Hi Everybody! So sorry for not updating for SO long. Things have been a little crazy around here lately between geting ready for school, hanging out with my insane but entertaining friends, and haveing my mother drag me places to sight see. I'll try to update as often as I can, but no promises. I'm a very easily distractable person. So even if i don't update for a while, I promise I havn't given up! Anyways, hope that everyone likes this chapter!

P.S.- I do not own Bella, Ron, Harry, or any of their awsome friends (and enemies). I only own two rats and one annoying cockatiel named Ziggy.


Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit

Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss

You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this

Would you tell me I was wrong?

Would you help me understand?

Are you looking down upon me?

Are you proud of who I am?

There's nothing I wouldn't do

To have just one more chance

To look into your eyes and see you looking back

Hurt

By Christina Agulira

Chapter 2: Mourning and Reunions

BPOV-

A strained ray of sunlight filtered through my closed eye lids, waking me out of my deep sleep. The first thing that I realized was that something was very wrong. I was lying on my side on a patch of cold, damp ground. My arm was curved protectively around my ribs, which throbbed in pain. After several seconds of weak confusion the events of last night rushed back to me with agonizing clarity. I closed my eyes briefly as another wave of pain washed over me. I had expected more tears to come, but I was too mentally and physically exhausted at this point to produce any more. I shifted slowly onto my knees, the pain in my midsection reminding me of my wounds.

Gently peeling blood soaked shirt from my waist, I inspected the damage for the first time. Several shallow but ragged gashes ran across my rib cage, along with several harsh bruises from my fight with Bellatrix. I could tell that at least one of my ribs was broken from the sharp pain that they gave off when I moved. The bleeding from the gashes in my side had been stopped by the spell that I had used on them, but they were still raw and dangerous. I knew that I needed to get more help for my wounds, but the closest help for me would be my healer's kit that I kept back at the house, which contained many different types of potions and herbs. I had always kept my kit under my bed in my room, putting a concealment charm on it to make sure that nobody would find it. I grimaced in pain at the thought of returning to the house where my father had been murdered, I didn't know if I would be able to stand seeing his blood on the floors or his lifeless eyes. I could apparated to St. Mungo's or the Burrow for treatment, but I was wary of apparating for long distances with open wounds. Apparating when you're perfectly healthy is usually safe, but when you're wounded the chances of something going wrong like splinching yourself were much higher. So that left my own healing supplies. With a resigned sigh, I forced myself to my feet.

Ignoring the pain jolting through my body, I turned on my foot and allowed the constricting vortex to take me back to my house. I re-appeared in the forest behind my house, falling to my knees but miraculously not ending up splayed out on the ground. Ignoring my memories from the last time that I had been in this forest, I steeled myself to look up at my home, the place that had become the center of so much pain. When I finally glanced up at the place that had become a second home to me through the last year, I hissed in fury. Ice seemed to course through my body as I stared at the place where my house had used to be, now nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes. They had burned it to the ground. Ashes lay in piles and covered the yard, the grass had been charred black by the flames and smoke curled off the ground like living beings. I noticed dully that nothing was left, not even the cement foundation of the house. Fiendfyre , I thought darkly, remembering Hermione talking about the dangerous spell one night as the two girls worked on Charms homework. "It summons an unnaturally hot fire that takes on a life of it's own that's so hot it can destroy anything, it's one of the most destructive spells in the world. It's almost impossible to control, too", she had told me. " I doubt even most death eaters would dare use it if they were sane". Bellatrix defiantly wouldn't be considered sane by anyone, but wouldn't have wanted to leave any evidence as to what happened. She must have snuck back here after she regained consciousness and set it on fire. I hoped desperately that she had failed to rein in the spell and had been killed by her own foul spell, but I knew that it was a false hope. Bellatrix was exactly the type of death eater to use a curse like this.

