This might eventually get worked into one of my stories but until then I just thought this was kind of interesting. Not your average suicide attempt fic and not your average rescue.

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            Harry went up the stairs, having left the meal early. He went to the astronomy tower for one last look. One last look at everything. When Ron had asked where he was going he'd just muttered "bathroom". He put down what he was holding in his hand and stared out the window, getting one last glance at the grounds and the setting sun. A tear fell down his face as he turned away.

            "What more can this world want from me?" cried Harry. "It's taken my family. My friends. My happiness. Everything but my life and if it wants that it can have it!" Harry reached for the knife. He'd left it on the windowsill.

            "NO!" The voice was sharp, sharper than the knife in Harry's hand.

            Harry struggled as Luna tried to take the knife from him. What had possessed her to follow him? She succeeded and flung it out the window. They were both breathing heavily and still gripped one another's wrists.

            "NO, Harry. That's the selfish answer."

            "Don't I deserve to be selfish for once? After all I've been through?"

            "Harry, not everyone gets what they deserve. Your parents didn't get it. Sirius didn't get it. Cedric didn't get it. You're not a coward and I won't let you take the coward's way out."

            "I can control my own life and end it when I choose."

            "No, you can't. You'd be ending mine."

            "What? You wouldn't kill yourself without me. I'm not worth it. You'd move on."

            "I preformed powerful magic. It took a lot of research and strength. But I bound my life force with yours."

            "What?"

            "If you die, it won't kill you. You'll live. I'll die. If I'm already dead, it'll kill Ron. If he's gone, Hermione. If she's gone, Neville."

            "No," he breathed in horror.

            "Harry, we aren't idiots," Ron's voice came from the doorway.

            Hermione's arm was linked with Ron's. "We know you don't care about losing your own life."

            "But we know you care about ours," said Neville, also linked with Hermione.

            "We won't let you die, Harry."

            "Reverse the spell," Harry growled. How could they do this to him?

            "It will take 50 wizards and witches, working together, to do that," said Hermione.

            Luna let go of Harry's wrists and put her arm around him. "We don't want to lose you. We're determined to do everything we can to prevent it."

            He gulped. His voice was hoarse, "Dumbledore. He'd never agree to what you did. Never."

            "I don't care. There are some things more important," said Luna.

            "Like friends and family," Hermione added.

            "Unity. Being together. That's what is important, Harry."

            We'll stand by you 'til the end. No matter what."

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So what did you think? Any good? I'm not sure where I'd put this, I think either the end of a book 6 fic or a book 7 one, I'm not sure which.