Will anything good ever Happen to me

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Chapter 6:: His Summer

Hermione stood in the doorway, staring at Harry. Harry was looking away. Trying to find something to 'pretend' to be doing. He couldn't find anything, he didn't know what to do.

"Er Hermione, was there something you wanted?" He asked acting like nothing was wrong.

"No, well, yes. I ju-just w-wanted to ask you w-why you left so qu-quickly from my room." Hermione stuttered. "Harry. What's wrong." Harry was starting to get teary eyed again. He couldn't hold it in anymore. "Nothing Hermione. Everything's fine. Would you please leave?" He asked barely able to stand up anymore. Hermione was starting to cry too. She left and shut the door behind her. Harry broke down and cried. Lying on the floor. He grabbed his knife again. He was about to cut his wrists. Hermione opened the door again crying. Harry quickly jumped up while dropping his knife and kicking it under his bed. Hermione sat down on his bed.

"Harry. What were you doing?" She asked almost demanded. "Why-"

Harry cut her off. "I...I... Hermione.... I don't know what to say.." He was still crying. He sat down on the bed next to Hermione. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"Harry. Why would you do such a thing?"

"Because...I have nothing left in my life. I have nothing left to live for."

"What about me and Ron. Professor Lupin, Dumbledore, and the other Weasley's. What about killing Voldemort and your prophecy. What about school. Harry, you have a lot going for you."

"No I don't Hermione. They all just feel sorry for me. For loosing so much!" He was starting to yell. Hermione started crying more. Harry started to hug her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for anyone to find out about this. I wanted to keep it a secret. From everyone. Including Dumbledore." He added.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Since the second week of summer. Things just went down hill from the first day I got home."

"Harry. Will you tell me about your summer?" Hermione asked. "Please Harry. Please. Don't hold it all inside. It helps to talk to someone. If you don't want me to tell anyone, I won't. I promise." She begged.

"Ok. You want to know everything?" He asked wiping off his tears.

"Yes. Tell me everything." She said hugging him once again.

"Ok. I came home the first day. Uncle Vernon told me to go to my room. I obeyed seeing as he looked like he was about to blow. He followed me very closely. I knew something was different. My aunt and uncle had had a discussion before Tonks brought me back. I don't know what it was about. But I then found that I had even more locks on my door, and more bars on my window. That must have been what they were talking about. Whether or not to take more precautions. Well anyway. That night I had a dream about Sirus dieing again and I must have been talking in my sleep. I woke up and Uncle Vernon was shaking me. He threw me against the wall to try and shut me up. I was fully awake but he was still hitting me. I feel asleep again, only I was on the floor. I woke up shivering. I looked in the mirror and you could barely see it was me. Uncle Vernon had locked me in so I couldn't get out and take a shower or anything. This went on for a week. The second week I was home. I got bored and I guess I got really mad and I couldn't hold it anymore. I hated myself. I hated Voldemort. And I guess I took it out on myself. Well I found a letter opener and I cut myself with it. The next week. Uncle Vernon woke me up every morning at 9:00 while beating me again."

Hermione gasped. "Oh Harry I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you owl Ron or me?" She asked.

Harry took a deep breath. Finally clearing up his eyes. "Well, Uncle Vernon put so many bars on my window. I could barely see out of them. It took me almost all summer to file them down. I used the letter opener to cut the bars. Every night I cut them. I could barely get the letter through to Hedwig. I had to sneak Hedwig out the back door while doing my chores."

"Harry. Why didn't you tell me in your first letter?" Hermione was now confused.

"I didn't even know that you or Ron would reply. I didn't expect Ron to reply. But he did. And you I wasn't sure about. So I just wrote a letter and if you two responded I was going. I don't know what I was going to do but I didn't expect you to invite me to your house."

"Ok. So continue please."

"Ok, er-. So Every morning I woke up being hit by Uncle Vernon. I became used to being woke up at that time so I tried my hardest to wake up before he came in. Then I could be ready to do my chores and he wouldn't hit me. I was wrong. He hit me even harder when I woke up early. But finally he got used to it. He brought me down stairs after telling me only once what I had to do. If I forgot something I wasn't able to eat anything the next morning and no dinner that night. One morning. He told me to do the dishes. Clean the basement. Which was extremely dirty. Clean Dudlys closet. And clean the living room. All before 4:00, so I had seven hours. I didn't even get to the living room. So I was locked in my room for three days. I only got one meal. But still Uncle Vernon continued to beat me. And I continued to hurt myself. By then I had snuck a knife into my room. Not that Anyone would care. And then that continued until Tonks came and got me. I woke up in the morning and I looked in the mirror. I could actually see me face. I had bruises on bruises. They were all gone. I was shocked. I knew it was magic but I never used magic. The Ministry would have come and got me by now. And now. I'm here. I miss Sirus so bad. It hurts too much to care about anything else. That's why I left your room so quick. Then I got mad at myself for being a bit mean to you earlier and for leaving quickly twice. So I hurt myself. Then I rethought every bad moment that happened this summer and last school year. And I cut myself. I'm so sorry Hermione."

"Don't be Harry. It's not your fault. Everything happens for a reason."

"And what reason would that be?"

"I don't know. It's a reason that no one will ever know. You just have to know that it wasn't your fault. OK?"

"Ok. Thanks. I feel a little better getting it off my chest."

"Harry. I'll always be there to listen to you. If you ever need to talk I'll listen. Ok?" She said reassuring him.

"Thanks. I'll remember that. Hermione?"

"Yes."

"I think I love you." He blushed again. Hermione smiled and giggled. Harry smiled back. They stared at each other for a while. Hermione was looking at the bed and Harry kissed her on the cheek. She looked up and they kissed on the lips. They hugged each other and fell back on their backs and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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