on I'll help you," Dudley said as he waddled after his cousin.

Harry never knew what was said, because he kept walking. Behind him, Hermione started running after Harry to try and stop him so she could talk with him.

"Harry wait up!" Hermione shouted.

Harry stepped out of the station and followed his cousin to the car. Setting the trunk down, he looked at Hermione and said, "Go home Hermione. Enjoy your family."

"Harry…"

"We'll see you soon, mate," said Ron anxiously as he came to a stop next to Hermione.

"Really soon, Harry," said Hermione earnestly. "We promise."

"Whatever, just go home," Harry replied as Dudley opened the trunk. With his help he shoved his trunk into the boot and closed it. Dudley climbed into the car, and Harry handed him Hedwig's cage. He started to walk around the car when Hermione slammed into his body and hugged him as she cried in his ċhėst.

With a gentle push, he said, "Stop, Hermione. You and Ron go home, stay away from me. For I'm death to anyone who gets close to me."

With tears flowing down her face, she shook her head as she replied, "Stop it, Harry. You are not death. Now we will see you in a few weeks. Stay safe."

Vernon started the car. With a stomp on the gas, they pulled out of the station and headed home.

Harry watched the traffic as they drove home and an hour later they pulled up into the driveway and climbed out of the car.

"Boy! Upstairs, room now. Write those freaks every three days. You don't have any chores, just stay out of our sight!" Vernon bellowed.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry replied as he pulled his trunk out and, with Dudley carrying Hedwig he went upstairs. Opening the door to his room, he saw it was just as he left it last year. Dropping the trunk at the foot of the bed, he took Hedwig's cage from Dudley and set it on the desk. Opening the window, he let her out to hunt as he turned and walked to the door and shut it.

Harry lay down on the bed and then rolled over onto his side. Tears ran down his face as he drifted off to sleep. Outside, Tonks took up station to watch over her friend.

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For the next week, that's all Harry did was sleep and cry.

On Friday, after he returned, he awoke after several hours of sleep. Pecking at the window had woken him. He opened the window, and let the owls in. There were four owls. One from Hermione, one from Ron, another from Hagrid, and the final one was from Remus. Closing the window he went to his trunk and opened it, he pulled out some parchment, quill and ink. He started writing as the tears ran down his face.

The knock on the door startled him, and he said, "Yes?"

"Harry, are you hungry?" Petunia asked.

"No, thank you. I want to sleep," Harry replied as he wrote.

"Ok, I will put a sandwich in the fridge."

"Thanks," Harry replied as he listened to Petunia walk away.

He wrote five letters, one to Headmaster Dumbledore, one each to Hermione Ron, Remus and Hagrid. Tying the letters to their legs, and Dumbledore's to Hedwig's he then opened the window and let them out again. As Hedwig flew out of sight, Harry grabbed his chair and pinned it under the knob. Going back to his trunk he opened a small box and pulled a vial out as well as a thick envelope. Lying on the bed, he set the envelope on his ċhėst and swallowed the potion meant to destroy his magical core. He laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes, as the poison went to work.

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Petunia had knocked on the door to see if Harry wanted to eat, he didn't and she walked downstairs. Ten minutes later while she was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, she heard a loud crack of lightning outside and then the soles of shoes pounding on the concrete as someone ran up the walk and slammed into the door. Before she could scream anything the door went flying into the kitchen and heard someone running up the stairs.

A loud crash was heard and she followed to see the door to her nephew's room hanging from one hinge.

Then a loud "No!" was heard.

Going to the door she looked in and saw the scruffy looking man from the train station holding Harry. Tears were running down his face as he hugged the boy. Petunia felt the tears run down her face as she realized that her nephew was dead.

"Why?" she asked as she stepped in and saw the envelope on the edge of the bed. Picking it up, she opened it and started reading.

My friends,

If you're reading this, I have gone to join my family and Sirius. I'm hurting and need my friends with me, but what do I have? I have a prison. I cannot go anywhere, see anyone I know, or even talk with them. The pain is so unbearable that all I can do is lie here and cry. I've read that severe loss must be dealt with… but how, when no help is offered. In the muggle world, I would have seen a psychiatrist or someone that deals with depression. But in the wizard world, I'm called an attention seeker, a liar, and delusional.

