A/N: Sorry for the slow updates. A lot has been happening. School's been busy since I missed four days last week and then I missed Tuesday this week, so I've been a bit behind in some of my classes. Also, I had consultation on Tuesday to get my wisdom teeth pulled this summer. Not looking forward to it. Kind of freaked out. Apparently I hate the idea of any kind of surgery, even something as small as this. Get it from my dad. Also, I go for my G2 driving test next weekend on the 14th, so I've been finishing up my driving lessons. I have one more and I'm done. Also, I've been trying to decide if I want to do anything for my birthday and finally decided to just go to a movie with a couple of my friends. So, I've been busy.

This installment is in response to a request that I received from Darloudasha who asked for more of an explanation on why Ron and Hermione turned on Harry when he told them what he had done to save Severus. I hope it's all right. I went more in the direction of jealousy and some prejudice. Enjoy.

Warnings: Ron and Hermione bashing. Slight mentions of rape.

Alone

Harry rushed out of the hospital wing, looking for Ron and Hermione. He knew he should stay because he needed medical attention but he didn't care. He wanted—needed—to find his friends. He needed their comfort and support after everything that had happened. He turned a corner and found himself almost colliding with just the people he was trying to find.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione exclaimed and threw their arms around him. He allowed it for as long as possible before it started to hurt too much and he pulled away.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Ron asked.

"You disappeared after you killed Voldemort," Hermione said. "Where have you been?"

Harry hesitated, wondering if he should tell them what he had done, what had happened.

"Harry?" Hermione said, concern etched on her face.

"I-I have to tell you guys something," Harry said. "I-I went after some…Death Eaters after I defeated Voldemort."

"Why on earth would you do that?" Hermione said with a frown.

"They were able to tell me how to save someone," Harry said. "I had to make a deal with them though."

"What was the deal?" Ron asked.

"They wanted something in return," Harry said. "They wanted me," he said quietly.

"What exactly do you mean?" Hermione said though it was clear that they both knew what the answer would be.

Harry sighed. "Hermione, I'm sure you know without making me say it."

Hermione swallowed and gave a tight nod.

"Who did you do this for, mate?" Ron asked.

Harry hesitated again. "Severus Snape," he said in barely a whisper.

A tense silence fell and it was thick as it lay upon them.

"Snape?" Ron repeated and Harry nodded. "You did this for Snape?"

"I wasn't going to let him die," Harry argued.

"So instead you screw some filthy Death Eaters?" Ron said angrily.

"I didn't have sex with them, Ron, they…raped…me," Harry said, the words painful.

"Oh, so you did it to be an even bigger hero? It's not enough to have defeated Voldemort but you have to save other people even though they should die?" Ron spat.

"I did it because he didn't deserve to die!" Harry said. "How could you say that? You know I hate the fame I have."

"Well, it hasn't always seemed like it, Harry," Hermione said softly and he snapped his gaze to her. "Sometimes you would get involved in things that don't involve you and it would get you attention."

"You're kidding me? You both know I hate the attention and the fame."

"Apparently not otherwise you wouldn't make yourself an even bigger hero and take away the little acknowledgement that we should get," Ron said, glaring at him.

"You're being stupid, Ron. You know that's not true," Harry said.

"Do I? I thought I knew you but apparently not as I never thought you would've done something like this, allowing disgusting Death Eaters to touch you for Snape," Ron said. "It's disgusting and I can't believe you did it."

"Ron—"

"No!" Ron shouted. "Stay away from me. Never talk to me again. I can't believe you'd do something so disgusting for Snape. Guess the actions tell about the person," he said with a disgusted glare at Harry before stomping off.

Harry watched him go with wide eyes filled with tears. He turned to Hermione. "Hermione—?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't. I thought you were different and, while I've always kind of respected Snape, I don't condone what you've done. Goodbye, Harry," she said and with her own partial horrified look at him, she went after Ron.

Harry watched his friends—former friends?—walk away from him. He couldn't believe it. He had been so sure that they'd be there for him, that they would help him get through all of this.

But they weren't.

They were gone.

They hated him.

They thought he was disgusting.

Harry felt sorrow fill his chest and he rushed away to start packing his things, tears streaming down his face as he tried to quiet his pained sobs.

He was alone…