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Fuck of Potter

Just do it. You have nothing to lose. Your miserable days will be over.

The voices in my head echoed as I pressed a shard of glass into my skin. I watched my blood drip from my wrist.

Everyone is counting on you, but your worthless. Your the chosen one, but you still can't do anything right. Your ugly. Your stupid. Your nothing. You'll never be good enough.

It was a routine at this point. Wait for everyone to fall asleep and do something. Cut myself. Mostly with a piece of glass.

No one could know about this. Everyone thinks I'm 'the chosen one' and all special, but I'm not. Im just Harry James Potter. I have nothing under control, and I don't have a plan to save the day.

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Dracos pov

I stared at the scratches and bruises on my skin.

Why the fuck would you do that to yourself? Your gross and disgusting. Your weird. You don't deserve to live.

I hate the fact that I do this to myself. Well I hate myself anyway. Sometimes I just get so angry and overwhelmed that I hit and scratch myself. Its terrible, but I feel like I deserve it. To feel pain. Or I want to focus on something else. Not my terrible life.

My dads a deatheater, and he expects me to follow his footsteps. He wants me to kill. He thinks purebloods are superior. I just want to live my life without him controlling everything I do.

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I wake up and see that I am still in the bathroom. I must've fell asleep. I look at the time, and decided to get ready.

I put on an hoodie that looked big on my naturally tall and skinny body. I also put on sweat pants that covered my legs fully. I still have scratches and bruises on my face, so I put foundation on. It stings like a mother fucker on my face, but it doesn't really matter anymore.

I go down to the common room, and grab the book I was reading off the coffee table. The school has some muggle books in the school, so I was reading How to Kill a Mockingbird . Mainly because my father wouldn't let me read such things.

After a while, I became bored, so I decide to go eat lunch. It is that time anyway.

I sit down and eat. I'm still bored, so I decided to do one of my favorite past times. Mess with Harry Potter.

I look around but I can't find him. I got to lunch early and I never saw him come in. Plus lunch was over and people were starting to leave. Come to think of i never saw him at lunch or breakfast. I only saw him at dinner, but he never did eat much. He mainly came to talk to Weaslebee and Granger, or listen to whatever Dumbledore had to say.I guess it doesn't matter. He's my enemy. I shouldn't care, or worry about him.

I went to the library after lunch to study. I have a potions test coming up. I also have to memorize spells for charms.

After studying for 5 hours, I get up to head to the great hall. While I'm putting some books back I bump into a figure just as thin, but shorter than me. I recognized that brown, messy hair anywhere. Potter was shaking on the ground. He must've fell.

"Fuck off Potter.", I snapp. "And watch where your going next time."

I left the library and headed down for the feast.