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Chapter Two: Disturbing Discovery

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The train slowed to a stop. Ron and Hermione quickly took Harry out of the train and rushed to their giant friend who was calling out for the first years.

"HAGRID!" Ron called running and almost falling to him.

"Hello Ron, had a ni-what's wrong? Wha' 'appened ter Harry?" Hagrid looked down at the weak, skinny teen.

"He won't tell us, can you help us get him to the hospital wing?" Hermione pleaded as she held on to Harry, fearing he would fall.

"Follow me-HOLD ON A SEC FIRS YEARS!" he hurried off to one of the carriages that were connected to the thestrals.

Not looking to what Hagrid was doing, Ron and Hermione quickly put Harry in the carriage.

"What do you think he's doing?" Ron tried to look through the window. He suddenly felt something fall on his side. Turning, he nearly gasped.

Harry had fallen unconscious landing on Ron. Hermione was getting more scared than ever, why was Harry so weak?

All of the sudden they started to move quickly towards the castle. So fast that trees were passing by in blurs.

Almost as quickly as they wanted they arrived in front of Hogwarts.

Hermione quickly conjured a stretcher. Ron laid Harry on it and the rushed in the castle through the halls and to the hospital wing.

"What on earth happened!?" gasped Madam Pomfrey when Ron and Hermione arrived with Harry in the stretcher.

"He wouldn't tell us, he fainted on our way here," Ron quickly said.

"What do you mean he wouldn't tell you? Oh never mind, lie him there," she pointed to the bed next to her and she rushed to get a potion.

Hermione and Ron lay Harry carefully on the bed; both were getting more afraid, Harry was so light.

"You can go off to the feast," Pomfrey hurried to Harry with a vile in her hand.

"No, we want to stay here," protested Hermione. Ron was about to go but he quickly turned back, trying to ignore his growling stomach which he had the suspicion everyone heard.

"He'll be fine, this potion will help him go back to his health, now go, I can hear Mr. Weasley's stomach from all the way over hear."

Ron's ears went pink. Hermione sighed and turned pulling Ron with him.

Pomfrey quickly opened the vile and took out her wand. "Ennervate."

Harry woke up.



Once they got in the Great Hall, Ron and Hermione had the suspicion that people knew.

When they entered almost everyone turned to them, when they noticed that Harry wasn't with them there was a lot of murmurs.

"Don't answer any of their questions if it's about Harry," Hermione muttered. Ron nodded. They walked to their usual seats in the Gryffindor table. The Sorting Hat Ceremony was over.

Hermione looked up at the staff table. All of the teachers were at their usual seats, and as usual there was a new face for the Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was a young woman who looked just as strict as McGonagall, only her hair wasn't in a bun, her black hair flowed out.

Sighing, Hermione tried to eat normally, trying not to show anything out of place. It wasn't hard for Ron though; he had nearly all of everything and was pigging out.

Hermione did a double take at the staff table. Dumbledore was gone.



Pomfrey got Harry to drink the potion, he was sleeping right now. He was slowly getting the color back in his face.

The door opened and Dumbledore walked in quietly.

"Headmaster what are you doing here?" blinked Pomfrey.

"Well I didn't see you at the feast, nor did I see Harry so I just supposed something must have happened."

Pomfrey sighed as she looked at Harry's sleeping form. "Something's wrong with him. He won't speak, he was completely weak when he got here, and from what Mr. Weasley's said, he fainted on his way here."

"Something tells me he'll be coming here more often this year," Dumbledore frowned.

"What?"

"He hasn't been eating much, he hasn't been sleeping much either, don't you think that's why he came here like this?"

"Why won't he speak? His voice box is fine he should be speaking properly."

"He probably doesn't want to speak. Last year did a number on him."

"What happened again?"

"His godfather died, remember?"

"But why is he-"

"He was innocent, he was the closest thing to a parent that Harry ever had."

"So he's turned suicidal?"

"That's what I fear; just keep a close eye on him if he comes here again."

Pomfrey nodded.