Everyone will just think it was an accident, I thought furiously. They'll just assume that something caught on fire and we couldn't get out of the house on time. Nobody will question the fire or our deaths. After all this was Forks. Who would guess that someone would have had any motive to cause any harm to the police Chief or his daughter.

A breeze swept across the yard, stirring the ashes into the sky and sending my hair flittering in my face. The fresh air brushed against my ribs, the sharp sting reminding me of my injuries. I knew that I desperately needed to get help for my wounds. But did I dare apparated far enough to get to a magic hospital? The closest one was St. Mungos, and that was still a dangerously long distance away. I could go to the local hospital, but I hated muggle medicine and it would be difficult to explain my wounds to the doctors. I could just imagine that conversation. Hi there, could you help me? Oh, what happened? Nothing much, I was just attacked by a vindictive witch and her pet werewolf who has a thirst for my blood. It's cool, though.

Yes, that would go over wonderfully I thought dryly. I could go to the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley always had a well stocked supply of healing potions, and was a fairly skilled healer herself, not to mention the numerous other Order of the Phoenix members that were undoubtedly there as well. The Burrow was also closer than 's was, so there was a smaller chance of me accidentally splinching myself. The Burrow then, I finally decided.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring the sting from my broken ribs, I rose to my feet. "Ferula," I said, pointing my wand at my ribs, causing thick bandages to appear around my wounds. Hoping that would be enough to stop any serious injuries from occurring, I hesitated for a second before twisting in place and focusing entirely on my destination. The familiar, crushing pressure surrounded me, making my head throb with pain and my vision blur. Suddenly the pain in my side sky rocketed, making my stomach turn with nausea. The pressure suddenly lightened, allowing me to breath again and I knew that I had reached my destination, though only a second had passed.

I groaned as I collapsed in onto the hard ground, my vision fuzzy. I glanced down at my ribs to see fresh blood staining my shirt and trickling down onto the ground. The blood loss was making me weak and disorientated, and the darkness threatened to pull me under. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard a comfortingly familiar voice call, "Who's there?" I glanced up at the figure standing in the softly illuminated doorway of the Borrow. The figure came closer, gasping as they spied me curled up on the ground. "Bella", Mrs. Weasley exclaimed in surprise and worry as she recognized me. I wanted to answer, but the darkness was becoming suffocating, and I could no longer fight it.


When I woke up I was vaguely aware that I was no longer on the ground, but on a softer, warm surface. I was in a bed, with a thick pile of pillows stacked under my head. I knew that I must be in one of the Weasley children's bedrooms, and felt dimly guilty for whoever it was that I was kicking out of their bed. Hushed voices whispered around me, their tones worried. "When do you think she'll wake up", asked an unusually worried voice that I recognized with delight as one of my best friends, Ron Weasley.

"It might not be a while Ron", warned another familiar voice that was easily recognizable, Hermione Granger. "They fed her quite a bit of potion. She might not be awake for a while now."

"They had to. Her wounds are pretty serious, according to Lupin," added another voice that I immediately recognized with joy, my friend Harry Potter. The anger that laced his voice along with worry didn't surprise me. Harry had always been very protective of me, like an older brother. I wanted to wake up, to reassure my friends that I was fine, but my eyelids felt like they were made from concrete. I also noticed that the pain in my side was considerably better, and easy to ignore. I briefly wondered what type of potion they had made me drink. Whatever it was seemed to have left a fog over my brain, making me feel groggy and weak. I decided to allow myself to drift back into sleep and wait for the effects of the potion to wear off.

When I woke up again, my mind was clearer than it had been before. The light that filtered through my closed eye lids told me that I had been sleeping for quite some time. Nobody was talking this time, but the sound of two sets of quiet breathing near me, one snoring slightly, told me that I was not alone. I forced my eyes to open this time and sat up weakly against the pillows behind my head, ignoring the slight sting form my ribs. As I glanced around the room, I was surprised to see that I was laying on the bed in Ron's room. I was not surprised to see the two sleeping forms in the room.

