Lean On Me (song title is not mine, just borrowing
it!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! Sad, but true!!!
Hermione couldn't sleep. Not at all. She paced around
her bedroom in her home, the feeling of dread evident
in her stomach. Every time she closed her eyes, she
saw Harry, saw him lying there in pain. And blood....
there was so much damn blood...
Get a hold of yourself, she told herself, smoothing
her bushy hair back. It's just a feeling... a bad
feeling. Harry is at Privet Drive, and he's fine. His
relatives don't like him much, but they'd never hurt
him... nearly kill him!
...Would they?
She didn't know his family well at all, and from what
Harry had told her...
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks. Maybe she was
making too much out of it. But what if she wasn't?
Maybe if she called...
No. That'd get Harry into trouble... and she didn't
have an owl to send him a letter. Then, if he was in
trouble, how could he reply?
She sighed, walked to her window and peered out at the
night sky. What was she going to do?
"Help me," she whispered. "What should I do?"
Crookshanks peered up at her from the bed, and
Hermione got an idea.
***
It had never been this bad. Harry ducked as a statue
came flying at his head. He had accidentally left
Hedwig's cage on the floor when she left one evening,
and Aunt Petunia had tripped over it, breaking her
ankle. Vernon saw this as a deliberate act on Harry's
part, and was determined to beat him to a bloody pulp.
"I'm sorry!" Harry yelled for the millionth time. "I
didn't mean to leave it out!"
"Sorry my foot!" Vernon roared, catching Harry in the
stomach with a bust of Dudley.
Harry had never felt such pain. He doubled over,
clutching his stomach.
Harry heard Uncle Vernon cry out, and looked up to see
his arm on fire. He couldn't help it, he had let it
slip, and now his uncle was on fire.
Uncle Vernon tredged around the room before running
into the bathroom and extingushing it in the toilet.
He charged back at Harry, his face beat red, his arm
covered with blisters, and grabbed him by the neck of
his shirt. Uncle Vernon dragged him to the stairs, and
heaved. The last thing Harry saw before he blacked out
was the top of the stairs.
***
