A/N: Second redone Chappy of previous "Harry Potter and a New Love" I'm leaving up the old copies because I want to see the transitions myself. Well...here goes nothing.

Chapter 2

"Lost in Tears"

Harry didn't know what he was doing. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he needed to get the fuck away from everything. All the people, the things...the memories and thoughts that the house had held for him. All either too painful, or making him too angry. He couldn't stand it anymore. Couldn't stand the constant stares they tried to conceal from him, the strained whispers, the blaming tones. It was all too much. The ones he thought loved him, were the same ones saying he caused them pain.

He supposed it was true. Hermione would say that they were just angry or scared. that they didn't really mean what they said, but that Sirius' death had affected them greatly. She would also hasten to add that she knew that it meant so much to Harry on a more personal level, but they still felt it too. He wouldn't care. He would just tell he didn't care. Oh Hermione.

In his haste to get out of that wretched place, away from Kingsley and Aruthur, he'd pushed her out of the way, scaring her, and making her feel bad. At first, he expected to feel remorse and guilt at what he'd done. He didn't. He didn't feel anything at all about that. About mostly anything. He was sorry that it might cause her such a reaction...sort of, but he didn't know what else to think. He needed it to be his turn to be worried about, sought after, even the one to be yelling occasionally. Tonight he'd gotten his chance. He'd done just that. Yet...that hadn't fully satisfied him. He needed something else. He need to know a few things, to figure them out, and he knew he couldn't do that with them suffocating him. That's what they were doing. They were trying to suffocate him, trapping him and giving him no escape. Trying to break him. He knew it. He thought about it.

It must've been that he was so deep in thoughts, and too busy keeping his broomstick steady that it wasn't until he heard the words that it became apparant that some one had caught up to him.

"CARPE RETRACTUM!"

Harry could have snorted then if the cracking sound of the gravitational spell wouldn't have covered it...and he wasn't being lurched backwards with the force equivelant to two opposite magnets attracting. He breath knocked out of him, and he suddenly stopped, beside Hermione. For the longest time she said nothing. Even as he began to slowly glide forward through the misting cold night air, she followed just as quietly right beside him. He lost track of time. He couldn't tell you where it began and where it ended. He couldn't tell you what time it was, or even where they were. He knew it would happen eventually and finally it did: Hermione broke the silence.

"Harry..." She started meekly, as if afraid his rage would come back again.

Harry only threw her a glace, that told her he was listening, but if she didn't continue soon he'd lose interest.

"I know what they did was cruel--"

Harry snorted.

"But you have to understand..."

And here it was. He'd thought the words might comfort him in the least. That they might somehow persuade him to change his mind and go back. They didn't. He didn't listen, just stared blankly ahead, and never stopped moving. It was almost as if someone had hit the big OFF button on his emotions. He played with the idea in his mind, to entertain himself while Hermione basically repeated exactly what he thought she'd say had she been there with him. The image changed to the button, with the big OFF above it, when suddenly, like magic, the word FUCK was taped on the left of it, making it say very clearly: FUCK OFF.

"..So you have to know that even though they weren't as greatly affected as you were on such a deeply personal level, that they are hurt too. Grieving in their own way."

"By blaming the only person they know will let them." Harry snarled out. Intending there to be much more venom then there was.

"Why...would you think they thought you would let them walk over you Harry...you know that's not true."

"Isn't it?" Harry asked bitterly. "They know that I'm his godson, and that I went after him when Voldemort was supposedly attacking him. They knew that he only came because I was there. And if I wasn't there, he never would have come there to save me, and never would have been lost in that veil. If I had never existed even then--"

"Don't. You. Dare. Finish. That. Sentence." Hermione said quietly and with so much authoriety and chastise in them, that Harry felt only a little bit stung. Which was an improvement from feeling really nothing.

Harry slowly turned his head and stopped in mid-air. He knew his eyes were giving every emotion away, and right now he didn't care. He need something...someone, to understand what he was going through. He needed someone to know how he felt when things were like this, and when people around him that used to love him without a second thought, now looked at him like he was an animal. He needed someone to understand that he needed someone. No, most importantly, he just needed someone. Who better than Hermione?

They were closer to the ground, and they touched down, and there was a huge billowing Willow near by that they slid through the drooping leaves quietly, and the moonlight sifted through the leaves, creating a little light. Enough for Hermione to see. When the light reflected in Harry's eyes, as she told him to look at her, she saw everything. The widest variety of pain she had ever seen in her life, and she saw it all flick through his eyes. It stabbed her in the heart and closed around her throat. Harry was in pain. He wasn't holding back either. He just sobbed.

It came unexpectedly really. She'd been looking into his eyes, and then all the sudden, she was rubbing and soothing Harry on his back. She hugged him as he soaked her cloack and shirts through and through. She didn't make him stop, or yell or even look at him funny, she just sat there and took it all in. It was alot to take in really. He poured everything out in that good crying session. She soon found herself noticing that it was more than just the pain of losing someone they loved, it was more than the pain of knowing he was held responsible by some, it was more than the reluctant love of many surrounding him, it was more than her and Ron barely containing themselves around Harry, and practically leaving him alone at all times, abandoning him. There was something she couldn't place, and she knew that she desperatly had to, or else she might lose him. People can't carry around burdens like the one he seemed to be holding on to. They'd eventually break, and for Harry, later on, it'd be more than sobbing.

