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-Previous Chapter- Harry crippled the letter in his fist. He knew what she meant. She wants him to talk about Sirius. Well he didn't need her! He had pain.
The boy's eyes suddenly went very round and very wide. Where had that come from? What was happening to him? Why was he thinking like this? He put his hands before his face and examined them, as if expecting his reality to be a dream.
"What's happening to me?" he whispered aloud.
-Chapter Two-
He didn't know what to think. Was he going insane? He made his way to the chipped oak desk that stood next to the bedroom window. Grabbing a long white quill with shaking hands, (which he dipped in blue ink) he began to write the word "Hermione" on a small roll of parchment. "Well the only person that should be sorry is Percy. After all he's the only one being a jerk. I don't think I'm going to come to the burrow this summer. I haven't been feeling myself lately." He stuck the end of the quill into the bottle of ink again. "Thanks for taking care of Hedwig for a while. I really needed that time to think" and mourn he mentally added. "When do you think I'll get my firebolt back? See you September 1st, Harry."
He folded the letter and then handed it to the snow-white owl. She hooted and flew out the window; well she would have if it had been opened. Harry winced. That must have hurt. He stalked over to the fallen owl and stroked her feathers. She hooted again as he opened the window and allowed her to start her delivery.
Harry sat down on his bed. Why wasn't he going to go to Ron's? Pain said a small voice deep inside his mind. He screamed.
"Get out of my head!" he yelled.
'You know it's true. But you're in denial. You don't want to believe it's true. Just like you don't want to believe Sirius is dead. Pain is your escape. Without it-'
He screamed again. He shook his head violently trying to get the voice out.
'Without pain you will have to think about death. You will have to think of the-'
He banged his head against his bedroom wall. "Get out!" he yelled even more.
'You will have to think of the future. Pain is your savi-'
"Get out" he yelled. Screaming louder he ran and jumped out of his bedroom window. Glass shards scattered everyone, some even landing in the boy's arms and legs as he fell on top of the rose bushes that were beneath the window. A smile formed on his lips as he slipped into darkness.
The boy who lived slowly opened his eyes. Where was he? He sat up but was soon pushed back onto the fluffy mattress and pillow. He couldn't see. Where were his glasses? Then he heard a familiar voice.
"Drink this." It was Madame Pomphrey. Why was he in the hospital wing? He scrunched up his nose as a slimy, stinky potion was shoved down his throat. "Broken ribs, back, shoulder, arm, hand, leg. Glass stuck in your arms and legs. Black eye. What on earth happened to you? Get in a fight with a giant? A dragon? Oh come on now it's not that bad," she added as she noticed Harry looked as if he was about to gag. That potion tasted horrible.
"Who were they? How did I get here?" He was confused. The last thing he remembered was jumping out of his bedroom window and a voice. His eyes grew as wide as the lenses on his glasses. He had heard a voice that day. 'Pain is your savior' it had sad. Why? Why was it?
"They are those foolish muggles you live with. According to them you jumped out a window and landed in the rose bush" she gave him a stern look. "You got here because a week after you fell Tonks, Lupin and Moody came to take you Daigon Alley" again she gave him a stern look. "They brought you back here for treatment. Of course that was three weeks ago, so don't blame me if I don't remember all of it."
He was even more confused now. He was never told he was being taken to Daigon Alley. Wait, did she say three weeks?
"Three weeks? But I fell two weeks before school started. That means- WHOA!" Insert colorful words here. "I missed a weeks worth of lessons?"
"Yes and you're going to miss another five days for rest. Something you should be doing now. Go to sleep."
He closed his eyes and drifted off into dreamland.
He awoke the next morning to find three pairs of eyes staring down at him. He felt around the surface of the nightstand, looking for his glasses. He found them and put them on. The person on his left had long silver hair and a very long silver beard. The person on his right had red hair and freckles, while the person in-between them had bushy brown hair. He knew these people. They were Professor Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.
