Talk To Me

by facelesswriting

While finishing their education, the 8th years are picking up the pieces of their lives, but Harry's world is still crashing down around his ears. As he spirals apart, even the most unlikely people are banding together to keep him sane, but will he ever recover? And will he ever find his voice again? (TW for self-harm, panic attacks, and depression)

16. Chapter 16

16- Hermione POV

I looked around the classroom, but none of the students filing in were Harry. I started to get worried when Seamus and Dean walked up to Flitwick. His brow furrowed and he nodded, jotting something down on a paper before sending them to their seats.

"Where's Harry?" I mouthed to them.

"Bed," Dean mouthed back.

My heart sank. Ron and I had fallen asleep on my couch last night, leaving Harry all alone. We should have been there for him. Apparently I wasn't paying enough attention because the two sent a note flying onto my desk.

"Neville's got him," It read in Seamus' messy handwriting. I nodded, feeling relieved that he wasn't alone, but it didn't alleviate any of my guilt.