Harry's Pain
A Harry/Hermione Fanfic
Note: This is yet another Harry's pain story that focuses on everything, missing parents, abuse, sickness because I just had to have it all!
Also Note: Some of you will hate me for this, but this is set in the movies setting, not the books :/.
Disclaimer: Not sure if I had to post it but just to be safe, I own nothing about the Harry Potter series including the characters.
Set at: This really got me, I actually had no clue where it should be set, so, for now, this will remain blank, and if anyone has suggestions on where I should put this that'd be greatly appreciated. I really want to be able to incorporate the events of the story into this as time goes on, so I might even leave it blank and throw in the events of the story as chapters go by, on that note, I don't have plans for how long this will last, I'm planning on doing a different 'Harry problem' every chapter, note: these AREN'T each going to be one-shots, this is one overarching story.
Hermione woke up to the sound of snoring, she was most likely awake earlier by a few hours, her body used to waking up early to study. She pulled on her robes and walked towards the door leading to the common room until she heard a muffled sniffle from the other side of the door. She cracked open the door to the common room and slipped out, immediately seeing the fireplace and a shadowy figure on the couch.
As she rounded the stairs, she noticed it was Harry, with a piece of paper in his hand. When she reached his eyeshot, he didn't move, simply staring into the fire, the pencil in his hand completely still. When she got close enough to him to see what was on the paper, her heart broke. On it was three stick figures, each labelled with a different name, Mom, Dad, and Harry. She couldn't tell if he had just drawn that or if it was old, but she got her answer when he finally acknowledged her presence, looking down at the paper, his eye filled with tears, and Hermione realized hers did too. Harry didn't even realize he'd drawn it.
"Harry," was all she said before she leaned in to hug him. Her presence was warm, and he was comforted in her arms. He let out a sob as she rubbed his back.
Hermione had never experienced something like Harry has, so the best she could do was comfort him as much as she could. Eventually, they both sat down back on the couch. Harry looked worn out. "I just want them back, I'd… I'd d-do anything, just to see them for a moment…" he said between sobs, tears racing down his face. She knew what he was or had been thinking about, suicide.
"Harry no, you can't do that, your parents, they would've wanted you to be strong, they wouldn't have wanted you to suffer, I promise you, everything will be okay." After she said this, she hugged Harry again, which they sat there for some time.
The first class she had was only with Ron, and that was good because she wanted to know what Ron knew about Harry. The only reason she thinks Ron might know more is that they share a dorm and see each other more often. She was horrified at what Ron told her.