Not again

Severus Snape Moved as fast as he could to the boy in the tub. He bound his wrists tightly with rags that he tore from his bathrobe himself. He later would wonder how he managed to do that to his favourite robe without hesitating. He then paid attention to the boys' throat. Here was a relief, the cut hadn't been deep enough to cut the jugular, just make an awful mess. He healed it quickly with one of the many healing spells he knew and could perform perfectly. It would be a miracle if the boy was still alive, or even managed to live despite all of his efforts.

"Arthur, I need your help here."

He waited but when no response came he lost his patience, what little of it there was to be had, "Arthur! Here! Now!" That got Mr. Weasleys attention quickly. He came forward as if in a daze.

"Is he alive?"

"He won't be for long if you insist on meandering along in a daze! I need you here and now, so wake up!"

That brought him out of his stupor, for the moment.

"Here we have to move him someplace warm, the shock will be setting in soon. Fred! George! Go and boil some water, we'll need all the warm compresses we can get. Matron!"

"Yes master Snape."

"Get me blood replenishing potion, and a jar of skin sealing solution."

"Yes master Snape."

Harry watched as Snape and Arthur took his friend out of the room and down the hall he didn't follow. He didn't know what he could do. He wandered around the room for a few minutes feeling helpless. His friend was as good as dead and he couldn't help him. He sat down on the bed and fiddled with the coverlet. What was there to do? Harry looked up at the bathroom with its door ajar. There was blood everywhere.

"Gotta clean; everything must be clean." Harry began muttering to himself as he gathered the cleaning supplies. He had to clean it before they came home and saw the mess he knew he was responsible for.

Molly Weasley followed Snape and Arthur to the warm sitting room where she did what she could while she waited. She brought them warmed blankets for Ron, hot compresses for his forehead, elevated his feet. She even cleaned the blood off his face after she changed him into warm clean pyjamas. She did everything she could think of to do. Now all there was left was to sit and wait and hope. She noticed the time, it was almost noon. She slowly got up and walked to the kitchens. She didn't see the elves there or hear their protests as she began cooking a large meal for her family. Her boys had always been such healthy eaters. Not a crumb would go to waste.

Fred and George sat in the hall after having been pushed out by Snape and their father.

They were at a complete loss of what to do. They sat and stared. They looked at their half invented jokes that they just couldn't get the energy to fully invent for some reason.

Fred looked at one of their fake wands.

"Ron he always…"

"…Loved those. He thought they were a blast."

They looked at each other. Would Ron still be around to enjoy them?

Ginny sat in the corner all day and cried. She didn't speak to anyone, what was there to say except that one of her brothers tried to kill himself. Hermione held her Hoping Ron would be all right. She swore that if he was she'd ask him out.

Bill and Charlie Weasley kept watch over Ron as Arthur helped Snape care for him. They didn't talk, afraid that to do so would be to break the spell or enchantment that would mean the difference between life and death for Ron. Snape worked without talking.

Severus Snape worked on the boy for several hours without a break. He had to get him stabilized before they could move him to st.Mungos. He had finally managed to get him to the point where it would be safe for him to be moved by port key. He had Matron Contact the Medics and tell them what was going on. They came in and took over for him. He sat back and caught his breath. One of the medics looked at him and said something like good work or something. Snape couldn't tell. He was too busy catching his breath. It wasn't everyday that someone tried to commit suicide in the tub. Snape watched as the healers took first Ron then the family Weasley through to St. Mungos. He breathed out some until he recalled that Harry hadn't been with them. Snape went looking through the house until he found him in the same bathroom that Ron had tried to kill himself in. He was on his knees scrubbing.

He had cleaned everything till it sparkled and still he could see the blood. It was everywhere. He heard someone come into the room, he dared not look up. He knew that he had been bad and would get punished. He scrubbed harder. His knuckles were bleeding, and still he scrubbed. Then someone sat down beside him and pulled the scrub brush out of his hands. Then he felt himself being pulled back gently. He was being hugged. He couldn't help it, he started to cry. He finally got enough nerve to ask the question he'd been dreading.

"Is he ok?"

'He's at st.Mungos. They'll do their best."

Harry just sat there until Snape picked him up and took him to his room.

Well what do ya think? Does he live or die? R and R anyway:)