Chapter Two

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny went home to the Burrow for Christmas. For the next few days, Ron seemed very sick. Everytime he got really mad he would wonder around the house trying to find some glass or something sharp, but there was nothing.

"You leave next Friday," His Mum announced at dinner one night.

"Brilliant," Ron muttered angrily as he stabbed at his mashed potatoes.

"It's not that bad, Ron." Harry said.

"Yeah, well," Ron snapped angrily, "You're not the one that's going. You're not the one everyone thinks is crazy!"

"We don't think you're crazy." Hermione insisted.

"Yes you do," he shouted, "I'm the one with the problem. Right, it's a problem that I want to die. If you just let me at it, it would be better around here. You wouldn't have to put up with me!" he stood up and stormed out of the kitchen.

Hermione stood, but Harry stopped her.

"Maybe I should talk to him," he said as he stood and began following Ron up the stairs.

"I don't want to talk to you," Ron said as Harry entered his room, "And I don't want to listen either."

"You're doing this all because of me, " he said, "So I came to apologize for whatever I did."

"You don't even know what you did, do you?" he asked

"No."

He turned to face me.
"You know what you did?" he snapped, "You get everything. You get money, you get attention, and now you have my family. What more do you want?"
"You're doing this for attention?"
"Duh. I'll admit it, too. Harry, let me tell you something. Sirius knew. Sirius knew and he didn't give a damn about what I was doing to myself. He could've told you but he didn't. He didn't tell anyone that I wanted to kill myself because he didn't care. I guess I was too much of a burden to care about. I guess he thought I was being pretty damn pathetic."
I fell a ball of fire and ice in my stomach. Sirius knew?
"He knew?" I whispered.
"Yeah, Harry. He didn't even care. No one cared. When people asked I told them but they never listened. All they care about is you. If you were doing this it would be a bigger deal. A way bigger deal."
I was stunned.
"What did he do when he knew?" I asked.
"He caught me. He took away anything I could've possibly used. But cutting was like my security blanket, I had to do it. I literally had to. I got sick, just like I get now, so all he did was give me a knife and told me to try and stop myself. I never did stop."
"I don't believe you," I said, "I really don't believe you. If Sirius knew he would have told me!"
"He knew, Harry! He knew but he didn't care! He would only care if it were you!"
"You're lying!"
"Why would I lie? Just because someone didn't tell you something it is not the end of the world!"
Harry hit him. He was so angry.

'If Sirius knew, he would have told me,' Harry thought, 'I know he would..."

Unexpectedly, Ron hit him back. Harder than Harry hit him. He could feel his teeth tear through his lip as blood filled his mouth.

"Get out."
"Get out," Ron repeated, "Now."
Harry did. He left his room and went downstairs and into the kitchen. At first glance, Hermione healed the deep cut on the inside of my lip.
"That sure went well," Ginny said sarcastically, charming the dishes to wash themselves.
"Right, it went wonderfully," I muttered, "I really hope that facility does him good."
"He's leaving in 6 days, Harry. The best you can do is keep trying to talk to him. Don't talk about his problem, just talk like you normally would. Play chess with him. The next thing he needs is someone else thinking he's crazy when he's NOT."
"Okay, Herms," I said, "Don't have a fit."
"Thank you, it will mean a lot to me and it will mean a lot to him, too. Now let's get this kitchen cleaned up and just…just go to bed."
And that is exactly what they did.