Denial Denied
AN: I don't own Harry Potter.
Anyone who reads The End of Those Days, please be patient, the next update for TEOTD will be November 10th, my sister's birthday. I would have made it sooner, but that is as fast as I can get it up... I need to write five chapters worth of novel in about a week and I'm just an amateur.
The next update for this will be within the next two months.
The rest of my stories are on hiatus until I find time, which probably won't be for another twenty years.
Enough of my babbling, on with the story...
Hermione had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach when she woke up the morning after they arrived at Hogwarts. She glanced at the clock and decided to get up for the day when she saw it was six thirty. She decided she would be more tired if she went back to sleep for a half an hour than staying up those extra thirty minutes.
As soon as she was ready she went to the Common Room, where she met Ron, who was no doubt eager for breakfast.
"Where's Harry?" she asked.
Ron shrugged and said, "He's probably down in the Great Hall; he wasn't in the dorm. He usually got up early last year as well."
They went down to the Great Hall talking about Harry along the way. Hermione vaguely noticed that Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGollangal were not at the Head table and Dumbledore seemed somber, as she wondered with Ron where Harry could be.
Hagrid started down the table handing the schedules out instead of Professor McGollangal, when he got to Ron and Hermione he said cheerfully, "'Ello you two, where's 'Arry?"
Ron shrugged and Hermione said, "We aren't sure. Why are you handing out the schedules?"
"I'm not all together sure, but Professor Dumbledore asked me to hand them out, so that's what I'm do'in," Hagrid replied handing them their schedules. "Well, I'd best be off, I have the rest of the schedules to give out."
"Bye Hagrid," they said together as Hagrid moved on. They finished breakfast and started walking to their first class, Herbology.
"I'm getting worried about Harry," Hermione said. "Even if he wasn't hungry he would have shown up to breakfast for his schedule."
"You know he's not you," Ron said. "He doesn't need to know all of his classes right away."
"Honestly Ron," Hermione sighed getting ready to give him a lecture.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," a voice behind them called. "Come with me."
They turned around to see Professor McGollangal with blood shot eyes and a great sense of foreboding dropped on Hermione's shoulders. McGollangal brought them to her office and sat them down in front of her desk. She sat down behind her desk and looked at them for a few minutes before sighing.
"I'm sure you are both wondering where Harry is," McGollangal said. "Last night, as Professor Snape was patrolling the halls he looked into the Boys' bathroom suspecting that someone was in there. Someone was indeed in there, Harry."
"Harry can't be expelled for being in the bathroom at night," Ron said when McGollangal paused for a while.
"Harry has not been expelled," McGollangal said. "Professor Snape found him in the bathroom unconscious... H-Harry had s-slit his wrists. We're still not s-sure if he'll survive."
"No," Hermione whispered. "I don't believe you."
McGollangal sighed and said, "I'm afraid its true Miss Granger. Last night Harry tried to kill himself."
"No," Ron put in. "He wouldn't. He couldn't."
"I'm afraid he did Mr. Weasley," McGollangal said trying to break through the two friends' denial.
"No," Hermione shook her head. "It has to be someone else. It's not him. You've mistaken him for someone else. I will not believe it is him."
McGollangal sighed again knowing there would be only one way to break through their denial, and that way was horribly cruel. McGollangal closed her eyes and said, "Would both of you please accompany me to the hospital wing?"
"All right," Hermione said as Ron nodded.
McGollangal choked back her tears at what horror she was going to make these children see. She led the way to the hospital wing and walked in silently with Hermione and Ron behind her. Pomfrey gasped when she looked up from some paperwork and saw McGollangal leading the students to see Harry.
Hermione gasped and dropped to her knees, as tears leaked out of her eyes when she saw Harry. No longer was he as pale as the sheets, but he was far too pale to be healthy; the bandages on his wrists were soaked through with crimson blood just made him look paler. Ron silently backed up into a bed and sat down abruptly.
McGollangal surveyed the scene through tear filled eyes.
AN: REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!! I'd like to know what you think so I can improve upon my story!
