The four conscious people in Harry's room waited anxiously for Harry to wake. Suicide was so rare in the wizarding world it was almost unheard of. For Harry to be in that mental state he was much worse than anyone had ever imagined.
A stirring from beneath the comforter alerted them to Harry's waking. The blanket slid off his chest as he stretched, eyes still closed. Then he froze. He gasped, eyes shooting open, looking at the faces of his soul family. He saw the relief in their eyes and relaxed a little. They weren't mad. Harry stared at the bed while the others thought of what to say.
They sat like that for a long while before Remus spoke. "Why", he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His voice was so full if emotion it was almost painful to hear.
Harry contemplated lying, but he didn't think that would work. In the end Harry decided it was time for them to hear the full story. Harry didn't want to talk about it and was hesitant to start. It was then that Draco moved from his perch on the edge of the bed and moved to sit next to Harry. Draco made sure he was as close to Harry as possible, in an attempt to offer reassurance. Whether it was for himself or Harry was debatable.
Leaning against Draco, Harry began to speak keeping his voice neutral. "When the spell rebounded and hit Sirius", Harry choked a bit on the name but plowed forward anyways, "I didn't need Severus to examine him to know he was going to die, I could feel it. The human side of my brain was shocked and horrified, while the Myrmidon side was rejoicing because the threat was eliminated. The conflicting emotions fought for dominance within my mind and I became depressed. I believe my time with the Dursley's has made me vulnerable to the kind of self hatred it would take to do what I tried to do. A few days after the... Incident I started cutting. I had done it before over the years and it made a good emotional outlet, or so it seemed. It is addicting. It is so hard to just quit and move on", Harry paused, wondering if he should continue. Draco squeezed his hand Harry plowed on, "I started having nightmares too. They included but were not limited to Sirius and Cedric blaming me for his death and the other various horrors I had faced. Each dream tore open old wounds until I broke out of my numb daze and made the transition into autopilot, I reacted so no one questioned it. The dream I had last night was of all of you hating me for what I had done. The Myrmidon became so distressed. That caused the rash decision of death, as that is the nature of a rejected Myrmidon. I don't really want to die, I just can't handle everything by myself", and with that Harry shut up, waiting for reactions.
There were simultaneous lunges towards Harry and the next thing he knew he was in a group hug. Harry felt the tension and worry melt out of him with the close proximity of love felt towards him. Harry noticed that he could sense some of those emotions flowing between Remus and Severus. Harry pushed it to the back of his mind and reveled in the emotions.
As Harry was drifting off to sleep with the four other people in the bed, that had expanded as needed, he heard Draco whisper, "you are not alone anymore, Harry, we will help you through your troubles if you will only let us."
A/N: Wow guise! Fifteen chapters is by far the longest thing I have ever is another simple chapter for my wonderful story followers. I almost had heart failure earlier. We didn't have Internet when I got home from school. I need help I don't know what to do next. Either more with Dumbles in the two weeks before school starts or a time jump to the Hogwarts Express. What do you guise think? Nighty!