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Author's Notes: This proves I have no life, haha, because I'm on the computer again. Computers suck. They're so addictive and then you just sit there bored not knowing what to do, but you don't want to get off because you just don't. Stupid bloody comps. Oh well, anyway, here's the fifth chapter.

The Red Blood:

Harry's head felt thick and heavy as he looked around. Not again . . . No. He groaned, but suddenly realized that he was in his own body. His body stumbled forward into the dark and he reached out in front of him. He felt drowsy and his movements were uncoordinated.

A sharp pain suddenly filled his side and he fell against a cold wall, dripping in sweat. He grabbed his side and a sticky wet substance slimed onto his hand. His eyes widened and he brought his hand to his face. Blood covered his entire arm, it dripped from a slit in his wrist and it swam out of a gash in his side. Harry stepped back feeling disgusted and he grabbed his head. The room moved around him and he felt himself falling toward the ground.

Harry bolted up from his bed as his head had hit the floor in the dream. "What was that?" He whispered to himself. He looked around to see Ron, Seamus, and Dean sleeping in their beds snuggly. Harry was released from the nurses a few days ago and ever since then he has not been feeling well at all. His shoulder was killing him, it hurt badly and it was even effecting his Quidditch, not to Angelina's amusement. Ron and Hermione kept talking about their O.W.L scores too which Harry really did not want to talk about. Not that he had done poorly. He remembered the day he received his O.W.L.s in the mail. It had been one of the more happier days of his summer.

Defense Against the Dark Arts: O

Potions: O

Transfiguration: E

Charms: O

Astrology: A

Herbology: A

Care of Magical Creatures: O

Divination: E

History of Magic: E

Harry had no idea how he managed even four O.W.L.s, but he was more surprised he received one in potions even if he had spent most of his time studying only potions. He was sure Snape would be really angry that Harry could go for the N.E.W.T. Of course Hermione managed to receive O.W.L.s in almost everyone of her subjects and they ones she didn't, well, let's just say she wouldn't stop complaining for days. Ron did only a little worse than Harry himself and was really proud.

Harry sat up and rubbed his head, trying not to dwell on every weird dream he had been having since summer started. His sixth year of school was going horrible. Snape had already yelled at him and Sara . . . Harry didn't know what to think. He mostly tried his hardest to stay quiet in her class and he hadn't spoken to her since the train.

Harry stood quickly and stared at a silver knife near his bedside. Ron had taken it to cut off tags on his new robes that Mrs. Weasley had finally bought him instead of hand-me-downs. Both Ron and Harry figured that she bought them because she no longer had Percy to buy them for. Percy was still acting like a prick and the Weasleys could not stand to hear about him.

Harry picked up the long knife and watched the moon shine against it. He moved to the bathroom and sat on a toilet seat in the stall. Tossing the knife in the air, Harry caught the blade between his fingers. It was light and the shining knife seemed tempting to Harry. He remembered how his cut finger at home had felt like a break from everything. Like a drug ridding pain. Morphine almost. The blood was warm and it had amazed him.

Why shouldn't he do it? Everyone was leaving him. Sirius was all he had left and he was gone. Even if the pain would only be gone for a minute, it would be worth it, right? Everything would cease to exist. Maybe it was escaping from reality, but Harry didn't care. He didn't care about anything. Nothing mattered. Everything in the world could die and well, Harry wouldn't care. He wished he was someone else. Anyone else and if he couldn't, might as well try to make his life a little better.

Harry ran the smooth edge of the blade down his wrist. One quick slice and it would be over. Tilting the blade carefully, Harry slid it down his wrist. A pricking pain made him wince and he bit his lip. At first a tiny sharp sting filled his wrist, but then as the blood bubbled up, it went away. His mind cleared and he watched the blood slide down his arm.

The door clicked open outside his stall and Harry jumped. "Har', is tha' choo?" Ron's sleepy voice sounded through the echoing bathroom and Harry looked around, his eyes filled with panic.

"Um . . . Yea." Harry muttered, snatching a wad of toilet paper. He wiped it across the blood running down his hand and his mouth fell open as the cut still bled.

"Almost don'?" Ron asked, yawning lightly.

"Erm . . . Yea, hang on." Harry shoved the toilet paper in the toilet and covered his arm with his pajama sleeve, hiding the knife on a high window sill near the ceiling. He opened the stall door slowly and slid out.

Ron frowned at him, his head nodding where he stood, "You alright? You look pale?"

Harry smiled awkwardly, "Er, yea, I'm fine. The bathroom is all yours." Ron scuttled into the bathroom and Harry moved to the sink, switching it on hurriedly. Rolling up his sleeve, Harry drowned his bleeding wrist in water, turning the clear water a dark red. A sharp pang sprang through his whole arm as the water washed the deep cut, but the blood would not stop and Ron was already flushing the toilet. The door to the stall opened and Harry flicked off the water, shoving his arm up his sleeve again.

Ron stepped out and he frowned, "Um, what's with your sleeve? It's dripping wet?"

"Oh," Harry grinned, "Yea, forgot to roll up my sleeves I'm so tired." He laughed lightly and Ron shook his head with laughter.

"Whatever." Ron washed his hands and left. Harry sighed with relief and went back to cleaning up the blood.

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Author's Note: Too tired to write more and I have to get up early and pack for Disney World. So, sorry if I left you off in like and "OMG, I want more." But I don't think I'll be writing anymore until Monday or Tuesday, sorry folks. Bye for now my lovely readers. =(