What if Harry Potter was abused by his family, and the abuse taken one step too far?

The End

I feel the pain

In both heart and body alike.

Battered and broken,

My wounds bleed a reddish black.

And I lay down

On my rickety cot,

Staring at the peeling ceiling,

I close my eyes.

I slip, I fall

Into the river of dreams.

My ceiling is painted a 'night sky',

And my cot replaced by fine grains of sand.

Waves lapping at my feet,

As the rush of the ocean

Echoes within my mind.

The seagulls take flight

Towards the horizon,

And my soul follows,

Drifting, submerged

In the sea of calm.

My paradise,

My dream world,

My escape,

My end.