Harry is back in the dormitory after Sirius passed through the veil. Oh, and Ron didn't sustain any injuries from The Department of Mysteries. That's all you need to know. Please review.
CHIPPED AND RIPPED
He felt it running through him, like a deadly poison, turning him bad, every time he breathed, every time his heart took another beat.
He was being strangled, strangled by his actions. He had never regretted anything so much in his petty, unvaluable time on earth.
Harry collasped onto the his bed, unable to breathe. He laid there, hyperventilating, half hidden by the unkempt dusty sheets, until his ringing ears picked up someone calling a name that sounded remarkably like his.
No fight left in his scarred body, emotional nor physical, he just...laid there. Waiting. For somebody to try and fix him. He'd been chipped at by his fate many times, ripped through the soul in so many ways, and it was all a miracle how he'd held up for this long.
The voice was louder now. Harry knew who it was instantly. There really was only one person that it could be.
But still Harry laid there, face up on the duvet, looking at the ceiling. He didn't have the strength to.
The door banged open, but Harry didn't flinch. He was used to loud noises. Especially doors being shut forcefully.
"Harry."
Harry didn't hear him, too absorbed in his own thoughts, which were swirling around his head with the force and the likely-ness of an unruly blender.
There was no more sound.
"Harry, there's dinner going on. Come down if - if you get...peckish..." Ron sounded quilty for disturbing the perfect silence. He should be. The break from reality that I had made, was gone. Typical Ron.
He door closed once more, leaving me in utter isolation. I hadn't even realised i'd started to cry. Maybe it's considered normal behaviour now. Crying.
I grit my unwashed, dirty teeth.
I force a smile onto my face. It hurts me.
I walk on, down to dinner.
Down to everyone.
I've got no idea where i'm going with this.
Goodnight.