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Chapter 8

Harry was going insane. After being released from the hospital wing three days ago his entire world changed. Almost everything and everyone he knew changed. People were constantly watching him and smothering him, as if it would prove that they cared about him, especially the Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's. In a way it was nice that they were putting in an effort, however that ended after the first five minutes of supper, and now it was extremely annoying. People were constantly talking to him and treating him like he was glass. He could not even dish his own plate! Whenever he would sit down people would start shoveling food onto his plate. Whenever he would walk to class people would surround him, all trying to talk to him and carrying his books.

None of them understood that he needed just a little bit of alone time to process everything, except Ron and Hermione. Both of his friends were a Godsend in those moments. They would rudely shove everybody out of their way and treat him like a normal kid. While he could tell they were worried about him, they didn't try to understand what he was going through, but they were there for him, and gave him some of the distance they knew he needed. While one would always be within eyesight of him (due to the suicide watch) they were not glued to his hip.

The most irritating thing over everything was the lack of privacy. Because of the unnecessary suicide watch all his possessions were searched, and anything semi-dangerous was confiscated. They even took his potion knife and bed curtains! All of Harry's dorm mates also were included in on his suicide watch, which made tensions in the room extremely awkward.

When ever he had to take a shower or use the bathroom, all of a sudden at least one of his roommates would awkwardly be standing with their shower supplies. The worst part was changing clothes. Usually Harry would wake up extra early to shower and change, that way nobody would see his scars, but now…. they were open for the world to see his shame, the boy who could not even defend himself from his relative.

Harry sighed as he watched Seamus casually sit down on his bed in the corner, it was his turn to take over while Hermione and Ron reported to the Headmaster. It was one of the terms that everyday Ron and Hermione had to report how his emotions and well being were. All three of them were not thrilled about that development, but as he was headmaster, they couldn't really say no. According to his friends, the headmaster was still pushing them to figure out where he had been living for the past two years. They didn't ask him any questions but it had become an unspoken message that they were expecting answers once everybody were not watching him as closely.

Harry watched as Ron gave him a wink and went to retrieve Hermione. Glancing at Seamus Harry wordlessly cast a silencing charm around his bed and grabbed his mirror.

…

Remus awoke suddenly to a world of pain. One moment the world was black and nothingness. Numb. The next moment a billion of red-hot stars erupted in his body, and he could not move, breathe, or think. Colors were twirling around the room; he could not focus his eyes. Suddenly his head moved back and some sludge started to move down his throat. Somebody was yelling, but Remus could not interpret. He coughed, his back arching, trying to get the sludge out of his throat. Then coolness moved down his throat, and the sludge moved, and he could breathe. The pain subsided a little bit, and he was able to close his eyes again and welcome the blackness.

It was like he was in a strange state of lucid unconscious. He could feel movement around him, and hear the clangs and clunks as the people worked around him; but he could not move speak or even open his eyes. He was experiencing a stage of content that he had never experienced before.

"How's Toko doing?" A voice asked. From what he expected the voice belonged to the young man he had meet earlier.

There was a large sigh and then a young women's voice spoke, "He's excited to show off his new scar." He recognized the same voice from the blue haired girl.

There was a moment of silence.

"I'm gunna to try Doc again," the girl said.

The boy grunted.

"I'm worried 'bout him."

"If he needed any help he would be calling us, Ly."

The girl let out a laugh. "Yeah right! You know better than that Jay! If there was any trouble he wouldn't say a single word and try to deal with it on his own!"

"He would call us-"

"Yeah like when he called us about the Dursleys?"

Remus' heart went cold as his thoughts raced. 'What about the Dursleys? Was Harry in any trouble?' However before his thoughts went any further, the girl continued on.

"-Or how about that gunshot? Or how about when that man-"

"OK! Shut up! I got your point! Jeez your so annoying."

There was a pause before the girl spoke.

"You're worried too."

There was a cough. "He's fine, he has to be."

Suddenly a new voice called out.

"Oi, Jay! Ly!"

Remus' mind felt like it broke at that moment. That voice, it was Harry! There was a great amount of rustling while Remus tried to force himself to open his eyes.

"DOC!" the girl yelled.

