People who are more easily triggered by this type of content should avoid reading this.
(TW): Explicit description of Self-mutilation, SH, Suicide attempts, Depressing content
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Ron sat in Transfigurations not tuning into the lesson and waiting for the class to end so he could go check on Harry. He stared out the window, when inches away from his face he saw Harry's falling figure. "Harry." He muttered. Wait? "Harry?" "HARRY!" He screamed as he jumped up from his desk. There were snickers from the Slytherins. "Mr. Weasley, I have been informed of your friend's absence in class and you must dearly miss him but that is no excuse to interrupt our lesson." McGonagall sighed. Ron ran towards the window and soon others followed even the Slytherins were interested. Each of them saw the falling Harry and there were shrieks and gasps from every student McGonagall sent each student back to their seats and walked over to see what the commotion was about. The moment she saw Harry her mood immediately changed, she whipped out her wand and a blue mist burst out of the tip of her wand and disappeared out the door. "CLASS DISMISSED!" She was biting her pale lips and she started running out of the classroom, her heels clicking as she went. Ron was as pale as snow and he was shaking intensely. "Yes…Mr. Weasley…you should follow me." Soon Dumbledore, Madame Pomfrey, and even Snape were running along side them. Madame Pomfrey paused Ron so he could drink a Calming drought. Ron, while shaking, gulped down the potion, and Madame Pomfrey held onto the bottle seeing that in his state he wouldn't be able to hold the bottle himself. The moment they stepped out onto the courtyard there was crowd of students, most of them pale with their hands over their face. Suicide from jumping off buildings was not common in the wizarding world, one would usually cast the killing curse on themselves. Dumbledore too looked pale, the usual sparkle in his icy blue eyes were not there to be seen. Snape meanwhile was shaking ever so slightly with his usual mask on his face, he would never dare show any emotion whatever the situation was. Madame Pomfrey took a quick glance at Snape and handed him a veil of the Calming Drought. Snape gave her a small nod and a slight pained smile before drinking the potion and his cold mask seemed to return. Madame Pomfrey was saddened but this meant that the potion had worked and she was glad. McGonagall shouts, "Students head back to your dorms in the meantime." and all the students rush along not wishing to lose any points. The sight on the floor as all the students disappear haunts them, there on the grass laid the small red figure of Harry, lying in a huge pool of his own blood, and his limbs were in all sorts of angles. They all shuddered and Ron seemed to pale again. McGonagall glances over and says, "Well? Are you just going to stand their and watch the poor boy die?" and that seems to get everyone back to their senses. Dumbledore picks the bleeding boy up in his arms ever so slightly, and was deeply shocked to see that the boy weighed no more than a wand. "Hold him carefully, most of his bones were fractured, including his neck and skull." Madame Pomfrey tells Dumbledore. She waves her wand over Harry's body and all blood seeps back into his cuts and the cuts seem to close. "This will stop the bleeding for now, but he has lost a intense amount of blood, I will seal the cuts entirely and get the blood replenishing potion once we get to my quarter-" She check the diagnosis to see that she had unknowingly healed more than 20 cuts on his forearm. Madame Pomfrey stops in her tracks, "Albus can I see him for a second." Dumbledore, confused, listens to her and lowers his arms a little. She walks right next to him and lifts up Harry's sleeve to see the remaining white marks of the cuts on his wrists. McGonagall gasps and Snape seems to turn his head away while Ron stood their frozen, he hadn't realized anything, even with all the time he spent with Harry. They all remained silent until they reached the Medical wing, Dumbledore set Harry down on the bed closest to Madame Pomfrey's desk as she scrambles along looking for all the bandages and potions. She opens the cupboard to see only 2 sets of bandages, she is sure that she hadn't used that many but takes the remaining bandages and grabs a handful of calming droughts and blood replenishing potions and sat down next to the bed, Ron sat down in a seat clenching onto Harry's hand. "Mr. Weasley you should stay in the medical wing along with Harry, Madame Pomfrey will check on you soon after Harry." Professor McGonagall said placing her hand on his shoulder, "He'll be ok" she assured him knowing that she couldn't promise it. Dumbledore sat at the feet of the bed looking ever so sadly at Harry. He was deep in thoughts, "16. He's only 16 and I've placed a huge burden on the boy ever since he was 11, I made him think that he had to be play the hero for the wizarding world…" Snape gave him a nudge. "Yes, Serverus?" "I think we should have a talk." Snape said glaring at the Headmaster. "What did you want to talk about?" Dumbledore smiled. "…Alone." Snape stated as he walked out.