Gryffindors Can Cry Too
By: Jesse_Pottler7
Chapter 1: Wounds of Worry
Summary: This story takes place after the tri-wizard tournament in Harry's fourth year. The summer is turning out to be the worst one yet, and it only gets worse by the days. He has reoccurring nightmares, and the Dursleys get rough. Things get Too out of hand though and he needs help. But how can you get help, without asking?
Disclaimer: Okay, look. I'm not going to write this for every single because I don't want to. But for this chapter, I'm going to just say: I am not, J.K. Rowling. I'm just not. I may be the feminine version of Harry, but I'm definitely not J.K. Rowling. Heck, I'm not even a blonde... I'm a raven black, messy haired girl, with glasses.
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T (just to be safe.)
Warning: PTSD cases, a bit of depression, but a whole lot of fluff. (And sadness at the same time.)
A/N:Before anyone starts saying that I'm cruel, and heartless for making Harry go through this, I'm just pleading for forgiveness to poor Harry. What I'm putting him through is for the plot.
Now I know
That I can't make you stay
But where's your heart
But where's your heart
But where's your...
- My Chemical Romance"Kill the spare..." a voice hissed.
The figure standing by Harry collapses, tumbling into a heap on the ground. "No Cedric! It's all my fault... I said to take the cup together..."
The dream changed scenery, only to lead to a more depressing scene. It was Cedric's burial. Every Hufflepuff in sight looked either depressed, or lost without their leader. But the more important relationships such as Amos Diggory, Mrs. Diggory, and of course, Cho Chang looked dreadful. They had bags under their eyes, ashen faces, and their eyes held ghosts that only Azkaban could achieve. Even complete strangers to Cedric seemed extremely sad, but, who could blame them?
Harry felt the prickling feeling on his neck of hair standing up on end, and knew that feeling quite well as he had to deal with it at the Dursleys. It was the feeling of being watched. But for him, he wasn't just getting stares from everyone. No, he was getting glares. If only looks could kill, then Harry would be drop dead in seconds...
The dream changed scenery yet again. This last time, to Cedric's grave. It was right after the burial, and Harry had stalled behind to give his last apologies. "I-I... I'm so, so, sorry, Cedric... You had so much to live for! And I... I spoiled it for you. I spoiled it for you by landing myself in that bloody tournament! Now you won't graduate, you won't find a job you love, and... and you won't marry Cho... And it's not even you who deserved that fate!" Harry paused for a second to catch a breath from this emotionally painful apology. "I deserved it... I deserved it all! Mainly starting with that dreaded Halloween night when my mum and dad died. I should've died instead. Sure would've saved a lot more lives, hm?" Harry said softly, with tears of guilt rolling down his cheeks.
And with that Harry woke up. Even without his glasses, he knew what was in front of him. His uncle's furious, purple face, was dangerously close to his head.
"Ah, I see that you're finally up." Vernon sneered a sneer that Snape would definitely approve of. Harry mentally chuckled, but instantly took it back. His uncle had grabbed him by the throat and pinned Harry against the wall.
"BOY! LISTEN TO ME!" Vernon roared, as Harry gasped for breath, barely reaching his lungs.
Vernon kept him pinned against the wall as he began to tell him how worthless he was, how no one ever loved him. Vernon eventually let go of Harry's neck, right as he was starting to lose consciousness. Vernon walked out of the room, and soon returned with... Harry gulped. It was a gun.
All the abuse started happening after Fred and George had given Dudley the Ton-Tongue Toffee. Of course, Harry didn't blame them, but he just wished that they hadn't done that.
He seemed to enjoy Harry's obvious fright. He chuckled darkly, and loaded the gun, and put it back in his trouser pocket.
As soon as he closed the door behind them, and started punching him on every place imaginable. Harry writhed in pain as he started to punch his jaw, screaming his throat raw. Vernon continued to do that for about thirty minutes, until he moved on with the belt. He whipped Harry's legs, until Harry couldn't feel them.
Harry couldn't even scream now, let alone talk. Harry just cried silently, waiting for the torture to end.
Harry was barely conscious when his uncle stopped beating him. "Y-you're a-a bastard..." Harry hissed in pain. His uncle laughed manically... he seemed to have something in his hands. A gun.
Harry just stared blankly at the gun in his uncle's hands. He suddenly pulled the trigger. It was until then he hadn't had any sort of reaction to the gun. But as it pierced his chest, he gasped. He felt a huge wave of pain hit him, and felt like he had popped a vein, but that was the feeling he felt in his heart.
Harry suddenly couldn't breathe. He didn't even realize that his uncle had left the room, and slammed the door. He began to panic. 'I'm gonna die!' Harry thought. He began to feel lightheaded, and drowsy, and he passed out, likely due to bloodloss.
Hedwig saw her master on the floor. He had blood on his chest. Hedwig panicked a little and looked around, and saw parchment. With Hedwig, being the smart animal she was, took a piece of parchment, and laid it on her master's chest, where the blood seemed to be coming from.