"Harry." She whispered gently against him.

He said nothing, only leaned hesitantly out of her embrace, having cried himself dry.

"What were in those tears?"

For a moment he just sat there and looked at her.

"Pain."

He replied to her.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"You didn't notice. You never asked. I wouldn't have told you." He finished.

On all three accounts Hermione expected that he was right. She didn't really notice, until now, she never did ask, until now, and she seriously knew he didn't tell her everything.

"I know there was pain there. I felt them Harry. I really actually, genuinly, felt them."

He just looked at her. It seemed that now that his crying session was over, that he'd have no more of being ever so transparent to her. It didn't matter. Not in the least, because she was already starting to place what was going on. In those tears, the ones he'd shed so willingly just now, the ones that poured everything out, onto her sweater, contained pain, fear, depression, sorrow, and want. A longing so unfulfilled and hollow she nearly choked. In crying the way Harry had done just now, he had shown her through his tears, that he was lost.

They were in the air again. They were flying aimlessly. Hermione vaguely wondered where they were going, and why they were still leaving away from Siri--Harry's house. So she asked.

"Harry...Where are we going?"

"I...--"

"Harry! I said, Where. Are. We. Going?"

"I don't know! I thought this was the way back...I think we're...lost."

"HARRY!"

"WHAT?"

"Oh god this can't be happening. Are you sure?" Hermione asked, making certain he wasn't just pulling her leg.

"No, I'm not sure. That's why we're flying around aimlessly, in no general direction. But just to make sure why don't you ask that willow we passed three hours ago?" Harry said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Fine. What now?"

"I don't know. All I have is my wand, my trunk, and the maruader's map. What good will any of that do us?"

"Harry! The Marauder's Map! We can modify it to detect different locations other than Hogwarts!"

"Hermione...I don't know..."

"Oh don't be silly. All we have to do is..."

With that, she started to work on spells and different incantations that would blend temporarily with the magic in the map. Within the hour, things were moving swiftly, and they had the finer details worked out...or so it appeared.

"Now look what you've done!"

"Me?"

"Yeah, Hermione, you were the on who had the brilliant idea of modifying the map! So therefore, it is your fault."

"Well, it doesn't matter. We're very close to a Magic Community, and we can ask for directions. I'm sure Dumbledore won't mind if we arrive at Hogwarts a few days early."

"Oh, and how would you know if it was a Magic Community down there? That could be just a muggle village."

"Harry, the signs clearly indicate that it is a Magic Community. Only wizards and witches can see the signs that lead to these villages, and it's how those who like to live alone and secluded get exactly that."

"Whatever, let's just go."

They touched down, tired and cold, and made their way to the first house they saw. Surely things couldn't get any more horrible than they already were.

A/N: I'm trying to get these chapters out as quick as I can...but I've hit a sort of writers block. I'm going to take a week or two just to re-collect my thoughts on where this piece should be headed. Then I will start re-writing it again. But as for now, here's the next chapter. BTW! I just got an idea for two or three new fics. Now I know that I can barely keep up with the fics I have going, but since I have writers block on this story, what more of an opportune time to start another? Anyway I like all the ideas, so I'm going to give the synopsis of all the stories down below, and you choose which one you would like to see first. HURRY AND VOTE!

The Reason Love is Blind

Author: Dark-Lighter0405

Rating: R (Just to be safe)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Description: Draco and Harry are friends...Well sort of. It's about a year after graduation, and they find themselves living together, living day-to-day lives of working jobs, fighting and calling names, and secluding themselves from the wizarding world. Through-out the year Draco and Harry go through different things with and apart from each other. Harry finds himself in a situation that calls the phrase: Friends with Benefits: to mind. What will happen when Harry starts to want to be more?

Dragon-Roses

Rating: R

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Description: Draco is kicked out of his house. He doesn't mind though...he is scared, but that doesn't change that he's a Malfoy, and Malfoy's do not show they're week. When one Herbology lesson catches his attention, he along with Harry are dragged into an adventure worth the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry Potter and the Dagger of Damnation

Rating: R

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Description: It's now five years Post-Hogwarts. Harry and Draco find themselves loving eachother, and fighting a losing battle against Voldemort. Secrets are revealed, and new things are learned, as Harry travels around the world, and even re-visits Hogwarts, to find the keys to Defeating his greatest Enemy. Feartures: A new power that Harry gains, Spells his father created after he caught Snape making his own, Voldemort's Secret Weapon, and much much more.

SMUT THAT I AM WRITING SOON:

I am so not Your Friend

Rating: T

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Description: Harry is aggressive.

Hey don't look at me! It's his fault I swear!

Rating: T

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Description: Draco reflects on his and Harry's relationship, and tells us exactly whose "fault" it is. You tell 'em Draco!