Authors Note; Yay, next chapter finally up! This one is shorter then I would have liked but what can you do? Anyways sorry for the long wait and please review. Thanks to the people that pointed out how I should work the rating deal, I was a little bit lost for a moment there.

And sorry for the cliffy at the end of the previous chapter, many people were less then happy with me.

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Rating; T, I am sure that you can guess why by now...

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Chapter 9

The morning after (very crappy title)

Darkness surrounded Harry's vision. Well, it couldn't even be called darkness, it was just…nothingness. Harry tried to look back into his memories to what had occurred before he got to where he was. But thinking was hard; it just sent a sharp pain through his head.

Suddenly he remembered…he should be dead. You're not suppose to feel pain when you're dead. He remembered the room, the bed, the knife, but nothing after that. He should be dead, but all signs were saying otherwise. Could some one have caught him, stopped him? Even if they did, who would really care?

Stretching out his senses he tried to move, to move anything. It felt like he was covered under a pile of sand, everything was so heavy.

Straining his eye lids, a normally effortless task, now seemed to take a lot of muscle power. Giving his all into the simple job he slowly felt his heavy eyes open. However when he was finally able to open them he was unable to see anything. Everything was blobbed together, realizing quickly that he didn't have his glasses on. But he supposed that even if he had his glasses on his person, his sight wouldn't be at one hundred percent.

Though, it was painfully obvious that he was in the hospital wing. He was already setting a record this year.

Sitting up slowly, he looked around. From what he could see of the room, the lights had been dimmed down. So since there was no other light, it must have been sometime at night.

He felt horrible. Not necessarily in pain, but something else. It was as if the pain he should be feeling had been masked by a potion or something of the like. Normally, and for most people this would seem to be an improvement then to feel the pain itself. But to Harry it felt stuffy, left with a bad feeling in his stomach. Something like paranoia, like he knew something bad was about but there was nothing that he could do. To him feeling pain would have been a better option. At least then he knew where he stood.

Looking around his bed he searched for his glasses. Not finding them, he laid back once again. At the end of the bed he saw a large black blob, and his curiosity peaked. But no matter how hard he squinted his eyes together, the mound of blackness remained unidentifiable. He tried to move his legs, but found it to be nearly impossible to even wiggle his toes.

Wondering silently on who would be at the end of his bed, he tried to get comfortable again. He really couldn't see who would want to be there, no one really seemed to care. Being on this train of thought, he began to ponder why he hadn't died. His plan had been fool proof, every one was asleep, and very few knew where the room of requirements was. But all of that brought him back to the question of who would want to stop him. Wouldn't every one be much better off if he was gone?

He had failed again; he couldn't even dispose of him self properly. He shook his head. What was wrong with him?

Realizing that all this thinking was earning him nothing but a horrendous headache, he tried to clear his mind and sooth his troubled thoughts. He closed his eyes and set on going back to sleep.

Darkness swept over him again, as he let himself go.

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Remus was sitting alone in side the kitchen; he was sipping slowly on some very strong coffee. Normally tea was his thing but his reluctance to fall asleep at the moment sent him on a caffeine drive. James was spending the night next to Harry in case he woke up. Remus mused that he would most likely head up there after a while. Sirius was sleeping under the influence of a potion on the couch of the common room. James had slipped it too him after he seemed to have a panic attack. Though, James himself hadn't been much better himself.

The werewolf seemed to have the best reaction of all, seemingly calm, and in handle of the situation. After entering the Room of Requirements and finding Harry like that Remus was the only one who had known what to do.

Flashback

They all quickly entered the Room of Requirements, not really understanding why they were hurrying. Remus looked to the center of the room, seeing a bed there. He stopped short, however, once he saw what was on the bed. They all looked to see an eagle- spread Harry, who was deathly pale and covered in blood.

Remus recognized this scene, realizing instantly what had happened. Looking over at his friends he knew they had too.

James had gone into shock; Remus couldn't blame the poor man. He had just gotten his son back and almost lost him quickly after. James had just stood there his eyes slowly becoming unfocused then focused once again, mouth slacking. Sirius just seemed to snap and started yelling things that Remus could hardly remember at the time. Remus, seeing that his friends really couldn't handle things at a time like this, jumped into action.

Rushing forward, he stopped in front of the bed. Hardly able to see anything, he willed the lights on.

Muttering a spell that would instantly stop the bleeding, he quickly grabbed the knife from Harry's hand. Placing his fingers on Harry's wrist he felt for a pulse. Finding one, he realized it was quite weak. Remus had no idea how much blood Harry had lost; a lot by what he could see, but he was unsure how critical his condition was. He thought to himself that getting Harry to the medical wing may be the best option at this point.

He knew that if he levitated Harry, he wouldn't get there all that fast. Moving his wasn't all that dangerous- he just needed more blood. Remus decided quickly that carrying him might be best.

"James, Sirius- get your asses over here NOW!" Remus normally wasn't one to swear but he needed to get Harry medical help, quick, and he could hardly lift Harry himself.

The shouting seemed to snap the two other marauders out of their stupor as they rushed forward to get to Harry. Sirius helped load Harry onto James' back, and quickly as they could, both ran out of the room, leaving Remus to run after them.

They made it to the medical wing in record time, Sirius running ahead of James to wake up Poppy. She came out ready and began shouting orders to James, who set his son on the nearest open bed. She inspected him, paying no mind to the other three as she began to check his blood. Then she began to pour multiple potions down his unresponsive throat. Remus recognized the blood replenishing potion, and the pain reliever for the obvious pain in his cuts.

End Flashback

They watched when Sirius began to get twitchy, and not too long after, Remus left alone to bring him to the common room. That brought Remus to now as he was sitting in the kitchen drinking his extremely strong caffeinated beverage.

He sighed. He should have recognized the signs within Harry, and he knew it. He wondered what could have driven Harry to do what he did, what else had happened that he didn't know about? Unlike his other two friends, he saw that Harry was not as content about his father as he pretended to be, but he didn't think something like that could have caused this.

Why now ran through his head. Did something happen while he was at Hogwarts? As morbid as it sounded, if Harry really wanted to commit suicide then why do it when he was at Hogwarts, why not at his uncles? There was a much higher chance of being caught here. Why now, what made him suddenly want to do so now?

Remus saw that Harry was depressed; he could see the dead look in his eyes. He thought that at the time it would be best to give him space; he thought the cause to be Harry's uncle. Leaving him be in the beginning is always the best step. Don't intervene until later, after the victim had had time to digest what had happened. Remus had been sure that Harry wasn't that deep in, his eyes weren't completely dead yet. He was sure that there was hope. He really didn't think that Harry was that bad.

No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't understand Harry's reasoning. The last he saw of Harry was when James, Sirius, and his self walked into the common room talking about Peter, and then they saw Harry asl-

Oh….

Remus understood now, James had been so angry about Peter he couldn't even bring him self to say his name, so he simply called him 'rat.' When they walked into the common room he was yelling about how 'the rat' had been responsible for his wife's death. Remus was sure that Harry had been asleep. Harry had obviously been depressed, and hearing what James had said, he was sure to take it the wrong way.

That would explain the sudden decision rather well.

Drowning his coffee in one humongous gulp, he slammed the glass down, and stood up slowly. Straitening his cloak of wrinkles, he walked out of the kitchen towards the infirmary. One, to check on Harry, and two, to have a quick talk with his best friend.

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Author's Notes – this chapter was shorter then all my other ones :sigh: but that seemed like the best place to stop. Anyways, please read and review and then I will get the next chapter posted as soon as I can. As always if you have any ideas for what I should do feel free to do so.