Nothing Else Matters

Chapter One: Cry Alone, I've Gone Away

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters...

A/N: I will not update as quickly because I have to get the plot down... I have three chapters but they are under revision... Oh, and if you are wondering about the titles of the chapters, they are lyrics to an Avenged Sevenfold song 'I Won't See You Tonight Part One.' It's a beautiful song and I recommend it to anyone.

Also I think I've said this before, but this is my first fanfiction... so please don't flame me too bad... Now, on with the story!

Harry sat up. A little too quickly and his head began to swim. He laid back and scrunched his eyes up from the pain. "Harry! Y-You're awake!" The familiar voice of Hermione came floating to him from the distance.

"Hermione?" Although, he already knew the answer to that question. He covered his hand with his eyes. Shutting out all light.

"Yes?" He could her the crack in her voice, and he could tell she was on the verge of tears. "Erm, how are you feeling, Harry?" How could he answer her? Tired, crazy, or sick? All of his memories came flooding back to him. She knows, he thought. She had to know. Harry moved his hand from his head and looked at his arm. It was wrapped in white bandages, with red spots here and there. He looked at her. Her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying. He didn't know what to say to her. He felt a lump form in his throat when he tried to speak. He tried to swallow it, but it ended up becoming bigger and heavier.

Although she was smiling, her face betrayed her emotions. She was terrified. Her smile, was sad more than happy. Just at that moment, Madame Promfrey entered the room. She ushered Hermione out of the room so that she could perform her duties for Harry. "You should be out of here by tomorrow. Consider yourself lucky." That was all she said and she left. She didn't give Harry enough time to even as her a question.

Hermione re-entered the room with extra company. "Hey mate," Ron's voice wafted through the air as he crossed the room. Harry grabbed his glasses off the bedside table and put them on. B the look on Ron's face, he knew too. Why did I have to survive to see this? Harry thought. He put on a fake smile for both of his friends. While Hermione sat down in a chair by the bed, Ron stood uncomfortably at the edge of the bed, as if he dared neared him any closer, Harry would break. "Hi, Ron," was all that Harry could manage to force out. It was then he realized how dry his throat was. He reached over to the night stand and grabbed for the glass of water.

"I have all your homework for you," Ron said as he looked at Harry's bandaged, but marred left arm. When their eyes met, Ron had a guilty look in his eyes. As if he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

"Ron, you didn't have to do that, I appreciate the gesture and all, but I've only been out for a day." With this said, Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing glances. It made Harry feel anxious. Something was wrong. "What?"

"Harry," she began. "Um, well, it's been... a, um, week since," -she faltered on her words as she choked back her tears- "since-" she began again, but couldn't finish. She opted to cry instead.

"A week?" That night, felt like a far away memory or imagination to Harry. Like it didn't happen at all, or never existed. But who had saved him? He knew that neither Hermione or Ron had done so themselves. They were still eating when he left. Who had brought him back from the verge of death to bring him here? Who had saved him? Who?