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"Harry…what are you doing?" she asked fearfully. He seemed to notice this and inmediately lowered the knife, however she kept looking at him with this scared glint in her eyes.
Could it possibly be him? Was he the one who had attacked her that night two weeks ago? No, he could have never, ever, done something so cruel and vile as attacking his best friend, he was Harry bloody Potter, for heaven's sake! He was the boy who had a hero-complex, the one who was willing to die for his friends and family, and for the whole world, as unfair as they might be to him. However, he had been there, he was the one who had found her… how could he have possibly gotten there so fast? It did look suspicious… Obviously, she had thought it was only because he was worried about her, but she never really asked him how he found her, she had taken it for granted.
She couldn't help but feel afraid and suspicious, and it was perfectly understandable. She had suddenly woken up in the middle of the night, and one moment later she was on the school grounds, with a deep gash in her hands -which were covered in blood- and in front of her was her best friend, holding a knife against her. A bloodied knife. How was he supposed to feel with all of this, over the moon with joy?
As they stared endlessly at each other, with different thoughts going through their respective minds, they didn't seem to notice that the darkness had suddenly vanished, leaving them vulnerable to the bright moonlight.
As he looked straight into her eyes, he could see her confusion, and comprehension dawned on him.
"This is not what it looks like, 'Mione…" he broke the silence, unsure of what to do.
"Was it you?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion, "Did you do it? D-did you-you…attacked me?"
"Of course I did not! How can you even think about it? I would never hurt you" he said, his ego wounded. She looked unsure at the knife in his hand, and then at the deep gash on her own. He followed her eyes and quickly replied "That was an accident!"
"How so?" she asked. "I want to believe you, but you need to tell me what happened."
"Well… I woke up with this sinking feeling in my stomach, the same one I had the night I found you in the Astronomy tower, so I looked for you in the map, and I found you wondering the halls. I went to find you, and when I did, you were out here. You looked… different, and you had this knife in your hands. You pointed it at your chest, and I took it away from you as fast as I could before you could harm yourself, and I accidentally cut you."
"I did what?" she said incredously "I can't have tried to kill myself again, that's just… No!" she was so confused right then, her mind was in a haze. "I refuse to believe it! I couldn't… I can't… I'm not like that!" her sight started to blur because of the tears that were pooling in there. She was breathing faster, almost gasping for air. She was having a panic attack.
He realized what was happening to her, so he trapped her in a tight embrace, running his hands through her bushy hair in calming motions, shushing her softly, trying to soothe her. When she finally managed to even her breath and relax, she broke free from his embrace. She locked eyes with him again, and he could see all the confusion, all the doubts and all the fears she was holding inside.
"Harry… I'm scared" her voice was so soft he could barely hear it. "I don't know what's happening to me… I hate not knowing"
"We'll figure it out, 'Mione, I promise we will…"