In less than five seconds, the parchment was almost soaked with the blood of her master. She took the parchment away, and knew that her master's Sirius would need to know about this. So, Hedwig gripped the blood stained parchment in her beak, and took off, leaving her master behind, unconscious.
Sirius Black was worried.
Sirius had sent several owls to his godson, Harry James Potter, but only to have the owls come back with the letters unread. He had just recently sent an owl to Harry, desperate for him to respond.
Dear Harry,
I know you haven't been reading my letters, so I'm a bit worried. The chances are, that you aren't going to read this letter either, so I'll just get right to the point. If you don't read this letter, then you have no reason to be surprised or mad that I turn up in Surrey, in Privet Drive, and march up to your house. If you don't answer me, I think I might do something rash.
P.S. The Ministry found Peter Pettigrew in a recent raid, and my trial's in a few weeks!
Please answer me!
Sirius
Sirius was pacing back and forth, worried that his godson might not be okay.
"Sirius, stop pacing! You're going to pace a hole in the floor, y'know." Remus said exasperated. Sirius ignored Remus.
Sirius had recently got an owl from Ron and Hermione asking if he had gotten any owls from Harry, because they haven't heard from them since school ended. They were a bit scared when they found out that Sirius hadn't gotten any letters either. Sirius was almost longing to see the beautiful snowy owl, Hedwig.
Almost on que, Sirius looked up to a tapping noise, and saw Hedwig. Sirius raced to the window, and opened it. Hedwig flew in, onto the coffee table. Sirius knew that the letter definitely hadn't been delivered yet, so he was a bit shocked to be hearing from Harry so soon.
But when Sirius unrolled the parchment, he gasped. There was blood on the parchment... Harry was hurt!
"Remus!" Sirius cried out.
"What is it Padfoot?" Remus asked, getting up from his seat to see what was the matter.
When he saw the blood on there, he instantly knew that Harry was hurt.
"That's it! We're going to that damn Privet Drive!" Sirius declared.
"Sirius, for once I agree. But let's send a patronus to Dumbledore." Remus said as he cast his wolf patronus, and sent a message to Dumbledore.
And with that, they apparated to Privet Drive.
"What house was it again Padf-" Remus started, but before he could finish his sentence, there was a cracking sound, and Albus Dumbledore appeared by them.
"Now what's this abou-" Dumbledore was about to ask but Sirius cut him off.
"Which house is it."
"Pardon?"
"Which one's Harry's house?" Sirius demanded.
Dumbledore sighed. "It's house number 4."
Sirius nodded, and took off at top speed to house number 4, and knocked on the door. A beefy man with little chin answered the door. He seemed to eye their robes before conversing. "If you're wondering about the boy, then you've came here for no reason. He's fine." Vernon snarled as he slammed the door closed, but Sirius was quicker, and jammed his foot into the door before it closed and opened it again.
"Let. Us. In. Now. Let me see my godson!" Sirius scowled. "Now!" Sirius took out his wand when Vernon made no attempts to let them in. Vernon let out a choked grunt as he opened the door. As soon as it opened, Sirius bolted through, and ran upstairs. He stopped at a door with a ton of locks and bolts on the door.
"Alohamora!" Sirius panted.
The door opened, and a strong smell of blood reached his nose. He turned on the lights and looked around the door for Harry. He paled as he saw the bespectacled, beaten, limp, and bloody form of his godson on the floor.
"HARRY!"
Sirius ran over to Harry, and gently turned him over. He cupped Harry's face in his hands, and cradled Harry in his lap.
"Come on Harry, wake up! Speak to me, Harry, please!"
A very pale Remus walked over, and kneeled down by Harry. He put two shaky fingers on Harry's neck.
"He has a pulse, but it's fading fast." Remus said.
"They did this to Harry!" Sirius roared with tears rolling down his face in anger. "I'll kill them!"
"That would not be very wise idea, Sirius." Sirius looked behind him, to see a very grave looking Dumbledore. "He needs you."
Sirius nodded and took Harry's glasses off his face, and deposited them in his pocket, and he brushed Harry's dark hair gently out of his eyes. "How could they do this to him? Harry's the most sweetest, caring, and considerate person in the world. He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve this at all..." Sirius said shakily.
A soft moan was heard in Sirius' lap.
"I think he's waking up!"
Harry let out another soft moan and he seemed to be moving his head.
"Come on Harry. Come on, just open your eyes." said Sirius. "I know you can do it."
Harry slowly opened his eyes. Dumbledore ran out of the room for a blanket.
"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?" Remus asked worriedly.
"M-moony?" Harry croaked. "Sirius?"
"Yeah pup, it's me." said Sirius.
"We're getting you out of here. You'll never have to come back here." Remus said sadly.
Harry coughed in response. Sirius squeezed Harry's hand in reassurance. Sirius then noticed the large hole in his chest. Remus seemed to have noticed too.
"Um Harry– what's t-this?" Sirius asked, whimpering a little.
"U-uncle... had... a-a gun... a-and s-shot me..."
Both Sirius and Remus gasped.
"He shot you!" Sirius shrieked.
There was no reply.
"Harry?"
Nothing.
"Harry speak to me!"
There once again was no reply.
"We have to get help!"