Chapter 2: Tears and Blood
Harry swung round as he felt his eyes burn, he tried with all his might not to cry, but knowing his dream, his princess, his Veela Girl was in serious danger made it impossible. Knowing that he couldn't save he's beloved daughter from pain worse then imaginable, knowing that she was in hands of people so sick that it would merely amuse them to watch her suffer, he couldn't help the tears that escaped him.
"What's going to happen to her?" asked Ginny in a hoarse whisper. Harry knew the answer that she so disparately wanted to hear, he knew that Ginny wanted to hear more than anything that their baby girl would be okay, but to say that it would be lying.
She knew, as well as Harry, the things that the Death Eaters were capable of, she knew the pain of being forced to do things against her will, she knew that their chances of seeing Lily the same ever again were less that a million to one.
Ginny took Harrys hand and looked him straight in the eye "No matter what, everything's going to be alright." Harry smiled gently at her then looked away, tears still pouring silently down his face, he knew that it wasn't going to be all right. Ginny saw that Harry was right, even though he hadn't said anything to her, she recognized the fear in his eyes.
/REBECCA HAS A CRUSH ON TERANCE/
"They can't be serious, can they? I mean, look at Harrys scar, you can barely see it. They can't believe You-Know-Who is still out there, they just can't." stated Ron resolutely, a note of pleading in his voice.
It was the following afternoon, the sun was setting, sending a dazzling display of orange, pink and red lights sceaming across the sky. Harry and Ginny had finally surfaced from their tent after grieving the entire morning away, Ron had merely thought that their late start was dew to hangover and greeted them with his usual welcoming beam, it wasn't until he saw the swollen eyes and tear streaked faces of his companions did he realized something was wrong.
In answer to her brothers stricken face Ginny handed him the ransom note and collapsed into a camp chair next to Harry, who had not said a word since he had read the letter, still trying to comprehend what had happened.
"They took her though didn't they?" Harry spat, raising his head from his hands and looking daggers at everyone around him. "They took her, EVEN THOUGH SHES JUST A LITTLE GIRL!"
Everyone in the vicinity turned with amazed looks on their faces, as none of them knew the fate of little Lily Weasley-Potter so they were all shocked to see the famous Harry Potter breathing as if he'd just run a mile, yelling at Ronald Weasley, the hero of the previous nights Quidditch match, Hermione Granger, possibly the most famous Auror of the age, and his beautiful wife Ginny Weasley.
Harry didn't realize that he was standing until he felt Hermiones hand pressing down upon his shoulder, "For Merlin's sake Harry, keep your voice down! Remember the note!"
"H-how can I f-f-forget it. She…she's…"
"Snap out of it Harry!" said Hermione slapping him hard across his face, "If we're going to get Lily back we can't loose our heads!"
"But, how? He's g-gone, h-how can we?"
"Think of who you talking to. I'm Hermione Granger. I'm probably the best Auror of the age, Ron and Ginny were main parts in the defeat of Voldemort, and we have the entire Ordre of the Pheniox on our side. If we can't get Lily back who can?"
"That's real modest." said Ron with a shadow of a smirk.
"Shut up, Ron." said Hermione scowling at her husband, "But honestly Harry… Harry?" It looked for a moment that he was simply staring into space but as she followed his gaze she saw that he was staring at Ginny, who had fallen asleep.
"I'm going to take her to bed… let her sleep…" and with that Harry stood, scooped her up into his arms and carried her off into the busy crowd.
"It's going to kill him you know." said Ron looking at where Harry had disappeared into the crowd with his sister.
"Yeah, I do."
"Why would? I mean... its just so..."
"Sick? Despicable? Heartless? I know."
/REBECCA HAS A CRUSH ON TERANCE/
Harry slowly hauled himself into the tent many hours later; after he had taken Ginny to bed he had gone back out and sat with Hermione and Ron, his mind working furiously on how they could possibly save his daughter. His body felt heavy and his legs dragged along the ground as if they were filled with lead, that was until the scene in front of him sunk in. Ginny was standing, quaking in the middle of the room, knife in hand and blood pouring from her wrist that she was still attempting to cut.
