Back in the common room, it was 8 at night. Only Hermione and Ron were in there.
"Where were you two!" Hermione asked, as soon as they walked in, and startled them.
"I found her in the bathroom, after Fred and George showed themselves as the two biggest jerks ever, crying her eyes out." Harry said.
Sarah opened her mouth, about to say something, but nothing came out. It took a minute.
"I was about to do that thing again, and Harry stopped me. I'm lucky he had gotten there when he did, otherwise, it would of been bad that time." She said finally. Harry smiled at her.
Sarah sat down on that long couch near the fire. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the floor.
Harry lied on the same couch, but on the other side. Sarah looked at him, and he gave her a look. She went over to him, and lied down with him, her head on his chest again, and him holding her hand, and they both stared into the fire. About 15 minutes later, they fell asleep. Ron and Hermione looked at them.
"They are kind of cute, aren't they?" Hermione said, smiling at them.
"Yeah. They look so happy together. But, I hear somebody coming." Ron said, and walked over to them, "Hey, hey, guys, someone's coming. Unlss you want to be caught like this, and prove Fred and George right, I suggest waking up!"
They woke up immediately, and sat on opposite ends of the couch. Just then, Professor McGonagall walked in.
"Sarah., follow me." She said, and Sarah got up, stealing one last glance at Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
Back in McGonagall's office, she was talking to Sarah about something
"Sarah, a student went and told me that you've been hurting yourself. Is it true?" She asked Sarah. But when she remained silent, McGonagall asked her something else.
"Show me your arm."
Sarah hesitated for a moment.
"Show me your arm, Sarah Michalen." She demanded, and Sarah had no choice but to she her.
She pulled up her right sleeve very slowly, revealing not a few, but a lot of cuts. About twenty.
"Oh, my. Sarah, we will not send you home, we will put you in the Hospital Wing, for a week. Two weeks. To make sure you wont do anything else. You'll be going in a special part of it. Then, depending on the circumstances, we might send you home for another week or two." McGonagall said, and Sarah had tears form in her eyes.
About five days later, the mysterious dissapearance of Sarah had the whole school talking.
"She was sent home, I know it!" Ron said on the Saturday morning.
"Oh calm down, she's in the Hospital Wing." Hermione said.
"I check a hundred times and she's not there!" Ron said.
"She's in the special ward." Hermione said. When Harry and Ron just stared at her looking confused, she added, "What?"
"There's another part of the Hospital Wing?" Ron asked, baffled.
"Yes, for people like Sarah. They're not many people in there, just about three." Hermione said.
"Ok, well, how about after breakfast we go and visit her?" Harry said.
"You really really like her don't you?" Ron asked.
"No, I hate her. I just pretend to love her." Harry said in a sarcastic tone.
"Ok, ok, we'll go after breakfast." Ron said.
They finished, and they left for the Hospital Wing.
"Excuse me, I know a girl here, who's name is Sarah Michalen, who's been staying here all week. Can we see her?" Hermione asked the nurse.
"Who are you?" the nurse asked her.
"Her sister. And, these are her best friends." Hermione said, the best friends were Harry and Ron.
"Go ahead." The nurse said, opening a special door, and revealing a pretty big room, with six beds in it, one with someone they knew very well. Only one was taken. Nobody else was in there.
"Sarah!" Harry said, running over to her, followed by Ron and Hermione. Hermione hugged her, and so did Ron, but oddly. Harry took her into his arms fully, and kissed her deeply for a second or two.
"I need out of here." Sarah said once Harry stopped, "They're making me go insane." She made a rotating motion on the side of her head with her finger.
"We have no idea. You're getting out in two days. It's almost been a week." Hermione said to her.
"I know, it's that I miss the way Ha--you guys always kept me company." Sarah said, almost saying something she wasn't supposed to, "And, anyway, McGonagall said two weeks. But look! They're gone!"
Sarah showed them her arm. They were, indeed, almost gone.
"Good! No more hiding them!" Ron said, sitting on her bed, and Harry and Hermione did so too. Harry was the closest to Sarah.
"Well, we'd better get going, well visit you later. We'll also leave you and Harry alone." Hermione said, and she grabbed Ron's arm, and they walked out. Harry and Sarah were by themselves.
"How have you bee-" Harry started, but Sarah just kissed him the same as they always had. And that's basically all they did for at least 10 minutes. After they stopped, Sarah replied to Harry.
"I missed that." Sarah said, and smiled. "That's what I've been doing here. Missing you."
Harry smiled, and he kissed her again. Only for two minutes, because somebody opened the door as they stopped.
