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The tears in my eyes fought past my barrier of indifference and I broke down into uncontrollable sobs, filling my hell-hole of a room with screams of pain and sorrow. I couldn't feel anything anymore, I cried but no sorrow came, I screamed but no anger rose. It needs to stop! It needs to go! but how? I wondered you need something sharp, something that will make you feel again, for you, for them! granting the wish I stumbled clumsily to the bathroom, ignoring the angry cries from downstairs. tried to run to them, to make them stop. NO! Don't get distracted! I fumbled around the bathroom looking for it, and not wasting and time the blade sank into my skin in a mixture of silver and red, the relief, it was instant. I cried out with joy, I could finally feel again.
And I wasn't about to let that feeling go.
I saw her there, her eyes red and puffy against her pale skin. Her brown eyes looked empty and dark. You don't care do you? you don't care about that filthy little MUDBLOOD do you? I tried to shake the thought from my mind. since the war, it all changed. The attacks increased in number, and occurred every other week. I wasn't a part of it though, there was no way I could cause that much pain. So much blood, so many people dead or left for dead. So many people, and I didn't help them. Could I help her? I shook the thought out of my head, eliminating it as quick as it came, me help a mudblood? mudblood Granger? But part of me could feel that there was something more to her, something more.
"Hermione? You going to eat that?"
"No."
"Could you try?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I'm leaving. Goodnight."
As she left, Harry looked wistfully after his friend. She had not eaten for a while. Maybe a month. It had started a while ago, every day she would skip her meals and retreat to the common room. Only on the rare occasion that Harry managed to get her to eat, she only ate a bite or so of toast. Harry couldn't understand it. Why did she do this? why did she torture herself like that? why did she seem to not care if she was wasting away?
There was too many questions in need of an answer. harry pulled at his hair scrunching up his face in annoyance, why wouldn't she open up to him. What was she doing to herself?
He pulled away from the table grabbing some toast, no one noticed him leave. No one except a worried and confused blond boy.
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