Depressing little ficlet... yes, I know I was supposed to have given up on fanfictions, but I decided to write one about Harry's thoughts on death ^-^ Fun fun fun! Short, I only wrote it in a minute; so it's not very detailed ...Don't expect me to write more.

bThe End/b

Death is like an endless force sucking you in. Everything revolves around it. Without death, the world would become so overpopulated, that humans would need to seek out other places to live...

I still wish Sirius were still alive. With all my heart, I do. But now I know he's gone. Consumed by death. If he were still alive... then I wouldn't care about anything, I wouldn't need to fear anything...

But now I do.

Death; a hollow word, yet beautiful in a sense - not to mention terrifying. The last few moments of your life, when you're about to be cut off from the world of the living, all you can think about is how to survive- and if not, you analyze your life from every aspect; seeking out your mistakes, seeing if you could change them...

A pitiful thing, really.

I don't believe in life after death. Just a void, empty of all thoughts and emotions; swimming in nothing for the rest of eternity.

Sometimes, I want to die.