A/N I haven't updated for ages I'm sorry. But thanks everyone who has been reading and waiting.
The boys walked back to the common room and through the portrait. Hermione looked eagerly towards the portrait hoping to see them enter; when she did she stood up and walked over to them.
"Where have you been?" She whispered intensely, looking around for anywhere they could sit and chat. They found a spot by the window away from a bunch of students.
"Ron got a letter at dinner and we went to read it…" Harry started and Ron handed the letter to Hermione. Her eyes widened as she read then she screwed up the paper.
"I told Hagrid, and then he said to tell Dumbledore… We ended up using floo network to go to my house." Ron cut off as some people walked past and waited for them to get far enough away to carry on.
"Dumbledore knows everything, then my dad turned up… he apologized." Ron said still not believing his own words.
"Really?" Hermione asked and Ron nodded. "How dare he…"
"He just expects me to forgive him… Go home and act like nothing ever happened. Like he never made me self harm or want to die. I never want to go back there." Anger and hate was building up in Ron and he was getting louder when he spoke. Harry put a hand on his leg and squeezed him to remind him that people are around.
"At least you know you are safe… He won't touch you if Dumbledore knows now." Hermione said reassuringly.
"Dumbledore said he wouldn't dare to touch him now… Like he threatened him." Harry said remembering what Dumbledore had said.
"Well I wouldn't doubt Dumbledore to protect a student." Hermione said matter of factly. Harry looked around to see that they were alone in the common room now, everyone had gone to bed.
"I better get some sleep!" Hermione said looking at the time. "Good night. See you tomorrow," she said patting Ron's hair nicely as she got up. She disappeared into the girls' bedrooms.
Harry could see Ron was still angry and he went to hug him but Ron got up and stared into the fire.
"Harry… I need to do it." Ron said staring into the embers.
"Do what?" Harry asked walking over to him and warming his hands. Ron didn't reply and Harry looked at him, he was crying now. The light from the fire was illuminating the streaks down his face.
"Hurt myself…" Ron said touching his arm, "I can't explain it. I need it." Harry didn't know what to say, he turned his gaze to the flames.
"It makes it better." Ron said still crying.
"I want to make it better, without all that." Harry said taking Ron into a hug.
"I don't know if I can yet…" Ron said holding Harry tightly. "It's all too soon…" He sobbed and Harry's eyes filled with tears hearing Ron hurting.
"Just try to come to me instead of doing it?" Harry asked pushing Ron at arms length to look him in the eye. Ron nodded and some more tears fell down his face as he did.