Ron was sprawled out on a cot on the floor near the end of the bed, snoring quietly. Harry was sitting in the old rocking chair in the corner of the room, his head resting on his shoulder. They both looked to be deep in sleep, and I felt a slight pang of disapproval and guilt as I wondered how late they had stayed up waiting for me to awake. Just as I wondered where Hermione was, I heard quiet footsteps announce the arrival of somebody outside the door. A second later Hermione opened the door carefully, balancing a tray full of various breakfast items in one hand. Closing the door quietly, she glanced around the room. She rolled her eyes as she spied Ron and Harry sprawled out sleeping, and gasped loudly when she saw that I was awake. "Bella", she cried, almost dropping the tray in alarm. Her cry awoke Harry and Ron, causing Ron to fall off of his cot with a muffled exclamation. Hermione dropped the tray onto a small table by the door and ran to me, pulling me into a tight hug. The sudden movement caused my head to spin and my ribs to ache.

"Hermione, need to breath", I gasped breathlessly. She immediately released me and stepped back, looking sheepish.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Bella", she said began anxiously.

"It's fine, Hermione", I reassured her quickly. She stepped aside to let Ron and Harry pass, allowing them to give me equally tight hugs.

Once I could breathe again, I looked between my friends and asked, "How long have I been out?" I asked as Ron sat on the end of the bed.

"Almost two days", answered Harry immediately. "We had to feed you a healing potion to help you recover from the blood loss." Seeing my scolding glance he quickly added, "I know you hate them, but we had no other choice. You had already lost a lot of blood and you re-opened your wounds when you apparated." His expression turned disapproving and worried when he mentioned me apparating.

"What were you thinking Bella! Dissaparating when you were that injured, with open wounds even." Hermione exclaimed, looking upset. "That was extremely reckless. Just think of all the things that could of gone wrong", Hermione started anxiously.

"Mione, I didn't have much of a choice." I defended soothingly. "I knew that I was hurt, and that I needed a healer as soon as I could get one. What else was I supposed to do?"

Hermione sighed, defeated, and replied, "Sorry, I've just been so worried! Remus said that you would be fine, but you had lost so much blood, we thought ...", she trailed off helplessly.

"I'm fine Hermione", I reassured her firmly. At my friend's disbelieving faces, I added, "A little tiered, but I'll be fine." I didn't add that the gashes in my ribs were starting to burn a little, they were worried enough.

"Right", Hermione said disbelievingly, but didn't bother me farther.

I sighed and looked away from my friend's worried faces. Ron's room was still the same, eye watering shade of neon orange, with posters of his favorite quid ditch team, the Chudley Canons. My eyes found the tray of food that Hermione had left by the door, and the dull ache in my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten in over seventy-eight hours. I blushed when my stomach growled loudly and said mildly, "Ok, I might be a little hungry."

"Oh! Right", Ron said, looking slightly startled. "Mione, did you get", he started, stopping when he saw the tray of food on the table. "Oh, thanks", he ended, getting up to retrieve the food.

"What happened after I passed out," I questioned before taking a bite of a delicious looking berry tart.

"We were in the living room when we heard Mom calling for help", Ron said while enviously eyeing the food on the platter in front of me, no doubt trying to be a gentleman and allow me to eat my fill while trying to ignore his own seemingly insatiable hunger. I rolled my eyes at his typical behavior, and indicated with my hand that he should take anything that he wanted. With a small, half thankful, half embarrassed smile he picked out a stack of toast and continued, "We all rushed out and found her kneeling by you. She said that she didn't know what happened, that you just showed up and passed out."

"There was a lot of blood," continued Hermione when Ron had stuffed too much food in his mouth to allow his to continue, her face paling at the memory. "I think we all kind of froze, but Remus and Tonks were here to talk about a mission for the order and rushed over to help. They did some healing spells to stop the bleeding, and carried you inside. Remus looked over your wounds while he had Mrs. Weasley feed you a couple of healing potions to help your ribs and recover from the blood loss." she said in a shaky voice. "You've been asleep ever since."