"It's time to go, Harry." Hermione said. So Harry walked out, and Sarah turned around and layed down on her pillow.
She fell asleep.
It was now two weeeks since she had gone into the Hospital Wing, and Ron, Hermione, and Harry were waiting in the common room, along with loyal friends who ignored Fred and George, for Sarah's return. They heard a voice behind the portrait, and when it opened, a short, curly haired girl walked in.
"Welcome back Sarah!" All the loyal friends said, the ones who didn't care if Harry and Sarah had a relationship.
"Oh!" She said, and smiled really big. She gave everyone a hug. And Harry a kiss on the cheek, since she couldn't do anything else.
"I'm cured, mostly. But I have to go home for a week and a half, starting this Wednesday." She whispered Harry, Ron and Hermione. They frowned.
"It's lunchtime, let's go celebrate there." Neville said.
Everybody left, Except Harry, Sarah, and Hermione.
"You two can come, and you can leave early. 'll cover for you. I'll say something." Hrmione said, and left.
Harry and Sarah looked at each other. Then she ran to him, and he hugged her tight.
"I missed you!" She said, and they kissed for a second. "So much!" She said, and they kissed again.
She stopped.
"We'd better go down, not raise any suspicion. And then, we can to to Myrtle's bathroom."
"What if she's in there?" Harry asked.
"We can ask her to leave us alone for half an hour." Sarah said.
"Ok." Harry said, and he grabbed her hand, and they walked out and to the Grand Hall. They had to let go before they got there, though. They saw a large group of people sitting together at the Gryffindor table, and a head popped up. It was Hermione's. She called them over, and they ran there. Everybody there was smiling at them.
About 10 mintues later, Herimne spoke.
"Harry, don't you have to do that thing for me? I told you to go organize your books. Sarah, go help him." She said.
"Oh..yeah..come on, Sarah." Harry said, and they went directly for the dorm, but took a detour to Myrtle's bathroom.
"Myrtle, are you in here?" Sarah asked, holding Harry's hand and bringing him inside.
A ghost came flying down.
"What do you want?" She snapped.
"Nevermind, we'll just leave." Sarah said, and went to walk out with Harry.
"Oh, I see. You want to use the bathroom like last time again, eh?" Myrtle said.
"Not exactly like last time." Sarah said.
"Ok. Well, today you can't use it, I'm reserving it for some friends. Ghost friends. So, sorry." Myrtle said.
"It's fine." Sarah said. She and Harry walked out.
"I remeber last year. Where we had the D.A.? Maybe we can go there." Harry said. So they went there.
They did what they had to do to get in, and they went in, to find it was exactly like a bedroom.
"Oh thank god a bed." Sarah said, and layed down on it face down.
"You gotta share that!" Harry half-laughed, locking the door.
"Locked it?" sarah asked, though she knew full well he did.
"Yes, you saw me do it." Harry said, as he climbed onto the bed next to Sarah. She turned around, so she was facing up, her back to the bed. She took his hand.
"Oh, there's writing on your hand. Was that from Umbridge?" Sarah asked.
"I hated her so much!" Harry said, but he nodded.
"I got one, too. But it says something different." Sarah said, showing him her left hand. He took it, and looked. The words, 'I must lose my self-image', were etched in her hand.
"It's because she was sticking up for an evil, but really stupid kid last year. She said he was doing better than me reading. I said, 'Really? He can read? I didn't really know that! I thought he was stupid! Unlike me! I'm smarter than him! Your putting me down as if I'm stupid! I'm smart!'" Sarah said, half-laughing.
"Oooh!" Harry said, and Sarah thought he was kind of getting upset at this.
"Let's stop talking, ad start doing some thing which we came here for, hun.." Sarah said, and looked straight into his face. He smiled. She took him by the collar and brought him on top of her and started to kiss him deeply.
In 20 minutes flat, they were back at the same point they were yesterday in Myrtle's bathroom.
"Ow." Sarah said, interrupting a kiss.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You elbowed me." Sarah told him.
"Sorry." He said, and kissed her really deeply.
They were far past the point in Myrtle's bathroom.
They had gone past that extreme thing.
Way past.
"I'm really enjoying this for some reason." Sarah whispered to Harry.
"Why for some reason?" he asked her.
"Dunno. Just felt like saying that." She replied, and gave him yet another kiss.
"Iveou." Sarah said, in the middle of a kiss, trying to talk.
"What?" Harry asked her, stopping the kiss.
"I said I love you." She replied, and smiled.
"Me too." He said, and they continued for another 20 minutes on what they were doing. Then, Sarah got up, holding the blanket up to herself.
