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Chapter Three-- Bloody Tears
Harry could vaguely remember how he had arrived to be in his normal bed, in the gryffindor dorms. Which was where he was now. He remembered sometime during the night that he had been awoken by a very flustered house elf. Apparently the elf had thought him dead. Harry smiled sadly despite his current mood, and began to wonder what sort of sick-psycho the elf thought he was now.
Before Harry knew it, he had made it through the morning classes with a strange speed. Now Harry was left to himself once more, and sat near the lake that was on the grounds of Hogwarts. If he listened close enough, he could almost hear the strange sounds of the merpeople. Harry gripped the metal chisel from last night, tightly.
He trailed the tip of it down his forehead and jawbone as he looked into the water for his reflection. His hair was being blown slightly by the light wind, and he now had light circles forming under his eyes causing his glasses to look even more pronounced. Harry didn't care though. He hadn't cared about anything lately. The only feeling Harry was beginning to think himself capable of, was guilt.
A single tear slid down his cheek and without realizing it, he had began to press the chisel harder against his skin. The jagged point easily ripped at his skin along his hairline. He tightly shut his eyes against the pain, and allowed the chisel to fall from his grip.
Harry once more found himself staring dumbly at his reflection, where blood was dripping down his forehead. A tear fell from Harry's eyes and caused his reflection to change as the water began to ripple. As if the earth could sense Harry's mood, a cloud passed over the blazing sun. Thunder roared in the distance.
He slowly began to allow silent sobs to escape his lips, and his eyes turned a hazy green as someone grabbed him from behind.
Blood trickled down Harry's forehead, past his cheek to stain his robes. He could feel the tangy moisture against his lips. Instead of shouting out, or making any sign of movement when he had been grabbed Harry just stared dully at the person that was holding him by his shoulders, and weakly wondered why he couldn't come up with a name. He knew this person after all. Right? The blonde boy looked so familiar..
"Bloody hell Potter! Look at you!" There was no snicker on Malfoy's face as he said this. In fact his face was blank. He tried to keep his voice level and without feeling as he continued. Harry noted the little Concern that shone in his enemy's eyes. "Your bleeding."
'Obviously.' Though Harry was beginning to think of all sort of sarcastic quips in his mind, his mouth stayed shut. He had the urge to scream at Malfoy, to tell him to leave. To tell him to go away. Even to ask him why he cared. But he continued to stay silent like his body wouldn't let his mind speak. His temples throbbed as a cold gust of wind hit Harry's face.
"You should go to the Hospital wing Potter." Harry just stared. Draco began to think he was speaking to a brick wall. He searched Harry's eyes and face, for any sign of emotion. Pain, Hate, Curiosity, Anger.. Anything. But instead Harry sat there emotionless. His face showed no sign of pain or anger, little alone hate.
"I am not going to take you to the Hospital wing like a child Potter!" Said Draco with obvious disgust in his voice. Or at least he hoped it was obvious. Again, no reply came from Harry. "Snap out of it damn you!" Said Draco louder then before.
Draco stepped closer to Harry and ran his finger over Harry's cut. He expected Harry to cringe or yell, or something. But still the boy made no noise.
He began mumbling to himself. Suddenly Harry felt a pair of surprisingly strong hands help him stand. Harry's legs felt like jelly and he still couldn't control his movements.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but come on Potter. You've obviously gone nuts or something." Draco wrapped Harry's arm around his own neck, and slid his arm around Harry's back for support. He took a moment to wonder why he didn't cringe at touching Harry. Slowly Draco began to make his way to the Hospital wing. He prayed no-one saw him. This would be exactly the sort of gossip Pansy would thrive on.
Draco began to wonder why he was even helping Potter. After all.. He hated the boy right? [Just keep telling yourself that.] quirked a little voice in Draco's head. Draco sighed Heavily and continued his way to the Hospital wing.
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A short while later, Draco found himself inside the Hospital wing where he was helping Harry into a bed. Harry was still conscious but seemed only vaguely aware of what was happening around him. Madam Promfery was frantically rushing over to the two boys.
"Dear god, what happened?" Her eyes quickly scanned Harry's blood-crusted face. She quickly pulled her wand out and whispered a quick cleaning spell. In no time the blood was cleared off of Harry's face.
The cut was deeper then she thought. New blood began to leek out of his cut. Madam Promfery whispered a rather strong healing spell and pointed her wand at Harry's cut. When Harry was healed, he still sat in the same upright position and continued to stare lazily off into space.
"Err, What's wrong with him?" Asked Draco. A moment after the words left his mouth, a speck of emotion began to form in Harry's mind. As Harry snapped out of his current mental state, Draco kicked himself inwardly for still being present. Why hadn't he left after Potter was in custody with the nurse?
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Authors Note: Dun, Dun, Dun.. I love myself sometimes. I might have made a little to much happen in this chapter, and a little to soon. So i might shift it behind one or two of the next chapters. If that happens, im sorry. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter.
Teaser--
Harry's eyes scanned the room and he wondered aloud, "What am I doing here?"
His eyes fell from Madam Promfery to the blonde boy besides him who finally realized that they were holding Harry's hand, and quickly dropped it. Harry's eyes widened and his voice came out louder then he would have liked. "Better yet - what the hell is HE doing here?"