"GINNY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"
Ginny jumped and her eyes snapped up to meet his, her eyes were red and swollen, the usual happy sparkle in them had been replace with burning hatred and tears were carving a path down her face.
"GET OUT HARRY!"
"GINNY-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"NO!"
He strode over to where she stood and struggled against her briefly for the knife.
"GINNY! GIVE ME THE KNIFE!"
"N-NO! HARRY, please..."
"GINNY!"
At that moment she collapsed onto him, dropping the knife with a clatter to the floor and grabbed onto his shirt, crying uncontrollably into his chest.
Harry stood there, stunned and shocked at the way his wife had reacted to his presence, he wrapped his arms uncertainty around her waist and whispered what he hoped were words of comfort into her ear as she continue to sob, chest heaving, into his shirt. He became aware of the steady flow of blood onto him as he felt it soak though his shirt onto his other wise bear chest.
"Come on," he whispered to her, his calm voice fooled with urgent panic "We need to get you to-"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED HERE?"
Framed in the doorway, silhouetted by the pale moonlight stood Ron. His face was white and he had a look of pure horror playing across his features as looked upon the scene in front of him.
"She cut her wrists," Harry panted, not bothering to hide the urgent panic coursing through his voice, "I need to take her to St Mungos."
"Yeah, you go. I'll go get Hermione and we'll be there as soon as possible."
"Okay."
Harry sidelong apparated her to St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
/YEAH, I SAID BLUNT/
It had been three hours since Harry had taken Ginny to St Mungos and they still had been denied any news of Ginnys state. Ron was interrogating any healer that passed by, pacing the floor in the time between, Hermione had gone to work just under an hour ago but had made sure that before they left that she got reports every twenty minutes on Ginnys condition, and Harry was sitting like a ghost outside the door to Ginnys ward, being consumed by misery.
Harry looked down at his own wrists he saw the faint scars still visible from where he had cut his wrists five years ago. As he relived the memory of it he noticed how similar the two encounters had been.
/YEAH, I SAID BLUNT/
Harry, Ron and Hermione had been looking for the lost horcruxs for three months and had still found nothing, Harry was getting more and more depressed as each day came and passed and the fact that Ginny wasn't there to comfort him made it all worse.
It had been an unnervingly cheerful day and the sun was just setting, the hot Summer was long gone but it was a warm day none-the-less, but to Harry all it did was remind him of Ginny, the warmth reminded him of the way she could make any situation better, the sun reminded him of the way her eyes sparkled just so and it all became to much to handle.
Harry had walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a jaggered steak knife. He wanted it to end, he didn't want to feel or think, if this was what it was like being human he didn't want to be human, just for it to stop hurting.
Harry had stood in the centre of the room, just as Ginny had, and swung the knife swiftly down upon his wrists. He felt a cry of pain escape him as his knees buckled and he crashed to the floor, but it wasn't enough. Harry raised the knife yet again about his wrist when he herd a shriek from behind him and he turned only to see Hermione standing at the door, a look of pure horror on her face.
"HARRY! STOP IT!" she screeched at him, angry tears pouring down her face.
As Harry brought the dagger down once more upon his wrist as Ron appeared at the door. Ron pulled Hermione into his chest to prevent her seeing their once strong and silent friend caving and doing things to himself that Ron wouldn't have thought possible of him.
Harrys and Rons gaze met before Harry blacked out and fell to the ground, his glasses skidded across the tiled floor and shattered as they hit the hard, stonewall.
/HEHE… STUGE INDEED/
Harry was pulled out of his trance as the door to Ginnys ward opened and a tall Healerwaked out of it.
/HEHE… STUGE INDEED/
A/N: Okay, I'm going to wait for a few reviews at least before I put up next chapter. Even though it's already written, oh well!