Pairing: Harry and His Brain

Warnings: implied thoughts of suicide, don't read this if it bothers you.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created by JK Rowling. I do not own any rights to these things. I'm simply giving my imagination a chance to stretch its wings.

Author's Note: This is for the "Under 500 Challenge" at The Third Floor Corridor RP board. It's a bit darker than what I'm used to writing and it kind of scared me that it came from my own head. Please feel free to tell me what you think after you've read it.


He stared at the back of his hand.

I must not tell lies.

But he hadn't been lying, not then. Not about this.

I must not tell lies.

He had no idea that the Dementor would be in his neck of the muggle woods. And he may have hated his cousin but he didn't want to see him dead. Why was he being blamed for it? He wasn't as fond of Dementors as The Dark Lord seemed to be. It brought back terrible memories of the death of his parents, knowing all along that he'd been a witness to it.

I must not tell lies.

He should have known that he'd get the blame for it. He was always blamed for every rotten thing that ever happened in his life.

I must not tell lies.

Cedric stared back at him, lifeless and pale as he heard Voldemort laughing behind him. This was the dream that plagued him on a near-nightly basis, making him sweat through his bed clothes, a soundless scream escaping his mouth.

I must not tell lies.

Sitting on the floor in the Slytherin Quidditch team's changing room, slowly staring at the silver dagger Remus had given him for his birthday, tracing the sharp blade lightly over his skin. He shivered in anticipation.

I must not tell lies.

He raised the dagger, catching the light overhead, mesmerized by its glow.

I...must...not...tell...

-Fin