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Here's chapter 3. Gee! I had so much trouble with my Wi-fi! Anyway, enjoy. R&R

"Harry?"

Listening to her voice startled him out of his reverie. He hadn't even noticed he had fallen asleep, but it didn't really matter, she was awake. He opened his eyes to find her brown orbs staring at him curiously. He inmediately understood her unasked question, but chose to let her voice it anyway.

"What am I doing here?

"Umm… there was an incident last night…"

What do you mean by incident?" she asked suspiciously.

"Well… I'm not sure how to say this, but… you cut yourself last night"

"I did what?" she asked asolutely confused, "That can't be possible, why would I ever do such a thing?"

"I don't know, Hermione, but last night I found you on the astronomy tower, soaking in your own blood…" he couldn't help the shiver that ran through his spine as he recalled that terrifying picture.

"Oh Harry, I'm so sorry! It must have been horrible to see such a thing!" she hugged him as tight as she could, and he held her with the same strength, not wanting to let go of her. Eventually, they released each other, though none of them wanted to.

"So… you don't remember anything?"

"I remember I was feeling terrible, so I went to the astronomy tower to have some alone time, but after that… there's nothing, just blackness in my mind" she said while staring into space, and then she added as an afterthought "I think the blackness wasn't just in my mind, though".

As the days went by, the rumour mill spread throughout the castle, and soon, everyone knew about her suicide attempt. It was quite the news, for everyone thought she was a strong woman who could face every single problem in the world, and help her friends while doing it. However, this event made them all see her in a new light, she wasn't the so-perfect-it's-anoying being anymore, she was human.

But it also made her seem weak. Apparently, she couldn't resist the pressure the war had left behind, and this made her vulnerable in front of the crowd's eyes. She was openly criticized by students and the general public, while the teachers were trying to find a reason why she had commited such an act.

But nobody knew for certain what had happened, not even her. She still hadn't recovered her memories of that night, so she didn't have any material to defend herself from accusations. The teachers had her see a mind healer, which only fueled everyone's opinion that she had serious issues.

The only real support she had was her best friend, Harry. He didn't believe any of the rumours, he was certain that something else had happened that night (for he was there) and he was determined to figure it all out. He knew she would never even think of killing herself, so he gave her all his support.

Little did they know the worst was yet to come.

Two weeks had passed since the incident, and the rumours were still spreading like wildfire. It was the middle of the night, and for some unknown reason, she had woken up. She suddenly felt the urge to go outside, so she got out of her bed and headed downstairs.

He woke up around midnight. He had the same sinking feeling in the pitch of his stomach that he had had that night when he found her. Deciding in less than a second to follow his gut, he got out of bed, took his map and inmediately searched for her dot. She wasn't in bed, she wasn't even in her dorm. He found her wondering the halls near the exit for the black lake. Without wasting any more time, he went out to find her.

He was practically running down the halls, wanting to find her as soon as possible. The feeling still hadn't left him. The way to the grounds seemed to be awfully long, and the more he tried to hurry, the more time it took him.

When he finally got out, he was shocked by the view that greeted him. It was supposed to be a full moon, so it would have been logical that the grounds were covered by the moon light, however, everything was extremely dark, so much he could barely see his hand. He cast a spell to light up the environment, however, it didn't work, it was still dark. He walked blindly, squinting his eyes to be able to see her. He then saw a blinding white silhouette, and got closer to it.

He stood face to face with her, but it wasn't her. She stared at him straight in the eye, as if seing right through his soul. There was something in her eyes, something dark and wild. She looked…dangerous. This person wasn't her, this person seemed mad.

She finally broke their eye contact, and looked down to her right hand. That's when he noticed she was holding a knife. She started fiddling with it, like it was just a toy. She slowly rised it, and she pointed it at her chest. She locked eyes with him again, and he saw what she was about to do. Breaking out from his trance, he abruptly took the knife from her hands, accidentally cutting her in the process.

That seemed to do the trick, for when she saw the blood leaking from her hand, she seemed to come back to reality. Her eyes wided when she saw her hand, and then they bulged when she saw him in front of her, holding a bloodied knife and pointing it to her.

"Harry…what are you doing?"