I don't own Harry potter. I never have, never will. ~sighs~ Well, on with
the story.
As I sit here, watching you sleep, my mind wanders back to the beginning of the year. It turns out that you aren't the only one who has and invisibility cloak. The first few nights that I watched you sleep, it was as if you were scared: waking up at every little noise and the break of dawn. You sat up, looking around like you were scared. Then it seemed you remembered where you were and eased up a little. You go back to sleep, waking at every little noise again.
I watch you. I wonder, at first, what is wrong. You look so small. Too small, almost. Then it dawns on me: you're crunched up, like you've only got a few feet of space to sleep in. I walk over, to take you and straighten you out, but even before my hands come in contact with you, you bolt awake, scared out of your mind. You sense me, I can tell.
Why do you stay crunched up? Why do you flinch at every little sound, the break of dawn? My heart reaches out to you.
I have to leave... get out before you or anyone else wakes up. My next night is in for a scare. Fortunately, I never have to sleep.
My second night...
I come in early, to watch what you do. Unlike the other boys in your dorm, you don't change into your pajamas. Oh, wait, yes you do. You just change in the privacy of the curtains. I make a mental note to check on that later.
Your second night is no better than your first. Unlike Ron, you don't snore; you don't anything. From the looks of it, I'd swear you were dead. You don't move, almost like you... I don't know... I can't put my finger on it.
Nights are the same... I watch you sleep. You never change out in the open, you never move, never call out, never anything. You're starting to scare me, Harry, you really are.
You're still small, far too small. It's almost like your body is too small for your age. Harry... why do you stay crunched? You have this whole bed to yourself. I think that you're afraid you'd fall off. No, that's not it... sometimes you fall asleep, crunched up, at the edge of the bed.
You seem to ease up toward the end of the year, only to tense up again after out encounter with You-Know-Who. I think of how much I'll miss you during the summer holiday, Harry. You will write, won't you?
Oh, how much I'd like to tell you. How much you mean to me. How I don't want to leave you... never. Not now, not ever. How much you mean to me.
I was positive that I was making progress with you, but I am yet unsuccessful; thanks to You-Know-Who. All my work... ruined. How unfair. Please don't think that you're making me do this, Harry... I'm doing this on my own free will.
Several times since the beginning have I tried to straighten you out, but before I even get close do you jet awake. I've given up. You need to learn on your own, like Dumbledor said, though I highly disagree with him. Please, don't tell though.
You say your scar has started to hurt. Oh, how I believe how much it hurts. I can't do anything, and I'm so sorry. I know it hurts, trust me. I've been there, although I don't feel what you feel. I would do anything to help you.
Wow, I can't believe that this has all gone thought my head through the last few minutes.
Yes, I got far with you and now have to start over with you. I don't like to, but can't help but to wonder what happened down... down there. Dumbledor told his version, but I don't really believe him. I'd like yours one day soon, Harry, but I don't have the courage to ask... especially after my promise to that man who says he know what best for you... Dumbledor. Only you know, though I have been promised not to ask you. I will find out one day, Harry... I vow unto myself. This is my second to last night with you... before you leave.
Please, Harry... come back to me! Don't leave me! My years probably weren't as bad as yours, but I still need you and I know you need me. You need so many people.
My last night before Holiday...
You say you want to go to bed early. I run up to grab my invisibility cloak soon after you leave. I want to watch you extra close before we leave until September.
I make my way to you dorm, cloak drawn. I come in. No one is up here. I don't know why, but you pull out you pajamas, which I might add, are way to big for you. Going to bed this early? I wonder. I've never known you to go to bed early. Never. What comes next is the shock.
You pull off your shirt, I can't but to gasp and you turn my way. Sensing my presence, you quickly pull your shirt down, but not quick enough. I've seen enough of you to know why you change in private. Who did this to you, Harry? Why haven't you told anyone?
It's beyond a horrific sight. You've got scars... so many of them. What are they all from, Harry? I wanted to shout! I want to pull off the cloak, pull you into my arms and comfort you, but I know I can't. Oh, Harry! You should have told me!
'No,' my mind argued, 'he didn't tell you because he didn't want to burden you.'
No, I say back, not wanting to believe the truth.
'Yes, and you know it, too. He's obliviously never had any love before in his life...'
What about his parents?
'He's obliviously never had any love before in his life, after the time his parents died. He probably went through more in that time than you'll ever go through in your whole life, Hermione. Admit it, Harry's been abused.'
No, I won't admit it, I said, although my mind already had me convinced.
I pulled my hands to my throat, just at the thought. Since you didn't tell anyone, you'll be going back, Harry! Oh no, you can't go back there! Not after what they've done to you. Go to Dumbledor tomorrow and tell him. He won't make you go back after what they've done to you. He just can't.
It's been of my custom to take your hand. You don't seem to mind. It seems to help, and you know I'd do anything to help you. Your hand relaxes in my hand as I take it. For the first time in several months, I notice something. Something that looks awfully like blood. And it's fresh. Oh my! You're experiencing pain but won't yell out. You won't let anyone know. This isn't right... I'll be the one to fix it.
