Chapter Two
Note: I do plan on making a sequel to this whole thing when I am finished it. As of my plans right now, it will be rated M instead of T as this one is and will deal with much darker things in the sense of how Harry deals with the trauma of what's happened throughout his life, just figured I'd mention. Also, I'm writing these even if no one's reading, I'm writing these to get my ideas for this ship off my chest, and because I'm picky AF about my fanfics so I figured the best solution is just to make my own, hopefully, this is the end of long as intro notes.
Previously: The first class she had was only with Ron, and that was good because she wanted to know what Ron knew about Harry. The only reason she thinks Ron might know more is that they share a dorm and see each other more often. She was horrified at what Ron told her...
"Have you ever seen Harry cry?" Those were Hermione's first words to Ronald all day. He looked confused, then concerned, this must be bad. They walked in silence for a few more minutes before Ron gave his answer, "No, I haven't but…" He trailed off, this scared Hermione, the silence was deafening.
"What?" She said, her voice filled with concern, her brain was practically preparing her tears to fall. "Harry… He, he screams at night, a lot. Either I'm the only one who's woken by it or the others just pretend they aren't but, he just screams." He paused for a minute, he wanted to help harry, so he continued, "He wakes up sometimes, curled up in a ball, and I think he sobs, but I can't tell…"
Hermione looked devasted yet determined. Ron looked worn. "Ron, what does he scream about?" Hermione almost pleaded. Ron waited a moment before he responded.
"Lots of things… I've heard him scream about his parents, his uncle," Ron sighed, he didn't want to continue, partly because that was all he could remember. Hermione was about to say thank you when she realized something, did he say Harry's uncle. A thousand thoughts raced to her head, and she panicked. "WAIT, Ron, did you say his uncle, you need to tell me what he said," Hermione demanded. Ron was taken aback by her sudden change into fierceness and, anger? He began to get curious but favoured his life over curiosity. He shuddered before he spoke, "He, he screams a few things, about his uncle, uh, he says that he'll be good and that if he gets hit there again he'll have a broken rib," Ron paused for another moment before finally continuing. "And uh, the other one is uh, Harry. He's screaming bloody murder, and even though it's a dream he's writhing around on the bed like he's under the Cruciatus curse, and he's screaming.. 'PLEASE UNLOCK THE DOOR PLEAAAAASE, IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU!'"
Ron just sat there staring off, he was guilty he never helped his friend. At this point Hermione had tears streaming down her face, she simply said, "Thank you, Ron," and walked away. She raced to the common room hoping to find Harry, she did, and he was pacing around, "Harry, I know, Ron told me," Hermione said as she entered. Harry had a confused look, there wasn't anything Ron knew that Hermione didn't, was there? "Ron told me about the screaming, Harry please, let me help you, you don't have to live with them!" This terrified Harry, and he tried to claim he wasn't abused. He tried to lie, and he couldn't. But he couldn't get help, they would kill him, he couldn't.
"NO, NO, YOU CAN'T HELP ME, YOU CAN'T, THEY SAID THEY'D KILL ME IF SOMEONE TRIES TO HELP ME!" Harry yelled, tears now falling. He raced to the dormitories and didn't come out. This sadly went on for the rest of the two weeks left at Hogwarts. Hermione would try to help, but it would lead to emotional outbursts from Harry, normally denying it or refusing her help. She needed to wait until next year, see if he returned to Hogwarts with any broken bones, he doubted that he'd be taken to the hospital if they inflicted the injuries on him in the first place. But she hated the idea of having to see him return there, to his possible death.