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Harry awoke to chatter of familiar voices. He did not want to open his eyes, he did not want to be talked to, he did not want to face the world right then, and he did not want to live.
This was getting to be too much. He casted that dam spell on himself so he wouldn't care, so he wouldn't feel. Not only was it getting difficult but his magic wasn't up to par lately. Something needed to be done but what, he did not know.
Sirius paced the foot of the bed biting his thumb nail. Already he had changed from his animagus form to his human self a couple of times, desperately wanting for his godson to wake up.
"Sirius." Remus spoke. "You're giving me a headache. Stand still or sit down." Sirius changed back to his dog self and plopped himself down by Remus feet who was resting in a chair next to the bed. "Good boy."
There they waited for what seemed like hours when in actuality it was only a few minutes when Harry stirred to life.
Charlie marched down the hill of the school to his hut where he had sent his brother and girlfriend. He couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore and he wanted answers. He wanted them now!
At the door he paused, took a deep breath, and walked in. "Good afternoon." he spoke calmly.
"Charlie." Ron stood up from where he was sitting, drinking tea, and made his way to hug his brother. Charlie halfheartedly returned it. "What's wrong? Why are you all down?"
"I think you had better sit Ron." a brief pause as he nodded at Hermione as a hello. "Hermione."
"Charlie. What you want to speak about?" she twirled her teacup on the saucer.
Making sure his brother was sitting he ran a hand through his red hair that was a shade darker from all the hours he spent in the sun chasing dragons. "I'm here about Harry." he noticed the look both teens gave to one another. "Do you know what's wrong with him."
"Well-" Hermione started.
"You see-" Ron began.
Charlie waited patiently as they both glanced at one another again and Ron nodded his head slightly. Hermione started again.
"Harry hasn't been eating much these past weeks."
"And why would that be?" Charlie asked.
"He's been spending all his time studying, going to the libraries, being like Hermione except to the extreme. He quit Quidditch for Merlin's sake." Ron spoke.
"Besides his eating habits you haven't noticed a change of - personality."
"Well - actually - he has been a little distant and sometimes he isn't there. I mean he wont play chess with Ron or debate with Seamus and Dean has been complaining that Harry no longer laughs at his jokes."
"And you haven't maybe thought to inform the Headmaster or Poppy?" Charlie asked accusingly.
"Harry didn't want us to." answered Ron.
"So if Harry was bleeding on the floor near death and told you to not get help you'll listen?"
"No!" Both rushed, horrified at the very thought.
"And how is that different?" Charlie shouted. He just wanted to knock some sense into them. "Did you know that he casted a spell on himself?"
Ron paled and Hermione gasped.
"He's been walking around like a zombie and no one noticed until Dumbledore chanced a glance at him! Do you know that at this very moment it's killing him? His magic is connected to his emotions and-"
"Wait! What did he use?" Hermione asked desperately, guilt clearly on her face along with Ron's.
Charlie paused. He took several steps forward and placed his hand on the table top, leaning forward. "What did you do to him?"
Stumbling out of the hearth, Draco cursed as he tried not to drop a tome he held in his arms. "Severus!" he shouted.
"Draco, what a surprise to see you here." Dumbledore spoke with half a smile, peering over his half moon spectacles.
"Oh, Headmaster. Um - you see - I can really explain-" Draco fumbled as he tried thinking of an excuse to keep him from being expelled.
Dumbledore raised his hand stopping any sort of excuse. "It's alright Draco, I've spoken with Severus and he mentioned you would be dropping by."
"Did he tell you anything else?" Draco asked as he held the only hope he had in his arms.
"No, although he did tell me you had something to say to me." Dumbledore gestured to the seet across from himself. "Please, sit."
Draco did as he was told; the words poured from him on their own accord. As his lips moved he noticed that the smile in the Headmasters eyes were no longer true but forced.
The sun was shining through the curtain and Harry could feel the warmth spread across his face but his eyes, even closed, seemed sensitive so he turned his head as far as he could to the side.
"Harry?"
Warm hands held his cool skin and another warm hand was carressing his cheek, brushing aside his hair. Why were these people here? Didn't they realize he wanted to be left alone to wallow in his own self misery?
"Padfoot, close the blinds will you."
Sirius? Oh Sirius what are you doing here? Shame washed over him. He was being selfish, know matter how much he just wanted to give up and let himself get consumed by the cold darkness he just couldn't allow himself that luxury when there was people out there who would be hurt by his actions. Still, wasn't he entitled to some selfishness? Yes, the answer was easy but the simple fact he would die with a guilty consious in knowing his death would hurt those close to him was enough to admit defeat and fight, guilt was a very powerful thing although inconvenient at times.
"Come on Harry wake up."
No. Harry mentally sighed in defeat. He really didn't like the way his godfather sounded worry. With difficulty Harry managed to open his eyes, just a little, so they were slits. He smiled up at his godfather who had the cheesiest smile.
Headmaster Dumbledore was quiet, a little too quiet for Draco's comfort but he understood in a sence. Two of the Golden Trio had just turned on one of their own even if they had thought it was for the best.
"I think it's best not to confront them yet." Dumbledore spoke with a heavy sigh.
"What!?" Draco had hoped fort that Weasel and Mudblood to at the very least get expulsion.
"It might do more harm than good." Dumbledore stood, "See that you retrieve that contract Draco." Dumbledore was quick to hop in the hearth and floo to someplace that Draco cared little to pay attention to. Sitting there alone, Draco grabbed the glass cup that was on the side table and threw it. He didn't understand how the Headmaster could just walk away as if nothing mattered.
Authors Note: sigh I know! Very short but truely, I'm trying to get back into the flow of this fic and I promise it's coming to an end soon. Maybe a few more chapters, I've yet decided.... don't hate me! There might be a part or two in here that might confuse ya but it all works in the plot, just bare with me. .
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