AN: I don't own Harry Potter.
Anyone who reads The End of Those Days, please be patient, the next update for TEOTD will be November 10th, my sister's birthday. I would have made it sooner, but that is as fast as I can get it up... I need to write five chapters worth of novel in about a week and I'm just an amateur.
The next update for this will be within the next two months.
The rest of my stories are on hiatus until I find time, which probably won't be for another twenty years.
Enough of my babbling, on with the story...
Hermione had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach when she woke up the morning after they arrived at Hogwarts. She glanced at the clock and decided to get up for the day when she saw it was six thirty. She decided she would be more tired if she went back to sleep for a half an hour than staying up those extra thirty minutes.
As soon as she was ready she went to the Common Room, where she met Ron, who was no doubt eager for breakfast.
"Where's Harry?" she asked.
Ron shrugged and said, "He's probably down in the Great Hall; he wasn't in the dorm. He usually got up early last year as well."
They went down to the Great Hall talking about Harry along the way. Hermione vaguely noticed that Madame Pomfrey and Professor McGollangal were not at the Head table and Dumbledore seemed somber, as she wondered with Ron where Harry could be.
Hagrid started down the table handing the schedules out instead of Professor McGollangal, when he got to Ron and Hermione he said cheerfully, "'Ello you two, where's 'Arry?"
Ron shrugged and Hermione said, "We aren't sure. Why are you handing out the schedules?"
"I'm not all together sure, but Professor Dumbledore asked me to hand them out, so that's what I'm do'in," Hagrid replied handing them their schedules. "Well, I'd best be off, I have the rest of the schedules to give out."
"Bye Hagrid," they said together as Hagrid moved on. They finished breakfast and started walking to their first class, Herbology.
"I'm getting worried about Harry," Hermione said. "Even if he wasn't hungry he would have shown up to breakfast for his schedule."
"You know he's not you," Ron said. "He doesn't need to know all of his classes right away."
"Honestly Ron," Hermione sighed getting ready to give him a lecture.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," a voice behind them called. "Come with me."
They turned around to see Professor McGollangal with blood shot eyes and a great sense of foreboding dropped on Hermione's shoulders. McGollangal brought them to her office and sat them down in front of her desk. She sat down behind her desk and looked at them for a few minutes before sighing.
"I'm sure you are both wondering where Harry is," McGollangal said. "Last night, as Professor Snape was patrolling the halls he looked into the Boys' bathroom suspecting that someone was in there. Someone was indeed in there, Harry."
"Harry can't be expelled for being in the bathroom at night," Ron said when McGollangal paused for a while.
"Harry has not been expelled," McGollangal said. "Professor Snape found him in the bathroom unconscious... H-Harry had s-slit his wrists. We're still not s-sure if he'll survive."
"No," Hermione whispered. "I don't believe you."
McGollangal sighed and said, "I'm afraid its true Miss Granger. Last night Harry tried to kill himself."
"No," Ron put in. "He wouldn't. He couldn't."
"I'm afraid he did Mr. Weasley," McGollangal said trying to break through the two friends' denial.
"No," Hermione shook her head. "It has to be someone else. It's not him. You've mistaken him for someone else. I will not believe it is him."
McGollangal sighed again knowing there would be only one way to break through their denial, and that way was horribly cruel. McGollangal closed her eyes and said, "Would both of you please accompany me to the hospital wing?"
"All right," Hermione said as Ron nodded.
McGollangal choked back her tears at what horror she was going to make these children see. She led the way to the hospital wing and walked in silently with Hermione and Ron behind her. Pomfrey gasped when she looked up from some paperwork and saw McGollangal leading the students to see Harry.
Hermione gasped and dropped to her knees, as tears leaked out of her eyes when she saw Harry. No longer was he as pale as the sheets, but he was far too pale to be healthy; the bandages on his wrists were soaked through with crimson blood just made him look paler. Ron silently backed up into a bed and sat down abruptly.
McGollangal surveyed the scene through tear filled eyes.
AN: REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!! I'd like to know what you think so I can improve upon my story!