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Chapter 3 – Just Wanna Scream

Hermione went to the library at lunch that day, intending to get some assignments done, but she found herself staring at the same lines over and over again, not taking a word of it in. She couldn't tear her mind away from Harry, and in the end sat there thinking up ways to get him to talk about his problems.

She thought of hexing him, and refusing to perform the remedy until he told her, but she found that she didn't want to force him into it, especially like that. Besides, he'd only get pissed at her. Then she had the idea that she could get him to start a diary, and she could just so happen to stumble across it and read it, but that was invasion of privacy, and he'd get even angrier than her using force. The idea of getting him to write what he felt in a song or story sounded good, but she doubted he'd do that, and even if he did, she didn't think he'd let her see it.

Hermione sighed and closed her book with a dull thud. She couldn't work, not now. Her mind was in another world, and she didn't think it would be back for a while.

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Harry headed up to the Gryffindor common room after lunch, mumbling goodbyes to Ron and Hermione, who were going their separate ways. He approached the portrait hole with a rather depressive aura around him.

"Well, someone's feeling a little low today!" stated the Fat Lady plainly.

"Fuzzy Demon," muttered Harry.

"Are you sure you're okay, dear?" she asked him worriedly.

"I said Fuzzy Demon," Harry repeated.

The Fat Lady looked at him concernedly as her picture swung open on it's hinges. "Well, if you insist, but cheer up, you'll be fine!"

Harry climbed in through the archway now revealed by the portrait and marched right on up the staircase to his dormitory. He gradually gathered pace as he got closer, and ran the last few metres, slamming the door behind him. He leaned on it heavily, gasping for breath as a wave of horrible images collapsed into his mind. Suddenly Harry had the urge to just scream, run, get out, do whatever he could, to just do SOMETHING! He threw his bag across the room and tore down Dean's football posters. He ripped at curtain hangings, beat at the walls, screaming, and then just as suddenly, it ended, and he fell to his knees, crying uncontrollably. He wished the pain would just go away and leave him to die from the emotional wounds that were bleeding so badly.

Through his broken sobs, he whispered, "Why does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be me?"

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Hermione left the library and walked slowly back towards Gryffindor tower. She thought the whole way, about Harry, about Voldemort, about everything, but mainly Harry. She was so lost in thought that she walked right into the Fat Lady.

"Watch it!" she cried.

Hermione stuttered her apologies, but the Fat Lady batted them away. "Don't worry about it. Now then, password?"

"Fuzzy Demon."

Hermione entered the common room, hoping to go up to her dorm for a shower, but Seamus approached her halfway across the room.

"Hermione! I was hoping I'd find you, or Ron."

"Why? What is it, Seamus? What's wrong?"

"It's Harry," came the reply. "I don't know what he's done but it sounded serious, I didn't want to go in there but I thought he might listen to you."

Before he'd finished talking, Hermione was already at the foot of the staircase.