Prologue: Harry's Big Surprise (And It Ain't Good)!

Harry laid bloodied and broken, body and soul, on the floor. Between being beaten, cut, raped by his aunt and uncle, and starved, he had given up all hope and any help he would've expected from Dumbledore.

Why this was the reason is because of a letter he had sent off to him concerning the abuse from the Dursleys; the letter that came back had a condescending reply.

Harry,

Surely things cannot be as bad as you say...you are merely trying to get out of your aunt and uncle's house quicker and it's not going to work!
Listen, you'll be out of there as soon as your 17th birthday comes so deal with it until then and we'll be around to pick you up at 7 AM on the 31st.

-Albus Dumbledore

Just thinking about the letter made Harry's resolve to commit suicide complete.

How could he go on living when even his mentor wouldn't believe him?!

He slowly gathered the energy to wobble to his nightstand as he stood. He collected a transfigured dagger, wand, forest green robes, and shoes.

He disapparated to the most beautiful place he could think of in his mind, Malfoy Manor. He had seen it in a Wizarding magazine and it looked lovely when he saw it.

Breathing in the cool air of nighttime, he slowly slit his wrists vertically, hissing as the cold steel cut down to his veins.

He then put on his robes and shoes, not caring if blood got all over them. He fell and, when he did land, went into semi-consciousness.

The thing Harry didn't anticipate, as he went into silent darkness, was that he had disapparated into Narcissa Malfoy's garden; he also tripped off the alarm when he fell down.

Away from it all
From the killing call
From the people who have the gall
To say your pain ain't real
Just to feel
Is the painful thing
Suicide is the only thing you can sing about...

"Feeling Pain" by me