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Harry's P.O.V
Harry slowly brought the knife closer to his the skin of his wrist, thinking about what had led to this… then he realized it was all his fault, everything. Death, destruction, hurt, pain, everything. He didn't care anymore, people didn't know how it felt… to be so alone, to hate the world, to hate being touched, to hate himself… he had started to cut himself at grim old place in the summer of his 6th year. He had been petting Crookshanks (sp?) absentmindedly when Ron had walked into the room and Crookshanks had tried to get away, harry who had been taken-aback, By Crookshanks odd behavior, not seeing Ron walk into the room, had struggled to keep him at bay, to be scratched on the palm of him hand. (author's note- not the middle, but that part of your hand that's like near your wrist, if you traced from your pinkie finger down to the bottom of your hand, that's what I mean.) (other authors note- when Ron saw Crookshanks run out of the room he ran after him, yelling at him.) Harry had just watched the blood rush from his cut in awe, it felt so right, if u just looked at it… it felt like the pain was being realized from him. He saw his blood slowly trickle from his hand onto his wrist. It looked like it belonged there, oddly enough. He didn't want to clean it at first, then something very unexpected happened, pain rushed threw his body, it was agony to feel such hurt, such pain. But he knew he deserved it, the only way to be clean was threw pain. But he could never be clean. He had to try though. That night he took a knife from the kitchen, it was small but more importantly sharp. He traced it along his wrists not cutting just feeling how it felt. It felt strange at first, it tingled, and for the first time he was scared. But then he cut, it felt wonderful, to have this sensation run through his body. He even grinned rather like a maniac, it felt so right. He deserved this, he deserved to be in pain. He deserved to die a slowly. But most of all he deserved to be in the pain, that was the main reason, he deserved this pain. He deserved it. He had brought this among himself. It was all his fault. It was his fault Sirius was dead, he cut deeper, it was his fault the world was in darkness, he cut even deeper, it was his fault that Valdomort (sp?) had come back, he started another cut, it was all his fault. It was his fault that his mother and father had died, he cut deeper into his new cut, it was all his fault, all his fault… it was his fault… all his fault… everything was his fault… suddenly he heard someone coming. Hermione was there standing in the door way----
Hope you liked it! I don't really know what's going to happen in the next chapter… so please tell me if you have any ideas!!!! O yea, what do you guys think of a Harry and Hermione ship in this? Well tell me what you think of it please! Thanx! Ill try to update soon!
-Natalie