In front of them laying there caked in his own blood was Harry Potter.
"I-Is he da da. Is he still alive?" Herione asked.
Dumbledore bent down and checked Harry's pulse. "No," They all let out a sigh of relief, "But he we don't get him medical attention he will be." Dumbledore pulled out his wand and whispered a charm to make Harry float up beside him as they made the short journey back to hogwarts.
A few days later Harry woke up and reached for his glasses. Obviously noticing the movement he saw Ron and Hermione rushing in. He sat up as Hermione pounced on him and gave him a bone-crushing hug.
"Hello to you too." Harry said exasperatedly.
"Sorry." She whispered getting off of him.
"How are doing mate?" Ron said uncomfortably.
"Horrible, but better then usual. You?" Harry said trying to make him comfortable.
"The same I guess....Look in you letters it almost sounded like you thought you were going to die."
"That's because I did think I was going to die, and to tell you the truth part of me wanted to die. Part of me just wanted to escape my life."
"But you're glad you're alive aren't you?" Harry just looked out the window, "You are glad you're alive, aren't you Harry?" Ron added hysterically.
They looked at him with worried looks dreading what they were about to hear.
Sorry for the short chapter, next time it will be longer I promise. Also to fire icecat I got the quotes from R&R.