Chapter 1

Author's Notes: This is a Severitus/ Drarry story

It was the last day of term and everyone was excited to be heading home for the summer break; that is everyone except Harry. He didn't want to go back and spend another summer with the Dursleys, no he couldn't go back to the Dursley. As much as it frightened him he had to go back, Dumbledore made it very clear that he had to be there because of the blood wards. Those stupid blood wards were the only thing keeping Harry from having a good summer.

Harry was just finishing off the last bit of his packing and making sure that he had left nothing after all he would be going to the 3rd year dorms when he got back home.

-time skip to the train-

Harry sat in a compartment towards the back of the train with Ron and Hermione. He looked out the window in silence watching the hills roll in the distance.

HERMIONE'S POV

Harry hasn't said anything the whole train ride and I'm getting worried, we will be arriving soon and he hasn't made a sound he just keeps staring out that window.

There is something different about him, his face looks more tired like he didn't sleep last night and his big lop sided grin is long gone, the shine to his emerald eyes lost. I think I need to talk to him, bit I need to be careful I don't want to frighten him he looks as even the smallest sound would startle him.

"Harry are you okay?" I ask the question slowly and with caution bit he didn't seem to acknowledge it, or maybe he didn't hear it. So I ask again this time louder.

"Harry are you alright?" This time he seems to notice that I was talking to him but he only replies with a

"I'm fine 'Mione" he didn't even avert his gaze from the window.

"Are you sure Harry, you know you can tell us anything right." He turns to face me and I can see the strain in his face he is having an argument with himself but what was he thinking about, he knows he can tell me anything, maybe it's Ron, but he would tell Ron anything as well.

I was sucked out of my thoughts by the sounds of the train stopping, we have arrived at platform 9 3/4.

Ron and I turn around and collect our trunks from the storage space above our seats. When I turn around I see Harry his breathing heavy, tears streaming down his face, and he is mumbling something I can't quite understand.

I don't down In-front of him and take his hands. I tell him everything will be okay.

" Come on Harry Breath that's it in through your noise, out through your mouth... It's okay... Everything is okay... It's just us... Come on Harry look at me... Focus on your breathing... Everything will be okay"

I look over at Ron who is standing with his mouth hanging open.

"Ron for once could you do something help full and go get your mum...and bring our trunks with you so there is more space in here"

I turn back to Harry and his breathing is getting worse, his murmuring is starting to make sense.

"Please... Don't... No... No... P-please... It wasn't... No..."