In Need Of Help!
"But please, Prof. Dumbldore, sir. You don't know what's my life is like. It's like I'm living two lives. One is a living hell, which I have known all my life. And the other one is heaven to me. It is like a safe-heaven, away from." Harry stops himself from telling the truth. At the same time the sleeves of his robe get pulled down, over his writs.
"I will see what I can do, young Potter." Prof. Dumbldore says, looking at Harry, over his half moon glasses, "But I can only try. Now go to class, young Potter. You don't want to miss another class, do you?"
"No sir." Harry says, standing up and walks off towards Charms.
A few days later, as Harry walks into Potions, Snape looks up at him.
"Potter! Prof. Dumbldore wants to talk with you."
"Yes sir." Harry says, turning around and walks back to talk with Prof. Dumbldore, once again.
When Harry sits down, Prof. Dumbldore is smiling.
"What is it sir? Will I be able to stay?"
"Not here." Dumbldore says, "But you can go stay with the Weasley's family, if you would like to."
"But why not here?"
"I don't think you would be safe here, Harry."
"But," Harry says, "You think I would be safer at the Burrow? Haven't you told Hermione, Ron and I that this was the safest place for me?" Harry doesn't stop to let Prof. Dumbldore answer, "Now you are telling me, that the place I thought was safe, is no long safe for me. But the people I want to get away from can't see Hogwarts! But they can see and find the Burrow. Is that what you are saying? Is that what you are telling me? Is it sir? Is it?" Harry yelling the last few lines, standing up.
As Harry stands up, his right robe sleeve goes up just enough for Prof. Dumbldore to see some new cuts, some old cuts, still healing, and some scars. Harry looks down, and pulls down the sleeve, not looking up at Prof. Dumbldore. He sits back down and looks down at his shoes, the shoes he had to buy for him self. Everything he has ever wanted, since starting Hogwarts, he has had to get himself. Nothing comes with ease for our little hero.
"You may Harry. When you get back to your Potions class, please tell Prof. Snape I wish to speck with him, after the class is over."
"Yes sir." Harry mutters, as he walks off with his head lowered.
Harry gets back to Potions just as it ends.
"Prof. Snape?" Harry says standing next to the door, as everyone leaves.
Ron and Hermione stop and look at their best friend.
"Want us to wait for you, Harry?" Ron asks, as Hermione nods her head.
They both have worry looks in their eyes.
"Nah. I'll check up with you guys soon."
"Yes Potter?"
"Prof. Dumbldore wishes to see and talk with you."
"Thank you Potter."
"Your welcome sir." Harry mutters.
As our not so happy hero walks off he sticks his hands into his pockets and kicks the ground every few steps, and muttering things under his breath. Without even knowing it, he walks past Hermione and Ron. Harry walks right into the common room. Right away he goes up to his dorm. After he shuts the door, Harry puts many locking charms on it, hoping nether Hermione or Ron will try to open the door. He falls back on to his bed and sighs. He lefts up the right side of his bed, and pulls out a small knife. "The pain should be gone soon." Harry mutters as he presses the cold gray/sliver piece of metal on to his pale skin, and sees the thin line show up. Soon after the line, Harry sees the sweet blood flow from the new cut. He picks up the knife again and again. Making each cut deeper and deeper. Each time he puts the weapon to his skin. Each time, dancing with death, again and again. Just trying to lose the pain, deep in him, from all the years of having to live with his aunt and uncle. Getting hit, kick, and just plan beet for no reason some times even.
Snape walks off to talk with Dumbldore.
"What is it sir?"
"I need you to keep an eye on Harry."
"But why sir? Why can't McGongall?"
"Have you seen his writs, Serevs?"
(Sorry if I didn't spell it right. I don't have a HP book with me right now. Please tell me thanks.)
"I can't say I have, sir."
"I was talking to him, just a bit ago, and I saw that he has cuts on his wrists. I won't be telling Prof. McGongall. I figure this would be better if Harry talked with you."
"What would you like me to do, sir?"
"Try to make him talk to you. But don't flat out say it."
"Yes sir." Snape says, standing up and walking off.