Ningchan: Well, have it then. See if I care. :=P
Artemis Astralstar: Sorry, I didn't realize I wasn't allowing Anonymous reviews. Now I should be.
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Chapter Three-- Bloody Tears
Harry could vaguely remember how he had arrived to be in his normal bed, in the gryffindor dorms. Which was where he was now. He remembered sometime during the night that he had been awoken by a very flustered house elf. Apparently the elf had thought him dead. Harry smiled sadly despite his current mood, and began to wonder what sort of sick-psycho the elf thought he was now.
Before Harry knew it, he had made it through the morning classes with a strange speed. Now Harry was left to himself once more, and sat near the lake that was on the grounds of Hogwarts. If he listened close enough, he could almost hear the strange sounds of the merpeople. Harry gripped the metal chisel from last night, tightly.
He trailed the tip of it down his forehead and jawbone as he looked into the water for his reflection. His hair was being blown slightly by the light wind, and he now had light circles forming under his eyes causing his glasses to look even more pronounced. Harry didn't care though. He hadn't cared about anything lately. The only feeling Harry was beginning to think himself capable of, was guilt.
A single tear slid down his cheek and without realizing it, he had began to press the chisel harder against his skin. The jagged point easily ripped at his skin along his hairline. He tightly shut his eyes against the pain, and allowed the chisel to fall from his grip.
Harry once more found himself staring dumbly at his reflection, where blood was dripping down his forehead. A tear fell from Harry's eyes and caused his reflection to change as the water began to ripple. As if the earth could sense Harry's mood, a cloud passed over the blazing sun. Thunder roared in the distance.
He slowly began to allow silent sobs to escape his lips, and his eyes turned a hazy green as someone grabbed him from behind.
Blood trickled down Harry's forehead, past his cheek to stain his robes. He could feel the tangy moisture against his lips. Instead of shouting out, or making any sign of movement when he had been grabbed Harry just stared dully at the person that was holding him by his shoulders, and weakly wondered why he couldn't come up with a name. He knew this person after all. Right? The blonde boy looked so familiar..
"Bloody hell Potter! Look at you!" There was no snicker on Malfoy's face as he said this. In fact his face was blank. He tried to keep his voice level and without feeling as he continued. Harry noted the little Concern that shone in his enemy's eyes. "Your bleeding."
'Obviously.' Though Harry was beginning to think of all sort of sarcastic quips in his mind, his mouth stayed shut. He had the urge to scream at Malfoy, to tell him to leave. To tell him to go away. Even to ask him why he cared. But he continued to stay silent like his body wouldn't let his mind speak. His temples throbbed as a cold gust of wind hit Harry's face.
"You should go to the Hospital wing Potter." Harry just stared. Draco began to think he was speaking to a brick wall. He searched Harry's eyes and face, for any sign of emotion. Pain, Hate, Curiosity, Anger.. Anything. But instead Harry sat there emotionless. His face showed no sign of pain or anger, little alone hate.
"I am not going to take you to the Hospital wing like a child Potter!" Said Draco with obvious disgust in his voice. Or at least he hoped it was obvious. Again, no reply came from Harry. "Snap out of it damn you!" Said Draco louder then before.
Draco stepped closer to Harry and ran his finger over Harry's cut. He expected Harry to cringe or yell, or something. But still the boy made no noise.
He began mumbling to himself. Suddenly Harry felt a pair of surprisingly strong hands help him stand. Harry's legs felt like jelly and he still couldn't control his movements.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but come on Potter. You've obviously gone nuts or something." Draco wrapped Harry's arm around his own neck, and slid his arm around Harry's back for support. He took a moment to wonder why he didn't cringe at touching Harry. Slowly Draco began to make his way to the Hospital wing. He prayed no-one saw him. This would be exactly the sort of gossip Pansy would thrive on.
Draco began to wonder why he was even helping Potter. After all.. He hated the boy right? [Just keep telling yourself that.] quirked a little voice in Draco's head. Draco sighed Heavily and continued his way to the Hospital wing.
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A short while later, Draco found himself inside the Hospital wing where he was helping Harry into a bed. Harry was still conscious but seemed only vaguely aware of what was happening around him. Madam Promfery was frantically rushing over to the two boys.
"Dear god, what happened?" Her eyes quickly scanned Harry's blood-crusted face. She quickly pulled her wand out and whispered a quick cleaning spell. In no time the blood was cleared off of Harry's face.
The cut was deeper then she thought. New blood began to leek out of his cut. Madam Promfery whispered a rather strong healing spell and pointed her wand at Harry's cut. When Harry was healed, he still sat in the same upright position and continued to stare lazily off into space.
"Err, What's wrong with him?" Asked Draco. A moment after the words left his mouth, a speck of emotion began to form in Harry's mind. As Harry snapped out of his current mental state, Draco kicked himself inwardly for still being present. Why hadn't he left after Potter was in custody with the nurse?
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Authors Note: Dun, Dun, Dun.. I love myself sometimes. I might have made a little to much happen in this chapter, and a little to soon. So i might shift it behind one or two of the next chapters. If that happens, im sorry. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter.
Teaser--
Harry's eyes scanned the room and he wondered aloud, "What am I doing here?"
His eyes fell from Madam Promfery to the blonde boy besides him who finally realized that they were holding Harry's hand, and quickly dropped it. Harry's eyes widened and his voice came out louder then he would have liked. "Better yet - what the hell is HE doing here?"