Disclaimer: Not mine, but then again what else is new...

Apologies: This took longer then I thought it would... However, you can blame a virus that likes to munch n my computer...

Rating: The fiction is rated R. There will be at lest one slash romance in this story, as ell as one character death, along with rape, angsty evilness, ect. Don't like it, then don't read it! This chapter is PG-13ish. I think... For now...

Dedication: since no one guessed the two pairings, this chapter is dedicated to Kristine Thorne for being the first person to put me on her favorites list. Go you!

Fallen Tears

By: Shivering Angel


It was dark.


That was Harry's' first thought as he looked as he looked around the room.
Nevertheless, as he looked again he realized that his assessment was wrong.
It was dim in the room, but candles lined the far wall, and dull red embers
glowed in the grate behind him.


He was sitting on something soft.



That was his second thought. Squinting in lacking light, he saw he was
sitting on a burgundy bedspread surrounded by silk pillows. He rested his
hand on the mahogany headboard, and raised himself up. He shivered
slightly, and discovered that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Looking
around in shock, he made his way to a tall chest in the corner of the room.
Pulling a robe out, he slung it over his shoulders, not noticing the lack
of bruises on his chest or legs.



"Cold?" a strong male voice asked from the corner. Harry looked around, his
face flushed. He had thought he was alone. After a moment, he located the
voice. A man sat in a chair by the corner opposite him. He was cloaked in
shadow, and hooded in an emerald green robe. Harry nodded slightly and the
Mystery stranger continued. "I do wish you would take it off... I know I
could keep you warm."



Harry started. What was...? Suddenly the man was upon him, touching, gently
probing his chest with his hands, which were gloved with soft black
leather. Cool lips fell upon Harry's face, and he let out a soft moan. A
hand came left his chest to tousle his long onyx hair, and the other pulled
his robe down so his shoulders were bare.



The man captured Harry's mouth with his own, and Harry closed his eyes
tightly as a sigh escaped his lips. The man's hood fell down and Harry
smiled into the kiss. He pulled away to see the man's face, and horror
filled his eyes.



"You! No..." He grabbed his robe but fell to the ground. There was a
searing pain in his arm.



The world went dark.



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Harry awoke with a start. His left arm twitched and he bit his lip against
a fresh wave of pain. Hauling his protesting body into a sitting position,
he looked at himself to discover the extent of the damage. The first glance
told him it was bad. The second glance told him it was worse then he
thought. The third glance suggested that lying down to die might be the
best option.



His legs were sore but not broken, and his left arm was hanging limp. From
his second year, he knew it was probably broken. He was reminded every time
he breathed that he had shattered at least three ribs. There were bruises
all over his shoulders, back, and legs. Suddenly he remembered that Dudley
had come back, the morning after... the incident. He had used his 'smelting
stick', taking out his rage for being forced into a diet, on a barely
living Harry and muttering about a pig's tail. The wound to his head was
still bleeding, but not quite as much. He felt it carefully. It stung under
his fingers, but the blood had begun to clot and the swelling had gone down
a bit.



It was dark again, through the crack under the door, so he knew it must be
after midnight. He raised himself slowly, and lost his footing when he was
hit by a wave of dizzying nausea. He sunk to the ground, but pulled
himself up again. He slipped out of the door, which Dudley had forgotten to
lock, and crawled to the bathroom.



He turned on the light and looked in the mirror. Shockingly, his face
remained intact, thought splattered liberally with blood. His chest was
black and blue, hardly an inch of normal pale flesh left intact. His arm
hung painfully at his side, and his hair was matted with blood.



He climbed into the shower, careful not to move his arm, and watched the
water dyed red pool at his feet before it was washed down the drain. The
hot water stung his raw scalp, but he welcomed the stinging sensation that
reminded him he was alive. He stood there for a long time, letting the
water run over his body, and into his eyes, before he finally climbed out.



It was only then that he realized what day it was. He had checked the clock
on the way to the bathroom, and it was 2:43am. Doing some quick math in his
head he knew that it was the probably the second of August. He shook his
head slightly, and went to find the first aid kit.



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One hour later, he was ready. He had put his arm in a sling, brushed his
hair, to cover the wound on his head, and, through some struggle, managed
to get dressed. Now it was time for the hard part of his plan.



He grabbed his wand, invisibility cloak and trunk, and made his way to the
door. At four o'clock, the sky was still dark and there was a chill in the
air. He made sure his hair was still covering his scar, and stuck out his
arm, wand in hand. Seconds later the knight bus pulled up in front of him.
He climbed in and paid the fine silently, muttering that he wanted to be
taken to Diagon Ally.



The bus took off. He was the only one there, so he arrived moments later,
after being jarred around in ways that made his bruised body protest
painfully. He climbed out of the bus, nodding to Stan, and walked down the
street.



He entered Gringots quietly, noting the one goblin on duty was half-asleep
in his chair. He handed him the key, still silent, and told him the vault
number. The goblin escorted him down to the tracks, where he was left with
another goblin, named 'Garget.' During the ride on the tracks, the only
thing Harry thought about was why all wizarding transportation involved him
being thrown around.



After they stopped, he got the gold quickly, and returned to the surface.
As he walked from the store, he systematically went about buying the things
he needed, from new robes, to accommodate his taller stature, to potions
ingredients, and new textbooks.



His eyes lingered on the new broom, the 'Silversnake.' Its sleek silver
painted frame was complemented by a thin black snake etched into the hilt,
where the brand name usually was found. He was willing to bet that Draco
Malfoy would have that broom by the end of the year. He glanced around,
noticed that other people had begun to arrive, and moved on.