"A window? Bloody hell man! What's wrong with you?"
"Ron be quite!" although judging by the look on Hermione's face, she was thinking the same thing.
"I need to speak to Harry" he glanced at the other two and in a stern voice he added "alone".
Ron and Hermione left the informatory then glanced back before they closed the door. Professor Dumbledore sat at the end of Harry's bed. He sighed and then looked at Harry through his half-moon spectacles. Harry knew what the man wanted. He wanted him to explain. To explain why he jumped out the window.
'Pain. You did it for pain.'
His eyes went wide again. No. No. No. He did it to get that voice out of his head. He put his hands over his ears, trying to block out the voice.
'Don't lie to yourself. Pain. You did it for pain.'
He shook his head violently. Dumbledore leaned forward and shook his shoulders.
"Harry does-"
"No!" the boy shouted. He didn't want to tell Dumbledore. He didn't want him to know. It wasn't any of his business. "It's nothing. It's nothing. Seriously. I just, there was a fly flying around. I didn't-"
"Harry."
The boy immediately shut up.
"Tell me. Why did you jump out of your window? Why was your body so damaged?"
He didn't answer. After all he had the right to remain silent didn't he?
"If you do not tell me I will be forced to get it out of you." He pulled a bottle out of his robe pocket, and shook it. "Veritaserum"
Yeah right he thought. Like Dumbledore would really give me that potion. Oh how very wrong he was. He gagged as his headmaster shoved the potion down his throat.
He began to tell Dumbledore everything, starting from where he damaged his hand. Once he was done with his story he fell back onto the pillow, unconscious.
Dumbledore however stayed where he was. Eyes were wide and it looked as if he was going cry.
After about an hour or so he stood up and went to go find Professor Snape.
A/N-dun dun dun. Evil Dumbledore forcing it out of Harry. What does the future hold? O_o I don't know and neither do you. If you review you may just find out though.
Flame or praise I don't care.just please review
-Previous Chapter- Harry crippled the letter in his fist. He knew what she meant. She wants him to talk about Sirius. Well he didn't need her! He had pain.
The boy's eyes suddenly went very round and very wide. Where had that come from? What was happening to him? Why was he thinking like this? He put his hands before his face and examined them, as if expecting his reality to be a dream.
"What's happening to me?" he whispered aloud.
-Chapter Two-
He didn't know what to think. Was he going insane? He made his way to the chipped oak desk that stood next to the bedroom window. Grabbing a long white quill with shaking hands, (which he dipped in blue ink) he began to write the word "Hermione" on a small roll of parchment. "Well the only person that should be sorry is Percy. After all he's the only one being a jerk. I don't think I'm going to come to the burrow this summer. I haven't been feeling myself lately." He stuck the end of the quill into the bottle of ink again. "Thanks for taking care of Hedwig for a while. I really needed that time to think" and mourn he mentally added. "When do you think I'll get my firebolt back? See you September 1st, Harry."
He folded the letter and then handed it to the snow-white owl. She hooted and flew out the window; well she would have if it had been opened. Harry winced. That must have hurt. He stalked over to the fallen owl and stroked her feathers. She hooted again as he opened the window and allowed her to start her delivery.
Harry sat down on his bed. Why wasn't he going to go to Ron's? Pain said a small voice deep inside his mind. He screamed.
"Get out of my head!" he yelled.
'You know it's true. But you're in denial. You don't want to believe it's true. Just like you don't want to believe Sirius is dead. Pain is your escape. Without it-'
He screamed again. He shook his head violently trying to get the voice out.
'Without pain you will have to think about death. You will have to think of the-'
He banged his head against his bedroom wall. "Get out!" he yelled even more.
'You will have to think of the future. Pain is your savi-'
"Get out" he yelled. Screaming louder he ran and jumped out of his bedroom window. Glass shards scattered everyone, some even landing in the boy's arms and legs as he fell on top of the rose bushes that were beneath the window. A smile formed on his lips as he slipped into darkness.
