AN: So here is my new chapter I know it took me a while and I am sorry but I will try to update on a more regular basis from now on.
A HELPING HAND PART 7:
Blood, yes it was defiantly blood!
What else should it be when you cut yourself while trying to prepare food for Harry?
Hermione reached for her wand to perform a fast healing spell and berated herself for being so absent with her thoughts while cutting with the sharp knife.
Normally she did not even prepare food anymore.
She just used the handy charms she read about one time in the summer holidays but somehow nowadays she used it as a special time for herself where neither Snape or anybody else could ask her for anything and she had time to think about all the things that had happened in such a short time.
And that´s what she did.
Harry was still in bed and hadn´t left it once in 4 days.
Although Madam Pomfrey told her this was absolutely normal, she did feel a little left out.
She did not know all the details but she knew that: While she had her talk with Harry after he had fallen out of bed Snape and Dumbledore had a serious talk downstairs.
From the things they mentioned to her and the conclusions she had made ,she guessed that they were very scared after hearing the Prophecy because of the warning in it.
They seemed to think that after the brutal mistreating of Harry, it could be very possible that Harry would not see why he was taking all pain, difficulties and the possible death of himself, when fighting against Voldemoret after living with people like his relatives.
Well Hermione couldn´t blame them for this thought , she herself worried about it a lot.
She just could not understand their decisions to keep her from him for so long.
She guessed they wanted to control what was said to him and how he was treated in this days out of worry to cause even more damage.
But she doubted that it would be any good.
After all she was Harrys best friend and he surely wanted to see her as much as she wanted to see him.
The last time she had seen him he was fragile, laying on the bed.
Broken like something tossed away.
And really he had been tossed away from the Dursleys and that was what broke Hermiones heart.
Sure she trusted Dumbledore and after this 4 days she began to trust Snape as well but she couldn´t help but think that it would be better if she would be allowed to see Harry.
But now she coudn´t give him that feeling and that was why she began to cry silently while standing in the kitchen…..
She cried because of the unfairness in the world,
because of the way Harry was treated,
because of the things Harry had still to face in his future
and because she could not do anything against any of this things...
Snape went from the living room to the kitchen.
He just wanted to get himself a glass of water.
As he reached the kitchen he saw Hermione standing in the middle of it looking out of the window ,into the nothingness and crying.
At first he wondered why she would cry but standing there and watching her he realised how much stress it must have been for her.
True she had not been by Harry in the last 4 days ,she had just prepared his food ,cleaned rooms and stuff like that,but she must have been confused.
After all he ,Snape himself, had asked her here to help him watch Harry and know he and Dumbledore did not even let her to Harry.
Of course when he asked Hermione to help him they did not know anything about that damn Prophecy.
Now what to do?
He Snape could not go to her and comfort her so he did the only thing he could, he turned around and left to go to Harry and watch him sleep… on of his favourite activities this last few days.
He walked to the room where Harry lay and sat on the chair standing beside his bed.
Harry , as most times in the past 4 days , was asleep.
He almost looked relaxed but soon his features changed dramatically from relaxed to pained.
The pained, strained expression stayed for most of his dreams.
The only explanation that Snape could think of while sitting in his chair was, that the pain came from the inside.
It could not be physicly , after all Madame Pomfreys had assured him his injuries shouldn´t be painfull anymore.
But his screams seemed to real to be just for psychological reasons.
They reminded him of the screams of victimes who suffered the crucius curse.
But that could not be.
It had to be a psychological problem and here lay the difficulty.
With any other teenager you would just get him some help ore let him deal with this in his own time.
But Harry was not a normal teenager.
Every wrong decision now could not only cause damage in Harry´s life but also in the magical world.
After all the Prophecy said that if Harry changed sides and turned to the dark side there would be no way of winning against him.
All hope would be gone.
So once again Snape sat beside the bed watching the boy whos decision would be fatal for the whole world muggel as well as wizard.
The boy shifted in his bed and mumbled nervous.
Snape almost wanted to wake him, but he did not and keept on watching him whimper, turn and scream.
TBC
AN: I did some changes after reading this chapter again, figured I must have been drunk to write it like this the first time.
Well I am working on the next chapters and hope it won´t take so long.