Well, you all reap what you sow! When I was fifteen months old, I was hailed the savior for something my mother did. Yes, I say that, because it was she that did it, not I. What happened? My parents are dead, Dumbledore sealed my family's will, and I was forced to live in the muggle world. When I turned eleven, hundreds of letters came for me. The first was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. Yes you heard me, the cupboard where I spent NINE years living. Where were you when my family was physically and emotionally abusing me? You were nowhere around.

In my first year, I had to fight Voldemort (oh stop flinching, it's a name and a made up one, at that) and a troll that got loose in the school. The troll I fought to save my friend Hermione.

Where was Headmaster Dumbledore when I had to save the Philosopher Stone from Voldemort, after he possessed Professor Quirrell? He was flying to London. Why was he flying? He could floo or apparate there? Can you say 'set up'? I can. I asked why Voldemort was after me, but Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't tell me. Nor did he offer me any special training. What did he do? He shuffled me back to my abusive family.

In my second year, a student possessed by a book once owned by Voldemort released, a Basilisk. How did this student get the book? Why Lucius Malfoy slipped it into the cauldron. You see it looked like a blank diary, but it wasn't. What was it? I have no idea, but from what Tom Marvelous Riddle told me, it contained a part of his soul. Who is Tom? Well, he is Lord Voldemort. See, I said it was a made up name. At the same time I was accused of being the heir of Slytherin in the newspapers.

I killed the basilisk, and saved the girl. What happened? I was sent back to my abusive family. Oh yeah, I was also accused of using magic at home, when it was Malfoy's elf Dobby, and received a warning.

My third year was just as eventful. I accidentally blew up my uncle's sister. I ran to the Leaky Cauldron where Minister Fudged-Bucket told me not to worry about it… that it was taken care of. Come to find out he wanted me to back him, but I didn't know him or trust him. At this same time, Sirius Black escaped prison and headed for Hogwarts.

That year I was attacked four times by Dementors, and nearly kissed twice.

Who in their right mind sends soul suċkɨnġ demons to a school? Why Minister Fudge. Even with the Dementors and Sirius Black we had a good year. For the first time we had a decent DADA instructor in Remus Lupin, who all you idiots ran off because he has a furry problem once a month.

Do you women run your men off during your time of the month? I'll bet you don't. Remus is a kind and gentle man who was infected as a child with an incurable disease. Does that make him a monster 29 days out of the month? No, it doesn't. It's just that one day. With the right potion (which, by the way, should be free to all werewolves), they are safe with their minds intact. Even if they lock themselves up, they keep their wits with them when they have the potion in their body.

Near the end of the year, we found out the real truth on how my parents were betrayed. My parent's Secret-Keeper wasn't Sirius Black. He was too obvious a choice. They chose Peter Pettigrew, as the Secret-Keeper. He was an illegal animus. He turned into a rat, and hid with the Weasleys for nine years. No, don't blame them, they didn't know.

We caught him, Sirius, Remus, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. We were going to take him to Headmaster Dumbledore to be turned in when Snape, the DEATH EATER came in and tried to say we were confounded when we were not. Who does Dumbledore trust so absolutely that he's allowed to torment children at Hogwarts with his vial insults, innuendos, and favoritism of his DEATH EATER BUDDY'S CHILDREN? Don't believe me? Check the detention book and the logs of detention, which are posted in the common rooms of each house.

Snape was going to call the Dementors to kiss Sirius and Remus, when I disarmed him and accidently knocked him out. While heading for the Headmaster's office, Remus changed and Sirius did as well. Sirius too was an animagus like Peter. They, my father all became one to keep their friend Remus company at school on those nights. Well I had to fight the dementors again and was almost kissed again, but was saved.

Sirius was captured by Snape, the DEATH EATER, and Fudge wanted to give him an Order of Merlin. Before Fudge could have him kissed, Sirius escaped. I warned Minister Fudge that Sirius was innocent, but he wouldn't believe it. We tried to tell him he never had a trial, nor was he questioned but 'we were lying,' so said FUDGE! Sirius was on the run again, and forced to hide to stay alive. And again, I am sent to my abusive relatives.

In my fourth year, at the World Cup, ten men in death eater robes attacked, and made thousands of witches and wizards run for their lives. You people made me sick that you allowed just TEN people to cause that much destruction.

Come on! Every single one of you carries a deadly weapon. If a hundred of you fired stunners at them, they would have gone down. But noooooo! You ran for your pathetic lives, while a child (yes, me) is blamed for putting the death mark up. I was almost arrested for it, and then a sweet house elf was blamed.

