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Summary: Harry always said that he would give his life for his friends. But...he didnt mean it quite this way.

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Harry Potter > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Theme: Comedy
Movies > Saw
MyauzoFR181408051,53720 Jun 1220 Jun 12Yes
I do not own Harry potter or Saw.

"Do you want to play a game?" Harry shivered at the sound of the distorted voice. He swallowed and looked up at the screen.

A man in a very creepy mask was watching Harry and his friends from a screen in the corner of the room.

"I have been watching all of you. Each and every one of you has no regard for life. You throw yourself into the face of danger with no heed to your own safety. Today one of you will regret it."

Ron hugged Hermione to him, and in another corner Ginny and Neville were holding hands. Harry was the only one alone and he had a very, very bad feeling about this.

"In one hour this room with be flooded with poisonous gases. All of you will die a very painful death. However, this fate can be avoided. If one of you die before the hour is up the others are free to go. Now you must decide. Who will live and who will die?"

The screen cut off. Instantly everyone's eyes turned to Harry.

"Oh come on!"

Two minutes later Ron and Neville were holding Harry down. Hermione was sitting on his legs to keep him from kicking, and Ginny had the honor of slitting his throat. They watched in satisfaction as the life drained from his eyes.

Moments later the door opened. Ron threw Harry's body over his shoulder and all of them left the room hurriedly.

"Well…that didn't take long." the masked man said as he watched the supposed good friends kill one of their own.

-At the burrow-

Harry sat up coughing and clutched at his throat. He drank the tea that Hermione gave him and grimaced at the taste of his own blood in his mouth.

"I don't see why it had to be me." He muttered.

"Well Harry, you are always saying that you would sacrifice your life for ours." Ginny grinned.

Harry shot her a dirty look.

"We could have at least talked about it first!"

Neville rolled his eyes.

"Besides," Hermione said, "it's not as if he said that you have to stay dead."

Harry pouted. Sometimes being the Master of Death sucked.

AN: HA! Just a fun oneshot because I cant seem to write anything else. I've started a chapter for two other stories, but I only got about 300 words in because my muse disappeared.

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