After he finished shopping, he sat down with a sigh to consider his
options. The best plan seemed to be going to the Burrow. He had sent Hedwig
there at the beginning of the summer, so he went to the local owlry, paying
the fine to send the hastily written note telling Ron his plans.



He sat down at the ice cream parlor to wait for the return. There was only
one thing he knew for sure. He wasn't going back to the Dursleys. Not this
summer. Not ever.



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Ron packed his school things, and the things he would need for the rest of
the summer. Hermione's parents had been the ones to mail him claiming she
had been listless and irritable lately, but he was overjoyed at the
invitation. When he had found out that her fling with Krum had been just
that, a fling, he had almost cheered. 'Not that I had anything against them
going out though,' he added to himself, 'it was just nice to be able to see
my friend's house for the first time.' It was also nice to get away... but
he left that unthought of. He thought surprising Hermione would be the best
plan, and wanted to see her face when he showed up in her kitchen. Smiling
to himself, he finished packing.



Suddenly he heard a tap on the window. Facing it, he saw a large brown barn
owl beating on the glass he opened the window, and let the bird in to the
room. The owl stuck out its leg, and Ron carefully removed the note
attached there. It was from Harry.



Ron;

I'm coming over to the Burrow, is that ok? The Dursleys said that they want
me out of the house, and I need somewhere to go until school. Send your
answer back pronto with the owl, so I know, and you don't have to worry, I
don't need to be "rescued"



Thanks.

Harry




Ron bit his lip as he read the message. He knew he couldn't let his friend
down, but... No. Harry would come with him to surprise Hermione. There was
no reason the thought of his best friend being there should hurt as much as
it did. He scrawled a response back and finished packing, wondering how
Harry was traveling.



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Hermione cleaned her room slowly. She should have done this last night, but
she hadn't been thinking then. She was so tired lately, and she was having
trouble sleeping. As she sorted through her clothing, throwing things in
the laundry, she came across the Pepsi bottle from a week ago. She recalled
that night with a sigh. She was still throwing up, but she had managed to
eat a piece of plain toast this morning. She was rather proud over herself.
It was a small triumph, but at any rate it was something to celebrate, was
it not?



She was terrified of what would happen when school started. Would someone
find out? Would he ever notice her? She didn't even want to think about her
schoolwork right now...



With a sigh, she tossed the bottle into the trash and continued cleaning.



*





An hour and a half later, Hermione lay back on her bed, finished. She was
so tired, and wanted nothing more then to curl under the blankets with a
good book. In truth, she was about to do just that when there was a knock
at the door of her bedroom.



Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she stood up. "Yeah?" She called through
the door. Her mother called back.


"Dear? Can you come out of your room; we have a surprise for you!" Hermione
raised an eyebrow in the direction of the door. Normally, her parents
'surprises' were something along the lines of a new flavor of dental floss,
but they seemed too excited for that. She wearily opened the door to her
grinning mother.



"Come along Honey Bun, there's someone downstairs for you..." She
followed, not that she had a choice. Her mother had taken her by the elbow
in a firm, no-nonsense manner, and was leading her downstairs to...
Whoever.



Just as she was about to walk into the kitchen, her Father covered her
eyes. Seconds later, he removed his hands, and before her stood her two
best friends. Wide eyed, she wrapped them each in a tight hug. "I can't
believe you guys are here!" she called. "This is amazing!"



Her mother spoke. "They are both going to stay until the end of summer, and
we are taking them down to the Hogwarts express." She turned back to her
friends, who had pulled away after the hug, and noticed Harry was wearing a
sling.



"Harry! What happened to your arm?" she gushed, rushing to examine it.



He looked uncomfortable about it for a moment, but Ron cut in. "He already
told me," he said, "he fell down the stairs."



She nodded, and asked if he was ok. He assured her he was, and quickly
changed the subject. They set out for a tour of the house, finding that
Harry and Ron would be sleeping in the guest room together. She explained
that the house had two bathrooms, one in her room, and one downstairs, by
the kitchen.


Ron loved the house, both for its normalcy and the bizarre muggle artifacts
around the house. He was very cautious of the television at first, but soon
warmed up to it after a couple episodes of "'The Simpson's.'



That night, they went out for dinner at a local muggle diner, munching on
burgers and fries. Hermione tried to hide the fact she was not eating
anything, and was fairly successful. Ron was busy making a commotion about
the electric lights, and Harry was busy trying to shut him up.



And that was how things continued until it was time to board the Hogwarts
train. The only thing that interrupted daily life was the letter saying
Hermione had become a prefect. Ron said he was surprised that Harry didn't
get one too. Then again, with the amount of rules he had broken over the
years, it really wasn't that shocking.





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There you have it folks, chapter two. You like?





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Q&A

RoseRed: Thank you for my very first review!!! Unfortunately, neither of
your guesses were right, but keep trying.



Vana Everyoung: Thanks for the tip about anonymous reviews. I am new here,
and I didn't even realize I was blocking people! One of your pairings were
correct, but I'm not telling which. I really hope you can work everything
out and don't end up like Hermione! Lol, but at least you know that you
have a problem, and can work towards recovery.



Kristine Thorne: Thank you for all you support, and I hoped you enjoyed
this chapter!



Iani Ancilla: Hmmm... Interesting. You got one out of three pairs correct,
and now I'm considering writing a "Ron/lucius" fic... hehehehe.

Anyways, the "he" are different people, thank you for pointing that out to
me.



Crystal: ha-ha, you're not supposed to know who is raping Ron. Actually, I
never said Ron was being raped, now did I? Ok so maybe that ones out of the
bag, but I'm not telling who the object of Hermione's desire is. All will
be reviled in time...



Izean: I try... Thanks for the review!



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