Then, when we get to school, I was forced to participate in the tri-wizard tournament, when it had an age line. Something could have been done? Hell, three small tournaments right then and there… say a broom ride, a game of tag, or who could conjure the most tea sets in one hour… could have been held. Then a new drawing of the same names could have been done for a new contest.

But noooooo! I am forced to fight dragons, merfolk, and rescue a 'friend' who had back stabbed me, and accused me of lying, while the girl I loved or thought I loved was forced to be the hostage for another champion.

At this same time I am abused at the school by the other houses, and accused of lying and cheating, and the staff does nothing to stop it.

Then there was the third contest. It was a maze filled with traps, and Professor Moody on the outside using control spells to make Krum attack everyone. Yes, you heard me, but it wasn't Professor Moody, it was Bartemius Crunch JR, using a polyjuice potion to impersonate Moody.

I ask you this: how can Dumbledore, who has known Moody for years, not know an imposter? Now comes the end of the third trial. The cup was a portkey. It took me to a cemetery where the Riddle family came from. When I landed, Cedric (the real Hogwarts champion) was killed by Peter Pettigrew, and I'm captured. I am tied to a headstone.

Pettigrew used these three items to bring back Voldemort: Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son! Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will revive your master. And finally: blood of the enemy, fȯrċɨbŀƴ taken, you will resurrect your foe.

These three things created a body for Voldemort. When I was able to escape and bring Cedric's body back to Hogwarts, I told everyone that Voldemort was back and Fudge's response was 'He can't be back, Dumbledore, he just can't be!'

Fudge had the prisoner who started the resurrection of Voldemort kissed. The man was helpless, and he had him kissed before he could be questioned. I want to know why? All of you should want to know what Fudge was hiding. I also told Fudge all the names of the Death Eaters who responded to Voldemort's summons.

Fudge went off saying, 'oh no, they were cleared.' BULLSHIT! They were never questioned under truth serum. They bribed their way free, and had ten years of corrupting the ministry. Again, I was sent home to my abusive home, and attacked in the papers all that year.

Now this last year, dementors attacked my cousin and me. I was brought forth to the Wizengamot for a full trial for underage magic, which should have been just a hearing. Fudge and his hench-people, (Deloris Umbridge and Percy Weasley) wanted me expelled, and my wand snapped. Dumbledore was able to get me off with evidence from a squib: Mrs. Figg.

Then I was sent to school where Umbridge was our WORST DADA instructor. She made our freedom of expression and love a crime. She called me a liar, used a bloodquill on us for punishment. It was used so much on me, I have the scars of 'I shall not tell lies' etched permanently on my hand. She made all clubs illegal. She made newspapers illegal. She read our mail, and prevented us from contacting our loved ones. She had Aurors attack Professor McGonagall sending her to St. Mungo. She tried to arrest Hagrid. She turned the point system into a joke. She made Slytherins into an inquisition squad, which was allowed to attack other students. She also dismissed the head boy and girl, because they disagreed with her and wouldn't follow her orders. Made learning DADA a joke, and endangered all the students with the emergence of the terrorist organization run by Voldemort.

I found out that Umbridge was the one responsible for sending Dementors after my cousin and me in Surry. She tried to cast an unforgivable on me, but I dodged it. She used truth serum on the students, and all you people just sat there and said, 'oh, we must follow the ministry.'

They made Dumbledore a fugitive for trying to tell the truth about Voldemort.

Then Voldemort lures me and five others to the DOM, because he sends visions of holding my godfather hostage. We wound up fighting in the Hall of Prophecies, where my friends and I fight off the inner circle of Voldemort's for an hour before he arrives to battle Dumbledore and the Order of the Chicken. Yes, you heard me, the chicken! Because Dumbledore refuses to allow spells that could KILL the bad guys.

Excuse me? There is no redeeming value in terrorists. Ask the muggle governments of the world if you don't believe me. Once a terrorist, always a terrorist. And the only good one is a dead one, because they cannot kill you once they are dead.

When we fought them, we stunned every member of the inner circle several times. All they did, was revive each other and continue the attack. When two of ours were badly hurt they were down.

You need to use curses and jinxes' that incapacitate them or kill them. Would you stun someone who is trying to kill your family? Your children? Hell no, you put them down like the mad dogs they are, for they won't hesitate to kill you.

