Chapter 2: a walk in the woods
Hermione ran out into the woods. It was getting dark out. She could barely make out what was in front of her.
"Oh, fuck this." She pulled out her wand, "lumos." she muttered. She didn't even scold herself for her language. Growing up around boys will do that. She thought. Hermione put her hand out in front of her face, her eyes straining to see what was going on.
Harry, where are you? Why do you hold in your pain? Her mind wouldn't get off of Harry. She knew what happened to cause him this, and she knew what she wanted, but she didn't know what he wanted.
Please Harry, talk to me, please. I want to help you. "HARRY!" she cried. Little did she know, her search was just beginning.
Ron sat on his bed, thinking about the good times him, Harry, and Hermione had all shared. It seemed that fifth year flushed them all down the drain. The tears were free flowing as his pain collided with the bed sheets. Fred walked in, with a paper in his hand, no smile, just tears.
"Ron, you better take a look at this."
He handed Ron the sheet of paper. Ron took it with a shaky hand and started to read it. By the time he was done, his eyes were out of focus, and his grip was no more. The paper fell to the floor.
"Does mum know?"
"Not yet. She told me to search his room, in case of anything like this, and this was laying on his bed, with our names on it. He wanted us to find this."
"Oh, my god. How can he do this?"
"You gotta consider how much pain he's in. This summer, I don't think Dumbledore did him any good by taking him off of most things. This is bad."
"You don't think I know that!"
"I'm sorry. This summer has been the worst for all of us, but I'm not blaming Harry. It is not his fault any of this happened. I don't know why he's blaming himself."
"That's just the way Harry is. If anything goes wrong, and he is somehow connected to it, he always thinks it is his fault. I just wish he would let it go."
"We all do, bro. But I think this is too much for him to handle."
"Listen, let's go tell mum about this. She'll know what to do."
"Yeah, let's go do that."
Professor Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, looking out the window at the setting sun. His eyes didn't have the usual twinkle. His eyes were glassed over, looking like a window. Professor Minerva McGonagall walked into the office.
"Albus, I've been watching Harry for three hours. He's ready to do it. His pain is too much, you have to help him!" she howled through her tears, "he's been through too much! Why do you let him go through the same thing, day after day? Why do you watch him kill himself from the inside?"
"Minerva, things are happening just the way they should be. The task Harry is trying to complete, will not be finished. If we interfere, things might go wrong, and the prophesy might never be fulfilled."
"Do you actually believe what you are saying?"
"Yes, I do. I have met the one person who wrote the prophesy. I have seen the mark on Harry's arm appear and disappear. I have seen the mark on Voldemort's arm." Minerva flinched, "that is why I believe."
"I do hope you are right. You do know, that if you are wrong, Sirius will have your head."
"And I would gladly give it to him. For the simple fact that my mistake led to his godson's death."
Minerva started to cry once again. Dumbledore had made his first mistake.
Hermione ran through the woods a top speed. Where is he?
"HARRY!"
She turned to her left. Dammit! The sun set. Now, it is going to be impossible to find him in this, but I gotta keep looking.
"HARRY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
She turned to her right again, and slammed into a tree, "OUCH! Goddamn!" Hermione dropped her wand. She walked over to pick it up when she saw something move in front of her. She grabbed her wand and forced herself up quickly.
"Harry?"
She started running in the direction of the figure. Why does Voldemort have to fuck with people? Why does he have to cause this much pain?
Mrs. Weasley was sitting at the kitchen table, praying. I pray to god, that Harry's pain can go away. I pray that he doesn't have to suffer any more anguish and suffering on Voldemort's behalf. I pray that things can go back to the way they were, so none of this pain existed. Please god, answer this prayer.
She heard the sound of some of her children coming down the stairs. She looked up to see Ron and Fred walking down the stairs slowly, with more tears then ever flowing down their faces. Fred was carrying a sheet of paper.
"Fred, what do you have there?"
"Mum, remember when you asked me to search through Harry's room?"
"Yeah." She answered with a shaky voice.
"Well, looks like we found something, and it isn't what we wanted."
He dropped the sheet of paper in front of Mrs. Weasley. She read it over, and started to cry. It seems her prayers would be answered, in the completely wrong way.
Mr. Weasley sat at his desk in the misuse of muggle artifacts office quietly. His mind on nothing else but home. Something is wrong. I can feel it. No sooner had he thought that when his wife's tear-streaked face came to view in the fireplace.
"Arthur, get over here, right away."
"Why? What's happened?"
"It'll be better if you are here."
"I'll be right there."
Arthur took his pale of floo powder, and tossed some in.
"The Burrow!" he said clearly, and ended up in the fireplace of his home. He walked into the kitchen, where his wife, Fred, and Ron were sitting on the kitchen table.
"What's happened?"
"This." She handed him the piece of paper. The words on it were written in blood.
Dear Weasley's,
I'm sorry about all that has happened. I'm sorry about everything I couldn't prevent. This summer has been the worst summer I have ever been through. You all have tried to be there for me, and I thank you. The pain has become too much. You wouldn't be able to understand my pain, and it would take lifetimes to tell you. There is only one way to heal me, and it is out in the woods. Goodbye, everyone.
Harry Potter
Mr. Weasley looked at the letter in horror. It fell from his hands, and burst into flames.
Hermione had been searching for a while now. He might be back at the burrow. But then again, he could be at the clearing. I'll go there, and if he's not back, I'll go back to the burrow.
She had reached the clearing where the boys used to practice Quidditch. She looked at the ground to see the worst sight she could ever see. Harry was sprawled on the ground, blood coming out of his wrists. A knife was in his left and, and he was unconscious. Oh my god.
Hermione barely kept her composure enough to mutter a spell, "mobilecorpus." and started to walk back to the burrow.
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Hey all! Sorry about not updating! Fanfiction.net was being a pain! Well, working on chapter 3 right now! It is called Yesterday, named after a song off of Staind's new album 14 Shades of Grey. A lot of sadness in the next chapter as well. NO SMUT FOR NOW! This chapter is what mostly gives this story its R rating. Reading about this stuff is not for people who have weak stomachs, neither is writing it. Sorry about what has happened in the story, but it had to. The prophesy is ties into my other stories on fictionpress.com, I have the sane penname there as well. See you when I see you!