HAND SHAPED MARK.

"Here comes the airplane," said Terry, Harry's cousin trying to feed the too-stun-to-move Harry. Terry potter held a piece of bread and moved his hand to imitate an airplane. It was a feeble attempt just like the last twelve times. Ron was sitting on his bed looking rather glum at Terry.

"You were supposed to be able to wake him up from where he is," Ron scowled. Terry put the bread aside and sighed. He gave up and looked at Harry. He was laying side ways on his four poster bed, looking emotionless at something. His eyes have bags under it and red on it. Another red thing was the hand shaped mark on his left cheek. Terry needed to a solution to this. He was informed of the last night's event. He did not blame Hermione or Harry.

"He is too emotional right now, I can't do anything, it's either him to help himself or Hermione," Terry explained. Ron somehow understood what Terry was saying. He agreed it was either his friend to snapped out of it or Hermione tried to make some sense into him.

"Can you go inside his mind?" Ron asked nicely. "Like the last time you read mine," Ron said with utmost embarrassment.

"Sure but it will go no where," Terry said. He stretched his hand over Harry and muttered some spells that no one could hear. A watery layer appeared on top of Harry. They looked into the layer. It was like a pensieve. They saw Harry sitting in a dark room alone.

He was thinking of something and his thoughts could be heard. 'No one loves me,' his thoughts were in a crying voice that they could hear. His voice was rather spoken by a five year old. 'I try and try but I got it badly, no matter what I do it hurt badly at the end,' Harry thoughts were depressing words. Terry stopped the spell. He could not continue any further. Ron too could not continue listening to Harry's thoughts.

"What do you think?" Ron asked vaguely after a few minutes of silence.

Terry held his chin, he was thinking of an explanation to Harry's depression. "Well, first thing, the slap that Hermione gave has an impact on him. It was utterly confused him and his head went into a state where all the memories, thoughts and senses were put into one part. He could not hear nor see anything like right now," he explained to Ron.

"So that's why last night he didn't respond to Hermione," Ron said thoughtfully. "Right after the slap, he didn't know Hermione was feeling sorry for him and he ran here," Ron added.

"That's the first thing, the second is the stress that piled on him since he school started," Terry said, Ron was puzzled. "All of those stress came into him and formed a void from reality, am I making sense to you?" he asked.

Ron understood, "I understand but it's hard to explain it to Hermione."

"I haven't finished yet," he said, rolling his eyes at Ron. "The last thing was the love he talked about," he said.

"No one loves him, he try and try but got the wrong result from it, it's a gamble I tell you," Ron said unthinkably.

Terry frowned at his words, "It's not gambling for god sake, its life, the next time you breathe might be the last, and you young pureblood wizards don't know what life is all about."

"I know what life is," Ron tried to hide his impotence. "So what do you think?" Ron asked to change the subject of him.

Terry raised his right eyebrow and frowned. He answered Ron's question anyway, "He tried to give love but took last night event as a result of his test, what we need is someone to give him the real result to him and he will be alright."

"Really," Ron said incredulously, Terry hesitantly nodded.

"I've got to tell Hermione about this, she would figure out who would give it to him," Ron ran out of the room to find Hermione, leaving a confused Terry and still laying Harry.

"What a stupid bloke I have for a student? The answer to the solution is the girl you are trying to find," Terry said to himself, one of his bad habits. "Right Harry?" he turned to Harry. Harry was not answering as expected. Terry gave a big sighed. "Since you cannot eat, I cast a Fasting Charm on you," he flicked his wand over Harry. The spell will help him not feeling hungry for a day. Terry sat beside him waiting for any sign of movement form him while reading a book.

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That evening, Hermione was knitting some muffs for her S.P.E.W. She was not into it actually as she reminiscent what Ron said to her during lunch. She thought he was inconsiderate. He said that someone else should be able to help Harry other than her.

He did not mention anything about her but that's why he was inconsiderate. She put down her knitting and thought hardly of Harry. He has not come down yet. She wanted to see him but too scared to do see at the same time. She thought Terry did not do a great job and blame him somehow.

'What am I thinking? I'm blaming a teacher, I haven't blamed a teacher since the fifth year,' she thought harshly.

Why aren't you going to see him?

'But does he want to see me,' she tried to fight her conscience.

Don't you remember the third year and fifth year? He was there for you.

She remembered all of them clearly. He was the first to apologize when she was wrongfully accused. He was the one who came to her for help to rescue Sirius and Buckbeak. He was there to fight the enemy when she was downed at Department of Mysteries. He was the one to be there.

What are you waiting for, GO!

Her conscience ordered her to do the right thing. She stood up, gathered her Gryffindor courage and went to the boys' dorm. The other Gryffindors noticed her actions and started a gossip.

End.....of this chapter......

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