As I sit here, watching you sleep, my mind wanders back to the beginning of the year. It turns out that you aren't the only one who has and invisibility cloak. The first few nights that I watched you sleep, it was as if you were scared: waking up at every little noise and the break of dawn. You sat up, looking around like you were scared. Then it seemed you remembered where you were and eased up a little. You go back to sleep, waking at every little noise again.
I watch you. I wonder, at first, what is wrong. You look so small. Too small, almost. Then it dawns on me: you're crunched up, like you've only got a few feet of space to sleep in. I walk over, to take you and straighten you out, but even before my hands come in contact with you, you bolt awake, scared out of your mind. You sense me, I can tell.
Why do you stay crunched up? Why do you flinch at every little sound, the break of dawn? My heart reaches out to you.
I have to leave... get out before you or anyone else wakes up. My next night is in for a scare. Fortunately, I never have to sleep.
My second night...
I come in early, to watch what you do. Unlike the other boys in your dorm, you don't change into your pajamas. Oh, wait, yes you do. You just change in the privacy of the curtains. I make a mental note to check on that later.
Your second night is no better than your first. Unlike Ron, you don't snore; you don't anything. From the looks of it, I'd swear you were dead. You don't move, almost like you... I don't know... I can't put my finger on it.
Nights are the same... I watch you sleep. You never change out in the open, you never move, never call out, never anything. You're starting to scare me, Harry, you really are.
You're still small, far too small. It's almost like your body is too small for your age. Harry... why do you stay crunched? You have this whole bed to yourself. I think that you're afraid you'd fall off. No, that's not it... sometimes you fall asleep, crunched up, at the edge of the bed.
You seem to ease up toward the end of the year, only to tense up again after out encounter with You-Know-Who. I think of how much I'll miss you during the summer holiday, Harry. You will write, won't you?
Oh, how much I'd like to tell you. How much you mean to me. How I don't want to leave you... never. Not now, not ever. How much you mean to me.
I was positive that I was making progress with you, but I am yet unsuccessful; thanks to You-Know-Who. All my work... ruined. How unfair. Please don't think that you're making me do this, Harry... I'm doing this on my own free will.
Several times since the beginning have I tried to straighten you out, but before I even get close do you jet awake. I've given up. You need to learn on your own, like Dumbledor said, though I highly disagree with him. Please, don't tell though.
You say your scar has started to hurt. Oh, how I believe how much it hurts. I can't do anything, and I'm so sorry. I know it hurts, trust me. I've been there, although I don't feel what you feel. I would do anything to help you.
Wow, I can't believe that this has all gone thought my head through the last few minutes.
Yes, I got far with you and now have to start over with you. I don't like to, but can't help but to wonder what happened down... down there. Dumbledor told his version, but I don't really believe him. I'd like yours one day soon, Harry, but I don't have the courage to ask... especially after my promise to that man who says he know what best for you... Dumbledor. Only you know, though I have been promised not to ask you. I will find out one day, Harry... I vow unto myself. This is my second to last night with you... before you leave.
Please, Harry... come back to me! Don't leave me! My years probably weren't as bad as yours, but I still need you and I know you need me. You need so many people.
My last night before Holiday...
You say you want to go to bed early. I run up to grab my invisibility cloak soon after you leave. I want to watch you extra close before we leave until September.
I make my way to you dorm, cloak drawn. I come in. No one is up here. I don't know why, but you pull out you pajamas, which I might add, are way to big for you. Going to bed this early? I wonder. I've never known you to go to bed early. Never. What comes next is the shock.
You pull off your shirt, I can't but to gasp and you turn my way. Sensing my presence, you quickly pull your shirt down, but not quick enough. I've seen enough of you to know why you change in private. Who did this to you, Harry? Why haven't you told anyone?
It's beyond a horrific sight. You've got scars... so many of them. What are they all from, Harry? I wanted to shout! I want to pull off the cloak, pull you into my arms and comfort you, but I know I can't. Oh, Harry! You should have told me!
'No,' my mind argued, 'he didn't tell you because he didn't want to burden you.'
No, I say back, not wanting to believe the truth.
'Yes, and you know it, too. He's obliviously never had any love before in his life...'
What about his parents?
'He's obliviously never had any love before in his life, after the time his parents died. He probably went through more in that time than you'll ever go through in your whole life, Hermione. Admit it, Harry's been abused.'
No, I won't admit it, I said, although my mind already had me convinced.
I pulled my hands to my throat, just at the thought. Since you didn't tell anyone, you'll be going back, Harry! Oh no, you can't go back there! Not after what they've done to you. Go to Dumbledor tomorrow and tell him. He won't make you go back after what they've done to you. He just can't.
It's been of my custom to take your hand. You don't seem to mind. It seems to help, and you know I'd do anything to help you. Your hand relaxes in my hand as I take it. For the first time in several months, I notice something. Something that looks awfully like blood. And it's fresh. Oh my! You're experiencing pain but won't yell out. You won't let anyone know. This isn't right... I'll be the one to fix it.