Chapter 3

Draco cornered him . He doesn't think he has seen the blond in ages. He doesn't remember taking. The teacher had tried to speak to him. Draco pushed him. He hit a wall . A wand was in his face. HOW DARE HE! He's speaking. "Potter, are you even in there? Wow such a hero. I could kill you now." Harry took a deep breath the wall was cold against his back. He felt the anger boil beneath the skin. All light had been replaced by anger.

"Fuck, you can't even hear me can you?" Draco Malfoy laughed. In his face the blond had the nerve to laugh. "What you going to do now, there is no-one for you to hide behind." . . Harry grabbed the wand and pulled. Draco stumbled toward him. He threw his fist. It hit home. The blond fell to the floor .Harry still had the wand. The crack when his fist hit was satisfying. He smiled. It reminded him of third year. Mhh, moods gone. He looked at the bleeding Malfoy on the floor . It looked like fear in the grey eyes. Harry walked towards him. Draco shuffled into the wall. He snapped the wand and dropped it onto its owner. Malfoy looked like an animal. Harry smiled , the blond flinched. The anger ebbed away to wonderment. "Thank you." He had a new hobby- People watching.

Ron was with Hermione. Good. Seamus was scared of him. That's new. The feeling of detachment was wonderful. Unexplored. People were sad. The laughter was absent. Luna is walking towards me. She hugged me and gave me a black rose. Hermy gasped. I liked the rose it was sad.

We were in the common room when Hermione slapped me. I had just shot up. I could hardly live without my fix. It kept me going. "She gave you a black rose Harry." It was the first time she had said my name in ages. I was wondering when she would confront me. Ron had done a admirable job distracting her. She slapped me again! I suppose I wasn't listening. "Do you know what a black rose means Harry? Mourning!" She looks to be getting hasterical, I can see the tears in her eyes. I reached out and cradled her hands in my. "SHE IS MOURNING YOU!" She is crying. So I tell her- "Don't cry Hermion-Herm-Hermy."

Hermione flinched. With tears running down her face she looked at the shell of the savior. She looked at Harry. For the first time in the year she really looked at her friend. She sobbed. "You are on drugs aren't you? Oh Harry." She had been in denial all year. Her aunt had abused drugs and she had looked better than the thing that sat next to her now. She hadn't wanted to believe it. She thought Harry would get out of the funk. She had loved it when he laughed. She had tricked herself into believing it wasn't substance abuse. "Drugs?" Ron asked. She sighed, it was a muggle word. "Imo kay, smile Hermy." Harry had cupped her face. She felt the bandages on the hand and the tears renewed themselves. She caressed the hand in her lap and slipped the sleeve up to see the track marks. Harry tried to get away, she wouldn't let him. Heroine. The same as her aunt. Her aunt had overdosed. "What have you done?" He murmured looking in dull emerald eyes that wouldn't focus. He was lost. To all of them. They had done nothing and lost him. She started sobbing.

Ron watched as his Girlfriend sobbed for another man. He didn't know what to do. "Hermione, what is drugs?" This had caught his loves attention. "A problem."

Harry scrambled to the other side of the couch when Hermione's hand had relaxed. A scared animal. Hermione stood, fury shining through the waterworks. "You can't even say my name right! How could you! You are MY BROTHER." Harry flinched and wrapped his arms around shaking legs. She started shaking and ran to hug him. Mumbling words of calming sadness.

Ron watched, he felt detached as his love cradled her brother-their brother. Harry had started sobbing while being rocked back a forth. "I broke. I broke. Sorry hermy .So sorry. I broke." Fell from the raven boy. The black rose lay on the floor, a harsh reminder of what was lost.

She had told him everything about Drugs. Ron remembered the nights seeing Harry stick needle after needle in his arm. He vomited when he remembered asking to try. Even then Harry had saved him. There had been no-one to save the savior. Hermione hadn't spoken to Harry since that night. She kept the rose- Harry had given it to her. A stasis spell was placed on it.

"Why can't we help him Hermione?" they sat at dinner looking at a raven ghost smile into his food. "We weren't there. He is lost to everything. He is too broken. The pieces are missing. Cannot be fixed." She turned from the sight. "Why can't we at least sit by him." She had stood, anger raging. "AND WATCH HIM KILL HIMSELF EVEN MORE. NO THANK-YOU!" Hermione had stormed off. A frown had shadowed Harry for a second. Ron tried to reason with her once more. She had yelled that Harry was dead. Reluctantly he agreed. She still had the rose.