"Hey Ly! How are ya! Oh look there's Jay! What's up mate!"

"Hey Doc," the young man, Jay, said shyly before the young women took over.

"Doc where have you been! We've tried to call you like 50 kazillion times!"

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yeah about that… I can't really talk that long right now."

"What! Why!?" Jay shouted angrily. "Did something happen? I don't know why you go to such a preppy school, its those other little snot nosed drips isnit?!"

Harry sighed. "No Jay, it's the adults."

"What do you mean?"

"They found out about the Dursleys."

There was a long silence.

"Oh.." The young women, Ly, trailed off. "So…"

"So…I've been pushed on suicide watch."

"Oh…" the two teenager said quietly.

Harry cleared his throat again. "So…. I don't know how or when I will send the next shipment in, but I'm hoping I can sneak out soon."

Ly's voice raised an octave. "Oh No! We need the supplies now! We're running low on the pain reducer and sleep vials!"

"What! How did you guys go through so many!"

"That's why we've been trying to call you about! One of your guys is here, 'e knew the password and everything! We showed him the pictures you left, and he recognized you!" Jay said.

"WHAT!? Show me him!" Harry replied instantly.

There was a great deal of scuffle around Remus when he heard a sharp intake.

"Moony…" Harry's broken voiced washed over him.

Remus tried with all his might to open his eyes, yet they would not obey him, and he felt the darkness start to pull him in deeper. The last thing he heard was Harry's voice.

"I have to go expect me in a day!"

And the Darkness won over his body again.

….

Harry closed his eyes and tried to take a calming breath. The image of Remus' battered face kept flashing before his eyes. He looked so still, so quiet, so..so dead. Images of Cedric and Remus were flashing through his mind, as tears welled up. Harry quickly stood up and canceled the silencing charm.

"I have to use the bathroom, " He chocked out suddenly as he all but ran to the restroom. In the corner of his eye he saw Seamus quickly close the book he was reading and follow him, but he didn't care. Before he knew it he was at the sink, holding onto it as if his life depended on it.

"Potter are you ok?" He heard Seamus call in the background, but he didn't acknowledge him. Hastily he turned the facet on and rinsed his face with the water. He didn't know what to do. He felt that everything around was burning to the ground before his eyes. Somehow this was his fault.

He looked into the mirror, and all he saw was Remus and Cedric staring at him with lifeless eyes. He gripped the sink harder, so hard his arms were shaking. He was breathing hard and his eyes where welling up even more now. He chocked back a sob. It was his entire fault. A hand gripped his shoulder, and with that he broke down.

….

As soon as they entered the room, Ron and Hermione could tell something was wrong. Dumbledore was seated at his desk as normal, however his face was completely expressionless. There was no twinkle in his eyes; there wasn't even a sad look, just pure nothingness. Ron glanced at Hermione, unsure whether or not to sit down, however she was staring at the Headmaster with a calculating look in her eyes. Ron sighed and took his normal chair and started into his summary.

"Harry is the same, he is upset, he likes his privacy, and he just wants space. He hasn't said anything about where he goes in the summer, nor does he say what he was doing this summer."

"I think the suicide watch is doing more harm than good, he grows more irritated by the day, which I cannot blame him." Hermione .

The headmaster looked down at his hands and then back up at the children in front of him.

"I also do not believe that young Mr. Potter is suicidal, but he shows no care for his own well being and needs to be watched, especially now."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other.

"What do you mean especially now, sir?"

The headmaster looked at both of them with piercing eyes.

"Remus has been missing. The last contact he made with headquarters was a week ago. I am unsure whether to tell Mr. Potter or not given his state of mental health. I fear it will be too much for him. But I also fear what will happen if he finds out that we hid this from him."

Hermione put her head in her hands. "Oh Harry! Why can't he ever catch a break."

Ron sighed, "Do you think You-Know-Who has him?"

Dumbledore's face changed into a more worried and tired expression, "Frankly at this point we do not know."

…

Draco stood in the owlery, staring at a white owl that would soon change the face and shape of the war. He gave one of the school owls a letter to his father and sent it off. There was no going back now. He placed the Slytherin badge an envelope and sealed it, with the seal of his family. Quietly he gave the letter to the white owl, and left.