The boy who lived slowly opened his eyes. Where was he? He sat up but was soon pushed back onto the fluffy mattress and pillow. He couldn't see. Where were his glasses? Then he heard a familiar voice.
"Drink this." It was Madame Pomphrey. Why was he in the hospital wing? He scrunched up his nose as a slimy, stinky potion was shoved down his throat. "Broken ribs, back, shoulder, arm, hand, leg. Glass stuck in your arms and legs. Black eye. What on earth happened to you? Get in a fight with a giant? A dragon? Oh come on now it's not that bad," she added as she noticed Harry looked as if he was about to gag. That potion tasted horrible.
"Who were they? How did I get here?" He was confused. The last thing he remembered was jumping out of his bedroom window and a voice. His eyes grew as wide as the lenses on his glasses. He had heard a voice that day. 'Pain is your savior' it had sad. Why? Why was it?
"They are those foolish muggles you live with. According to them you jumped out a window and landed in the rose bush" she gave him a stern look. "You got here because a week after you fell Tonks, Lupin and Moody came to take you Daigon Alley" again she gave him a stern look. "They brought you back here for treatment. Of course that was three weeks ago, so don't blame me if I don't remember all of it."
He was even more confused now. He was never told he was being taken to Daigon Alley. Wait, did she say three weeks?
"Three weeks? But I fell two weeks before school started. That means- WHOA!" Insert colorful words here. "I missed a weeks worth of lessons?"
"Yes and you're going to miss another five days for rest. Something you should be doing now. Go to sleep."
He closed his eyes and drifted off into dreamland.
He awoke the next morning to find three pairs of eyes staring down at him. He felt around the surface of the nightstand, looking for his glasses. He found them and put them on. The person on his left had long silver hair and a very long silver beard. The person on his right had red hair and freckles, while the person in-between them had bushy brown hair. He knew these people. They were Professor Dumbledore, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.
"A window? Bloody hell man! What's wrong with you?"
"Ron be quite!" although judging by the look on Hermione's face, she was thinking the same thing.
"I need to speak to Harry" he glanced at the other two and in a stern voice he added "alone".
Ron and Hermione left the informatory then glanced back before they closed the door. Professor Dumbledore sat at the end of Harry's bed. He sighed and then looked at Harry through his half-moon spectacles. Harry knew what the man wanted. He wanted him to explain. To explain why he jumped out the window.
'Pain. You did it for pain.'
His eyes went wide again. No. No. No. He did it to get that voice out of his head. He put his hands over his ears, trying to block out the voice.
'Don't lie to yourself. Pain. You did it for pain.'
He shook his head violently. Dumbledore leaned forward and shook his shoulders.
"Harry does-"
"No!" the boy shouted. He didn't want to tell Dumbledore. He didn't want him to know. It wasn't any of his business. "It's nothing. It's nothing. Seriously. I just, there was a fly flying around. I didn't-"
"Harry."
The boy immediately shut up.
"Tell me. Why did you jump out of your window? Why was your body so damaged?"
He didn't answer. After all he had the right to remain silent didn't he?
"If you do not tell me I will be forced to get it out of you." He pulled a bottle out of his robe pocket, and shook it. "Veritaserum"
Yeah right he thought. Like Dumbledore would really give me that potion. Oh how very wrong he was. He gagged as his headmaster shoved the potion down his throat.
He began to tell Dumbledore everything, starting from where he damaged his hand. Once he was done with his story he fell back onto the pillow, unconscious.
Dumbledore however stayed where he was. Eyes were wide and it looked as if he was going cry.
After about an hour or so he stood up and went to go find Professor Snape.
A/N-dun dun dun. Evil Dumbledore forcing it out of Harry. What does the future hold? O_o I don't know and neither do you. If you review you may just find out though.
Flame or praise I don't care.just please review