Chapter 2 was dismal. Flames are quiet welcome for it. Forgive me JK!
'Holy cricket, help me.' This was Harry's thought three days later as he lie on the dark green sheeted bed in Hermione Grainger's guest room. He had just gotten 'the guts' to end it there. He knew when Hermione found him it would traumatize her, maybe even permanently scar her, but thought that she would be better off anyway, without him to weight her down, besides Dumbledore can handle Tom Riddle, he Harry, had done enough.
The blood was spilling from his wrists, staining his white shirt and his shoes and socks, and even staining his skin. He couldn't help it as exhaustion, not the loss of blood claimed him into unconsciousness he cried out. "FORGIVE ME, LORD!"
Ron had been on his way to get Harry down for a breakfast, because Hermione was hurrying to get their breakfast done before her pool party started, where she would invite some Muggle friends over. IT was just the three of them in the house for the week and as he heard the cry of his best friend and the thump of a body hitting the floor, he worried it would be only two.
"HERMIONE! YOU EITHER BRING ME A KEY TO HARRY'S ROOM OR I'M BUSTING THE DOOR DOWN!" There was nothing in the way of an answer except thudding footsteps. "The key got lost a long time ago, why?" "Go away Herm." She didn't falter; she stayed exactly where she was. "Why?" Instead of answering he put his shoulder to the door. He thrust himself forward and the door came clear off its hinges, he would have to fix the damage before he left, that meant a drive to the hardware store and perhaps a totally new door.
He could do this easily, and Hermione had a driver's license so she could drive him there so that he could get a new door and hinges. Ron's mind lost all of that as his eyes fell on the bleeding form of his friend. Hermione looked unbelieving. "He slit his wrists, how long has he been lying there do you know Ron?" Ron examined him. "A minute or two, I don't think there's a need for an ambulance as long as we cover the wounds now."
"We will need to change the bandages every hour. Alright, Ron there is no time to waste getting the bandages from downstairs." She reached over and found one of Harry's white shirts which were luckily made of weak material. She cut two strips off with Harry's dagger and then tossed it aside, wiping her hand on her pant leg, and tied a strip to either bleeding wound, almost instantly the strip was red. She went to the other and got it covered too. "He will probably be out for a good long time..., do you mind if I stay with him while you're at the pool party?" Hermione said holding Harry tight.
"Hermione, he would have wanted you to go out there and have fun, and who's to say he won't wake up soon." Ron stood and moved towards the doorway. "Besides, he must've passed out from exhaustion, not loss of blood. There wasn't enough time for that, and he hasn't slept much, been spending early morning with a group of muggles. Now stay here while I go downstairs, the bloods already seeping through those things."
After Ron left to go get the bandages she sat down beside him on the floor and lifted his head and laid it on her lap, stroking his hair. The first thing she would have to do when he woke up was to plant one on his lips; the second was to slap him across the face. That was horrible! To think that about someone she loved... wait a second... she had just admitted it. "I... love him."
Ron who had been standing in the doorway now approached and said. "I know you do. Now lets get him cleaned up a bit." The bandages were put on and the blood Ron washed from his friends arm. "Foolish wench." He muttered; beginning to become tired of the way Harry was lately. He didn't truly know if he could take another one of these stunts... not now that the three were alone and their was more of a chance no one would catch him. They would just have to watch harder now, that's all, really hard.
'Holy cricket, help me.' This was Harry's thought three days later as he lie on the dark green sheeted bed in Hermione Grainger's guest room. He had just gotten 'the guts' to end it there. He knew when Hermione found him it would traumatize her, maybe even permanently scar her, but thought that she would be better off anyway, without him to weight her down, besides Dumbledore can handle Tom Riddle, he Harry, had done enough.
The blood was spilling from his wrists, staining his white shirt and his shoes and socks, and even staining his skin. He couldn't help it as exhaustion, not the loss of blood claimed him into unconsciousness he cried out. "FORGIVE ME, LORD!"
Ron had been on his way to get Harry down for a breakfast, because Hermione was hurrying to get their breakfast done before her pool party started, where she would invite some Muggle friends over. IT was just the three of them in the house for the week and as he heard the cry of his best friend and the thump of a body hitting the floor, he worried it would be only two.
"HERMIONE! YOU EITHER BRING ME A KEY TO HARRY'S ROOM OR I'M BUSTING THE DOOR DOWN!" There was nothing in the way of an answer except thudding footsteps. "The key got lost a long time ago, why?" "Go away Herm." She didn't falter; she stayed exactly where she was. "Why?" Instead of answering he put his shoulder to the door. He thrust himself forward and the door came clear off its hinges, he would have to fix the damage before he left, that meant a drive to the hardware store and perhaps a totally new door.
He could do this easily, and Hermione had a driver's license so she could drive him there so that he could get a new door and hinges. Ron's mind lost all of that as his eyes fell on the bleeding form of his friend. Hermione looked unbelieving. "He slit his wrists, how long has he been lying there do you know Ron?" Ron examined him. "A minute or two, I don't think there's a need for an ambulance as long as we cover the wounds now."
"We will need to change the bandages every hour. Alright, Ron there is no time to waste getting the bandages from downstairs." She reached over and found one of Harry's white shirts which were luckily made of weak material. She cut two strips off with Harry's dagger and then tossed it aside, wiping her hand on her pant leg, and tied a strip to either bleeding wound, almost instantly the strip was red. She went to the other and got it covered too. "He will probably be out for a good long time..., do you mind if I stay with him while you're at the pool party?" Hermione said holding Harry tight.
"Hermione, he would have wanted you to go out there and have fun, and who's to say he won't wake up soon." Ron stood and moved towards the doorway. "Besides, he must've passed out from exhaustion, not loss of blood. There wasn't enough time for that, and he hasn't slept much, been spending early morning with a group of muggles. Now stay here while I go downstairs, the bloods already seeping through those things."
After Ron left to go get the bandages she sat down beside him on the floor and lifted his head and laid it on her lap, stroking his hair. The first thing she would have to do when he woke up was to plant one on his lips; the second was to slap him across the face. That was horrible! To think that about someone she loved... wait a second... she had just admitted it. "I... love him."
Ron who had been standing in the doorway now approached and said. "I know you do. Now lets get him cleaned up a bit." The bandages were put on and the blood Ron washed from his friends arm. "Foolish wench." He muttered; beginning to become tired of the way Harry was lately. He didn't truly know if he could take another one of these stunts... not now that the three were alone and their was more of a chance no one would catch him. They would just have to watch harder now, that's all, really hard.