"We'd better get back!" She said.
"It's fine, let's stay here a little longer." Harry said.
"Fine." She said.
So they did the same thing for another 20 minutes.
"Ok, now let's go back! It's been an hour!" Sarah said, getting up and holding the blanket to herself.
"Ok, now, we can go." Harry said, half-laughing.
So, they got themselves ready to go and re-dressed.
Sarah wearing jeans, and a button-down shirt that was emerald, like her eyes, with two buttons left open at the top, and a tie at the side, with green eyeshadow, and green and white sneakers, and Harry wearing the same thing as before, jeans and a t-shirt.
They got their stuff together, and left the room.
Sarah grabbed his hand and they both started running towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Lemon Sweet. No, Lemon..oh no.." Sarah said. She coudn't remember the password. So Harry said it, and they ran inside, hands still clenched.
"I didn't expect you to take an hour! What did you guys do!" Hermione said angrily to them.
"Nothing? Hermione, calm down please. We didn't do anything bad." Sarah said.
"Then what did you do!" Hermione asked furiously, and Sarah whispered in her ear. "Oh, well, good."
Hermione walked away, and Harry and Sarah sat in the same long couch by the fire, and Sarah leaned her head on Harry.
"What did you say to her?" Harry asked her.
"I told her all we did is kiss, I wouldn't let you do anything else. It was the first thing to pop into my head to make her stop yelling at me." Sarah replied.
"Good." Harry said, and looked at her and moved himself so he was facing her.
"It's so quiet and empty." Sarah said.
"Yes. Want to know about Sirius?" Harry asked her.
"Sure." She replied.
"You know how everybody thought he was a murderer and stuff, meanwhile he wasn't?"
"Something like that."
"He used to talk to me in the fire."
"Oh."
"He died."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"He was really cool. He was an animagus." Harry said.
"Cool, I've always wanted to become an animagus." Sarah said.
"What would you be?" He asked her.
"A cat." She replied.
"Oh.." He replied.
"I just remembered. I got to go home on Wednesday. Only for a week and a half." Sarah said.
"I wish you didn't have to." Harry said to her, putting his arm around her.
"I wish this would never of happened." Sarah said, showing Harry both of her arms now, instead of just her right one. The right arm was mostly healed, but the left side was clear as crystal what had happened. Obviouly, they didn't know about that arm, until she was forced to show them, and that's why they were sending her home.
"Are you still doing it?" Harry asked her, fingering one of the cuts.
"No, they're just stupid for sending me home." She said.
"They're not doing it because they're stupid, but because they want you to stop. They don't want you hurting yourself like this. I surely don't." He replied, " And I don't want you getting to the point where you try to kill yourself by stabbing yourself."
"Too late, Harry. I already got stabbed." Sarah said, but with the look on Harry's face, she added, "I didn't do it. Someone tried to kill me by stabbing me in the back and below my neck, look."
She untied the knot at the side of her shirt, and pulled up the back.
"I don't see it. Is it higher?" He asked her.
"Yea, can you please help?" She asked him, and he pulled it higher.
He gasped. On her back, were three, almost crystal clear, long, stab marks.
"You see them?" She asked.
"Oh my god." He replied.
"And over here, too." She said, turning around and lowering her shirt on the top, showing him two large stab marks right below her necklin, on the right side of her body. "Plus, I think I might have a big one over here."
She lifted up her shirt just a bit, so it was under her chest, and right there, Harry saw one very large mark, it stretched almost all the way across her.
"Wait a minute, I don't remember seeing these when--" harry started, but he couldn't finish, Ron came running into the room. Sarah still had her shirt lifted up, a little above her chestline, and lowered it immediately.
"Boy, Hermione's going to be happy about this!" Ron said, smirking.
"She's not going to find out!" Sarah said, in a mocking voice of Ron.
"Why not?" Ron asked her.
"Because I'm not telling her, and neither are you! Nothing happened! I was showing Harry something!" Sarah snapped.
"Show me, then. What you were just showing him." Ron said, and sat down right infront of her.
So she did. She lifted up her shirt in the back, and showed him the three there, and the ones right below her neck. Then, she lifted up her shirt to right under her chestline again, and showed Ron the largest stab mark.
He didn't seem to be concentrating at the stab mark.
"Ron!" She snapped, and slapped him in the face, and stormed up to the girl's dormitory.
Ron sat there, staring at the ground hard, apparantly trying very hard not to look at Harry. His ears turned an amazing shade of red.
Harry didn't say a word. He just got up, and walked up to the boy's dormitory.