I exhaled deeply, and whispered, "I'll have to thank him. Is he still here?"

"No," replied Harry. "He left a couple of hours after he stabilized you. I think he wanted to tell the Order that you were here, and injured."

Eating some food definitely helped to clear my head and restore some of my strength. My head was clear and un-clouded, and it was far easier to sit up than it had been when I had first woken up. However, the lift of the fog around my brain seemed to have been dulling the pain from the gashes in my side, which was quickly becoming extremely painful.

"How bad are my injuries," I asked quietly after finishing a small apple. I had no doubts that Remus and Mrs. Weasley had taken excellent care of me, but I knew that werewolf induced would were extremely hard to heal.

Harry's face darkened with protective fury as he recited, "When you got here you had three broken ribs, some pretty bad cuts on your side and you were covered in scratches and bruises. Everything but the cuts on your side should be healed by now." Worry tinted his expression as he continued, "The cuts could be a problem. Werewolf scratches are impossible to heal magically, so you'll just have to let them heal naturally."

"If I ever find the mutt that did this…." Ron threatened darkly, allowing his head to fall into his hands.

I let out a bitter laugh, much to the surprise of all of my friends, and said darkly, "Oh, I know who it was. Owe Greyback quite the bit of trouble next time I see him."

Ron began muttering a long string of furious curses as Hermione gasped in horror and covered her mouth with her hands. "Greyback! But how in the world did he find you? Nobody knew where you were but us," She exclaimed.

"He wasn't alone. Our old friend Bellatrix," I spat furiously , "seemed to think that it was a good time to pay me a visit."

"Her," demanded Harry angrily. His eyes flashed with hate, and I felt a sting of sympathy as I realized that Harry had been in the same stop that I was not long ago because of the same, vindictive witch when his Godfather Serius had been killed. "What was she doing there?"

"Both of them," Hermione shrieked in alarm. "Bella what on earth happened when you were in Forks?" I winced in pain at the thought of talking about the recant horrors in my life, about my own heartache that had been doubled when my father had been killed. Hermione saw my wince, and said quickly in an apologetic tone, "Oh, Bella, I'm so sorry! If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to," she finished, her eyes anxious.

"It's fine Hermione," I confronted her quietly. I knew that what she said was true, that none of my friends would pressure me into talking about what had happened, and the idea of prolonging the time until I had to relive the pain that I had been through in the last few months. I looked up at my friends, seeing the concern in their eyes, and felt a stab of guilt. My friends were undyingly loyal to me, they deserved to know the truth. My most recent heartbreak was painful enough to relive about, and I could not stand to think about the other heartbreak I had gone through. In this second, I missed him more than I could possibly imagine. The familiar pain lunged across my chest, and I automatically winced and crossed my arms over my heart.

Ron noticed and said in a panicked tone, "Bella, are you okay? Your side doesn't hurt too much, does it?"

"I'm fine," I whispered automatically. I didn't need to tell them the whole truth, I decided. They didn't need to know about my earlier time in Forks, the times that had been the happiest in my life. I could just tell them about the latest tragedy in my life. Taking a deep breath I said shakily, "I'll need to tell you eventually, anyways." Staring intently at the brilliant orange ceiling of Ron's room, I fought away the crushing guilt and pain so that I could speak, though I couldn't help the salty tears that trailed down my face. " Nothing really happened while I was in Forks. It's a small town, very boring," I lied expertly, fighting a grimace at the thought of lying to my friends. Contrary to what most people in Forks believed, I was actually an excellent liar. I also, wasn't as clumsy as I had pretended to be, although I wasn't exactly what you would call graceful. "Then, one day, I was driving home from school…


Sorry about the ending! I know, I'm evil :)

I'll try to update sooner this time, next chapter should be shorter. Also, look for a chapter from our favorite shopaholic pixie Alice's POV soon. Looking forward to that one.

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