A/N another suicide attempt. Really short chapter. But you know. Life.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Cah-Reepy.
Save Me, No One
Chapter 7
It was weird how hard breathing seemed here. How the oppressive fog seemed to engulf the whole place.
But it was fine for Harry, as he curled up between his parents. Or more like their headstones...
Harry knew he was crying, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. And he was so cold...
Why did Snape have to stop him? He of all people should have understood what it meant to want to die, to want to rest! And to have that taken away from him...
"Mum? Dad? I-I've never asked you for anything before and...and wanted it so much. I... I wanna die. I WANNA DIE!" Harry screamed, clawing at the ground.
"Please. Let me die," he whispered, as he conjured a silver and green dagger. He almost laughed at the irony.
He plunged it into his neck.
"PROFESSOR!" Draco's voice bellowed, as he tried to beat down the gargoyle. Severus appeared at the door, scowling down at the rumpled blond.
"What on earth do you-"
"It's Potter, professor!" Draco breathed heavily, as if he had ran there. Which it seemed he had. "He...he tried to...to kill...kill himself..."
Snape's eyes widened. Again? He figured, or more like hoped, that the boy was over his suicidal thoughts. Apparently not. But where had he gone? And where was he now? And tried?
"What happened? Where is he?" Severus asked as he pulled on his long black over-coat and marched out the door.
"He tried to stab himself in Godrics Hollow... by his parents graves..." Snape turned to the boy wide-eyed. "Don't worry, I stopped him. And before you ask what I was doing there, I wanted to see his house..." Snape nodded. He himself had to visit Godric's Hollow on several occasions... for closure.
Severus strode into the infirmary with Draco... again; to see Mr. Potter... again; and to see Madam Pomfrey bawling by his bed. Again.
The boy was out cold, and had a recently stitched up wound on his neck. It didn't look too deep, thank Merlin.
But the boy's glamours had fell again, revealing the impossibly tiny child covered in old wounds.
Severus glanced at Draco, half expecting the boy to recast the glamours like last time. Hoping really.
But he knew it was in vein.
"Its killing him, all of this," Draco whispered. Poppy touched the curled-up boy's hair softly, but Harry jerked away, cringing. She bit her lip hard.
"He can't carry on. Not like... this," she gestured to the still sickly form.
Snape nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps Aurora-
"SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE, DONT YOU DARE!" Poppy growled loudly at the man.
Snape would have argued, had he not been so tired. And weary. And guilty.
After an eternity of just staring at the boy, Severus recast the glamours again, much to the other two's shock and fury. But he raised his hands defensively.
"If we-I am to help him, he must show me on his own." Poppy looked suspicious, but Malfoy nodded. "Inform me of when he awakens. It appears we are long overdue for a talk-a real talk."
A/N short, I know. But you know.
Finding Nemo moment:
"Hey. What's that?"
"I... I see a review button."
"A review button?"
"Yes. Over there."
"*gasp* I see it too!"
"I wanna... touch it."
Yes. Touch the review button. Or a giant vampire fish will bite you. So yep!