"But please, Prof. Dumbldore, sir. You don't know what's my life is like. It's like I'm living two lives. One is a living hell, which I have known all my life. And the other one is heaven to me. It is like a safe-heaven, away from." Harry stops himself from telling the truth. At the same time the sleeves of his robe get pulled down, over his writs.
"I will see what I can do, young Potter." Prof. Dumbldore says, looking at Harry, over his half moon glasses, "But I can only try. Now go to class, young Potter. You don't want to miss another class, do you?"
"No sir." Harry says, standing up and walks off towards Charms.
A few days later, as Harry walks into Potions, Snape looks up at him.
"Potter! Prof. Dumbldore wants to talk with you."
"Yes sir." Harry says, turning around and walks back to talk with Prof. Dumbldore, once again.
When Harry sits down, Prof. Dumbldore is smiling.
"What is it sir? Will I be able to stay?"
"Not here." Dumbldore says, "But you can go stay with the Weasley's family, if you would like to."
"But why not here?"
"I don't think you would be safe here, Harry."
"But," Harry says, "You think I would be safer at the Burrow? Haven't you told Hermione, Ron and I that this was the safest place for me?" Harry doesn't stop to let Prof. Dumbldore answer, "Now you are telling me, that the place I thought was safe, is no long safe for me. But the people I want to get away from can't see Hogwarts! But they can see and find the Burrow. Is that what you are saying? Is that what you are telling me? Is it sir? Is it?" Harry yelling the last few lines, standing up.
As Harry stands up, his right robe sleeve goes up just enough for Prof. Dumbldore to see some new cuts, some old cuts, still healing, and some scars. Harry looks down, and pulls down the sleeve, not looking up at Prof. Dumbldore. He sits back down and looks down at his shoes, the shoes he had to buy for him self. Everything he has ever wanted, since starting Hogwarts, he has had to get himself. Nothing comes with ease for our little hero.
"You may Harry. When you get back to your Potions class, please tell Prof. Snape I wish to speck with him, after the class is over."
"Yes sir." Harry mutters, as he walks off with his head lowered.
Harry gets back to Potions just as it ends.
"Prof. Snape?" Harry says standing next to the door, as everyone leaves.
Ron and Hermione stop and look at their best friend.
"Want us to wait for you, Harry?" Ron asks, as Hermione nods her head.
They both have worry looks in their eyes.
"Nah. I'll check up with you guys soon."
"Yes Potter?"
"Prof. Dumbldore wishes to see and talk with you."
"Thank you Potter."
"Your welcome sir." Harry mutters.
As our not so happy hero walks off he sticks his hands into his pockets and kicks the ground every few steps, and muttering things under his breath. Without even knowing it, he walks past Hermione and Ron. Harry walks right into the common room. Right away he goes up to his dorm. After he shuts the door, Harry puts many locking charms on it, hoping nether Hermione or Ron will try to open the door. He falls back on to his bed and sighs. He lefts up the right side of his bed, and pulls out a small knife. "The pain should be gone soon." Harry mutters as he presses the cold gray/sliver piece of metal on to his pale skin, and sees the thin line show up. Soon after the line, Harry sees the sweet blood flow from the new cut. He picks up the knife again and again. Making each cut deeper and deeper. Each time he puts the weapon to his skin. Each time, dancing with death, again and again. Just trying to lose the pain, deep in him, from all the years of having to live with his aunt and uncle. Getting hit, kick, and just plan beet for no reason some times even.
Snape walks off to talk with Dumbldore.
"What is it sir?"
"I need you to keep an eye on Harry."
"But why sir? Why can't McGongall?"
"Have you seen his writs, Serevs?"
(Sorry if I didn't spell it right. I don't have a HP book with me right now. Please tell me thanks.)
"I can't say I have, sir."
"I was talking to him, just a bit ago, and I saw that he has cuts on his wrists. I won't be telling Prof. McGongall. I figure this would be better if Harry talked with you."
"What would you like me to do, sir?"
"Try to make him talk to you. But don't flat out say it."
"Yes sir." Snape says, standing up and walking off.