Chapter 3: yesterday
Hermione's head was throbbing. Today was too much to take in for her. My first day at the Burrow, I see Harry depressed, and Harry trying to kill himself. Why does it have to be this way?
She was making Harry's body float at her own waist level. Earlier, she had ripped the sleeves off of her shirt to make bandages for Harry's wrists. The blood was still dripping from his wrists.
She tripped on a root. Hermione fell down, throwing her wand and Harry farther ahead, "OWWWWW!" she screamed. I think I just sprained my wrist. I shouldn't worry about that now though, I need to get Harry back to the Burrow.
She stood, and ran towards her wand. She picked it up and she couldn't see Harry's body anywhere. She started running in every direction. She saw him, at the edge of the woods, facing upwards.
"Mobilecorpus." She muttered. Harry started to float again as she started the short sprint to the Burrow.
Ron was about to go outside to look for Harry and Hermione, when he saw a figure running at the house. He focused a little more to see Hermione running, with Harry's body floating at her waist level.
"Mom! She found him!"
The door practically flew off of its hinges when Mrs. Weasley came flying out of it. She stopped as she reached Hermione.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed, and fainted.
Ron ran out there. He reached the three of them in seconds.
"Enervate." Ron said, pointing his wand at his mother. She opened her eyes, and looked at Ron.
"Oh, my sweet Jesus." She looked down at Harry again, "bring him into the house. I'll contact Professor Dumbledore right away."
She ran into the house, as Fred and George came out. They grabbed Harry's limp body, "You go into the house Hermione, we got him."
"Right."
She walked inside as Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Sirius Black, and Hagrid came out of the fireplace. Sirius looked at Harry in shock of what he had done.
"Oh my lord." he looked at Dumbledore, "You could have done anything. You could have stopped this, and yet you did nothing! WHY?!?!?!?!"
The next thing that happened surprised everyone. Mrs. Weasley had stormed over to Dumbledore, and brought an opened hand across his face, "YOU COULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THIS?!?!?!?!?!"
Mr. Weasley was trying unsuccessfully to pull her back as she took another swing, which hit Dumbledore again, right on his ear. Dumbledore stumbled, holding the side of his head.
"MOLLY, get a hold of yourself!" Professor McGonagall yelled, filling the small room. Everyone covered their ears.
"Minerva, stop. She had every right to do that. So does Sirius. My mistake has nearly cost Harry his life. Please, go fetch Madam Pomfrey. She is the only one that can heal his cuts."
Minerva took a bit of floo powder from the pot, "Hogwarts." She muttered, and stepped into the flames, arriving in the headmaster's office.
"Fred, George, carry Harry up to his room. Minerva will be back in a few minutes. Arthur, contact your daughter, and bring her back here. She will need to see this with her own eyes, not from the Daily Prophet."
"Yes, Sir."
Everyone heard a small pop, and he was gone. Dumbledore looked at the fireplace, where Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall were coming out of it.
"Minerva didn't explain what is going on, what happened?"
"Follow me."
Dumbledore led her up the stairs, into Harry's room. Madam Pomfrey gasped, looking at Harry.
"Oh my. I can't believe this."
She went over and put two fingers to Harry's neck. She felt a very weak pulse coursing through him. She lifted the sleeves off of his wrists to see deep cuts. Madam Pomfrey was speechless.
"Will you be able to do anything for him, Poppy?"
"Yes, but why would he do such a thing?"
"To end the pain. His heart has suffered more then anything ever has."
Madam Pomfrey shook her head, and summoned a bottle of dark blue liquid. Hermione had come up the stairs, and seen what was going on.
"What is that for?"
"This will heal the cuts, and refill his blood. He's lost so much blood, I'm surprised he is not dead right now."
Hermione looked at the nurse in horror, and burst into tears. She ran out of the room, unable to face anyone. Madam Pomfrey put the liquid over the cuts. Instantly, I turned into the skin, healing the damage.
"He probably won't wake up for a while. I've done all that I can. The emotional pain, is in their hands."
Dumbledore sighed. Things are not going to be easy on any of them. I hope that they can pull through this.
They all left the room, leaving Harry sleeping on his bed.
Hermione saw them leave the room, presumably to go back to Hogwarts. She ran up to his room. She opened the door, and the tears came back, flooding over, and falling to the ground.
She walked over to his bed, and pulled up a chair. He looks so peaceful right now. How can everything change, and so suddenly at that?
She grabbed his hand, and put it to her forehead. Please, dear god, let his pain pass. Let the evils that have made him do this go away. Let his pain fall through the cracks of the earth and fall into hell, letting him keep his happiness that we have all seen. Please, dear god, let him heal.
She set his hand on the bed, and kissed his forehead, "I love you."
She pulled back to see the top of his left wrist glowing. She saw a mark that was glowing golden, but couldn't make out the shape of it.
"Weird." She muttered, and left the room.
Harry woke up the next morning to see Mrs. Weasley sitting in a chair, holding his hand. He looked to his left to see a breakfast that could have eliminated hunger in a third-world country sitting on the bedside table.
Mrs. Weasley looked up, to see Harry awake. Her face brightened as she gave him the strongest hug he had ever received.
'Uh, Mrs. Weasley, I'm gonna pass out in a second."
She pulled back, her eyes, glistening with tears.
"I'm sorry, Harry, dear. But last night was the worst thing we have ever been through. Your pain should be gone."
"If my pain should be gone, why does today feel so much like yesterday?"
Mrs. Weasley looked startled. He is not going to revert back to the way he was. I will not let his pain continue.
"Because you haven't let out your pain, Harry. You've held it in, and taken in ours. I don't want you to do this Harry. I don't want you to revert back to what you were before. I want you to go back to what you were before all of this happened. Happy, carefree, and joyful. Not sad, alone, and dead to everyone."
"You wouldn't be able to begin to understand the smallest parts of my pain. I'm sorry for the pain I have caused you and the entire family, but none of you would be able to understand."
Mrs. Weasley looked at him in disbelief, and ran from the room. She couldn't find the courage to yell or scream. Things were way too ordinary with him now, especially with what happened with him last night.
Hermione opened her door to see Mrs. Weasley fly past. She looked where she came from, to see Harry's door opened. She ran up quickly, afraid to see what she might find.
She looked in to see Harry, sitting up in his bed. She smiled for the first time since she had been at the Weasley's, then ran over to Harry. She hugged him with all of the strength she possessed, but something was still wrong.
No, she thought He is not going to do this. He is not going to revert back to what he was. I won't let him! She pulled back, looking the exact same way she looked when she hugged Harry when she had gotten to the Burrow, and ran out of the bedroom.
Things changed at the Burrow, while Harry more or less stayed the same. His mood had improved. He would talk more often, and would actually say things to Ron and Hermione, but if they tried to get him to talk about last year, he would walk away, not saying anything.
Mrs. Weasley had taken the nesecary steps to prevent what happened from ever happening again. She didn't want to, but when Harry was sleeping, Mrs. Weasley snuck into his room and grabbed Harry's wand. She had locked up the silverware cabinet, and put an anti-theft charm around the butcher knives. She also made sure that any food that Harry got was pre-cut to his needs.
Things had changed there, and nothing else had happened, except for Ginny walking in on Harry, who was drying off from a shower. They also started listening to the Wizarding Wireless again, for any news on Voldemort.
Yesterday was never going to happen again at the Burrow. Especially with what's yet to come.