"I saw you and Hermione rush Harry to one of a carriages, what happened?" asked Seamus.

Ron didn't answer. The feast was over; everyone was in their dormitories getting ready for sleep.

"Hello?"

"Look I'm not answering anything so back off!" Ron closed the curtains from his bed and tried to go to sleep.

"No need to get so touchy," frowned Seamus as he turned to his own bed.

"HOLY HELL I DIDN"T FORGET ANYTHING!!!" shouted Neville.

Seamus and Dean rushed over to see if Neville was right.



The next day Harry was aloud to leave for classes. He still wasn't speaking. He went to the Gryffindor tower and suddenly realized he didn't know the password and even if he did he still wouldn't get in because he wasn't talking.

The fat lady looked down at him, he stared back. He sent commands from his brain to his mouth but he still couldn't speak, it was like his voice had been trapped inside him for so long that it just stopped reacting.

The portrait opened to his surprise but it was only because Colin was walking out he looked up at Harry and was about to say something but Harry walked in the tower before he had said anything.

A few people who were still there noticed Harry and stared at him as he went to the boys dormitories, when he was out of sight they started murmuring and wondering what happened to him.

"HARRY! I was about to see you! Are you ok now? You look a hell of a lot better," said Ron all at once as he hopped on one foot, tying his shoe lace.

Harry nodded and picked up his schedule which lied on his bed.

"You're still not speaking, are you?"

Harry didn't answer; he took his books and left for Herbology.

"Hey wait!" Ron grabbed his own books and rushed after him.



"Good morning class," said Professor Sprout cheerfully when she entered greenhouse three.

"Good morning Professor Sprout," everyone chanted.

"Today we'll be cutting up the roots from the Zeitonian plant. Who can tell me what a Zeitonian plant is? Yes Miss Granger?"

Hermione answered the question that obviously got Gryffindor ten or something points, Harry wasn't paying attention though. He looked at the Zeitonian plant.

It was a red plant with thorns everywhere, the veins were a darker red and the roots looked to be blue or purple.

"Ok class, start cutting, and be sure to be careful with the thorns, like Miss Granger said, they're poisonous," said Sprout.

Jumping out of his daydream Harry took his knife and began to cut the roots off the Zeitonian plant. It made a squeak as he cut it and let out a bit of blue liquid which smelled like the scent of a permanent marker.

"This is completely boring, I thought we were gonna do something exciting," muttered Ron as he cut the roots off his plant, he did it too harshly and got some blue liquid in his face.

Harry held in the laughter that was bubbling inside him but Hermione let out a snort.

"Not exciting?" she said.

"No it isn't."

"You might want to tell Sprout about your face."

"Why?"

"Because it's turning blue."

"Oh, no it's just the liquid stuff."

"No really, your WHOLE face is turning blue, go tell Sprout."

Ron touched his face, no blue liquid, "are you sure?"

"Yes, go! You look like Nightcrawler!"

"Who?"

"Never mind just go you look scary."

So he hurried to the professor who laughed out loud when she saw him which caused the whole class to laugh at him, if he was in his normal skin color his ears would be burning in embarrassment.

Harry went back to his cutting, he was half done (the plant had a lot of roots).

By the end of class everyone was done, they all had to clean their knives from the blue liquid though.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione whispered when the two were alone. Harry nodded, "are you sure? Yesterday you scared me and Ron, why aren't you talking?"

Harry didn't answer; he just kept wiping his knife. Sighing, Hermione finished her wiping and left for Arithmancy. She should have stayed longer though.

As Harry finished wiping his knife, his fingers were getting closer to the blade. He looked at its shiny sharp edge, hypnotized.

"Mr. Potter?"

He placed the knife to his wrist.

"Mr. Potter? You're gonna be late for class."

Crimson blood bloomed onto the blade, growing larger.

"Mr. Potter?"

Harry quickly cleaned the blood off the blade and walked past Sprout blood dripping on the floor from his right hand. Unfortunately the next class walked in and Professor Sprout never noticed the blood on the floor.
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