Dumbledore's pov
Albus paced back and forth in his office trying to think about what he was going to do. He knew he should leave it alone and let Harry work out his own problems but he was so tired of watching the boy hurt himself so much. He rarely ever ate he sat by himself almost all the time he never spoke. He had even quit quidditch.
Then he flashed back to finding Ariana slicing into her wrist with a razor blade. It had been a few months after their father had been put away in azkaban. It had been a horrible day Ariana had been playing out in the yard and she used magic in front of muggles they had beat her and screamed "Do it again freak do it again" his father had been outraged and drew his wand on the muggles. He had been taken away that night. But seeing the blood dripping off of his sisters wrist had hurt more then his father being taken from them.
Dumbledore sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose between his index finger and his thumb. Faux landed on his shoulder rubbing his face gently against the older mans check.
Dumbledore smiled but it quickly faded as he heard the stairs moving outside his office.
Soon he was greeted with the freckled face and red hair of Ronald Weasley.
"What can I do for you "
"Sir I'm sorry to bother you this late at night but I need to talk to you about... About Harry." Ron starred at the ground.
" I think I know what this is about Ron." Dumbledore sighed."Have you seen any cuts or burns?"
"Yes sir I caught a glimpse at his wrist a few nights ago...it- it didn't look good professor."
Just as dumbledore was about to reply Minerva barged into the room.
"I am sorry to bother you sir but you need to come to the hospital wing quick."
"Whats Happened?"Dumbledore asked afraid of the answer.
Minerva leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Harry potter just tried to commit suicide."