Now that FUDGE has admitted that Voldemort has returned, has he increased the Aurors? Has he asked the ICW for help? I haven't seen anything. Has he asked the Goblins to freeze all former and current death eater accounts? In the muggle world, if the government determines you're a terrorist, or a terrorist organization, they seize your property! They freeze your accounts and seize the money. Why hasn't the Wizengamot done that? Do they want this bastard to destroy the wizard world?

Also, how come the muggleborn and halfbloods are treated like crap and the purebloods reign like kings and queens? Magic is magic, and I hate to tell you this, but I have seen more powerful halfbloods and muggleborns then I have purebloods. Yes, some purebloods are powerful, but look at Draco Malfoy, and his two bodyguards. They were easily defeated by muggleborns in a duel at school. Want to know why? Too much inbreeding, while the muggleborn and halfbloods are not.

Don't believe me? How come I was able to cast the Patronus Charm in my third year? Yes, you read right. I have been able to cast NEWT level spells, since third year, and I'm a halfblood and your supposed savior who has been treated like crap from all of you.

Now that the year has ended, where am I? Why shipped back to the hellhole of my relatives, where supposedly blood wards protect me.

Hey, DUMBLDORE, get a clue. Voldemort used my blood as a means to come back. They won't stop him.

How can you expect me, a boy of fifteen, to fight a wizard who slaughters my family and friends, when I have had no counseling for their loss, or special training to fight the madman? No, I haven't.

I believe Dumbledore wants me to go to my death. Then he will capture Voldemort and take the credit, why else no training. Think on this, too. Why was my heritage kept from me? My family's wills were sealed by Dumbledore! My mail was blocked! If you ask Dumbledore, he will answer it was all for the greater good! Who gave him the right to play GOD with my life?

Also, if I was so loved as a child, how come I never received any mail from any of you? Why was my family so abusive to me? Were they under a spell so I would look up and follow Dumbledore blindly when I reentered the wizard world? How was I so recognized by all of you on my first day, if I hadn't been seen in nine years? How was my picture used on the children's books… for I know I didn't give them? Also why do you all say I, a fifteen month old child, defeated Voldemort?

It was my mother who did it, and she receives no recognition for it. Hell. I don't even know where they are buried. No one has ever told me, which is kind of strange. I don't know, but you should find out. Well, as of right now you reap what you sow, so goodbye. You won't have Harry Potter to save all your bloody arses, again. Get off your arse and do it yourself! You out number them a thousand to one at least… maybe more.

Goodbye,

Harry James Potter

Petunia stood there crying as two more people pushed past her. She recognized one of them as Dumbledore, turning she went into her bedroom and sat down on her bed as more and more witches and wizards appeared. One of the witches walked into the room, shut the door and sat down beside Petunia.

"Hello, are you Mr. Potter's guardian?" she asked.

"I was, and I was a horrible one, and I don't know why. I loved my sister, how could I have done what I did to him? He thought I was under a spell. Maybe it's possible, I just don't know, even Harry asks that in the letter he wrote," Petunia replied as she blew her nose.

"My name is Rita, Rita Skeeter and I'm a news reporter. Do you want me to print that letter for all of our world?" Rita asked.

"Yes, because he asks so many questions about that bastard in there, and of your government. Come back later and we'll talk with you, but I suggest you take the letter and get out of here," Petunia ordered.

Petunia handed the letter to the woman and watched as she vanished just as the door opened to reveal Albus Dumbledore. Behind him, several people stood watching.

"Petunia, tell me what happened?" Dumbledore ordered.

"Get out! Because of you, my only link to my sister is dead! I can't even go to her grave to put flowers on it, because you never told us where she was buried. NOW GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT!" Petunia screamed in anger and hurled a lamp at the man. The lamp shattered on the wall, and Dumbledore turned around and left. His people took her nephew's body with them.

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The next morning, Petunia was sitting at the dining room table drinking a cup of hot tea. A knock on the back door startled her. Turning, she saw the witch she had spoken to, yesterday. Waving her in, she watched as the woman came in and sat across from her.

"I brought you something," Rita said as she pulled the Daily Prophet out, and slid it across to the woman.

Petunia opened it up, looked at the headline, and started crying.

Boy who lived, dead at 15

By Rita Skeeter

It's my sad duty to inform all of you that the boy who lived, Harry James Potter, has died. How did he die? It wasn't in combat with You-know-who's minions. Harry died because we, the wizard world, failed him…

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