Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter neither Cut (i guess)
Ok, Thanks tigerlilly for telling me about Cut, or at least reminding me!!!! Yeah, I got inspired by this book called Cut by Patricia McCormick, go out and read it it's a very moving story PLUS awesome! yeah...........(smiles)
Chapter One: Silence
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Nightfall found Harry sitting on his bed hugging his knees. Every night ever since vacation started he kept having recurring nightmares.
All of them always ending up with Sirius dead whether the dream started out good or not. It made Harry slowly stop sleeping, fearing that he'd dream about it again, feeling the pain inside him grow stronger.
He sometimes wished he were Hedwig, sleeping calmly in her cage, not worrying about anything. Whatever he thought, he was wrong.
Although she was just and owl, Hedwig was still worried about Harry, his lack of sleep, lack of food.
She wasn't in her cage tonight; she was out hunting for food.
Although the Dursleys fed Harry in the same equality as their own, Harry barely ate. After the third day he answered back to the Order of The Phoenix that he was fine, trying not to worry them now that they had Death Eater attacks to be worried with.
The days passed by, getting closer to the end. Harry only half wished to go back.
Hermione and Ron sent letters to him, asking him how he was and if they should send anything to him.
He'd answer back saying he was fine and didn't need anything. Worrying his friends would be worse, they'd start asking him questions, trying to comfort him tell him things he didn't want to hear, especially if they were about dead people he knew.
He realized that his anger would lead to something he didn't want. Last year he kept losing his temper, he didn't want to do that anymore, he never wanted to feel anger ever again.
He wished he were dead, he'd be with his family, the people he desired to be with his whole life. The more he thought about them, the less he ate, and the less he ate, the weaker he got. He almost fainted when he was buying his things at Diagon Alley.
The Dursleys car drove past Harry once he got on the side walk. Sighing he walked inside Kings Cross, pulling his trolley, it seemed a lot heavier than before.
Walking through platform nine and three quarters he saw the Weasleys and Hermione by the train.
Ron was the first to notice him. "Harry?" He walked up to his old friend, worried, Harry didn't look healthy, he was skinnier than before, and weaker as well, "Harry?"
Hermione ran up to them, she paled when she saw Harry. "You said the Dursleys were treating you good!"
Harry nodded weakly. Looking at his friends seemed painful; he didn't want them to see him like this.
"What happened?" Ron looked at Harry in the eye, trying to find an answer. Harry didn't answer his question; he didn't want to talk at all. Talking just made him lose energy.
"Harry please say something, you're not like this," pleaded Hermione trying hard not to release her forming tears.
"Oh my goodness, Harry what happened to you?" gasped Mrs. Weasley running to him.
"He's not saying anything," frowned Ron.
"What? Harry why are you-"
He walked on, pulling his trolley with him; Hedwig stared back at the others from her cage, her worry very visible.
After finding an empty carriage Harry tried as hard as he could to put his trunk up at the baggage compartment. His weak arms weren't strong enough but he somehow pulled through.
Feeling tired already he lay down on his seat and rested, not noticing Ron and Hermione coming in.
"What's wrong with him?" whispered Hermione worriedly.
"He should have said something, he kept saying he was fine in his letters," said Ron angrily.
"We're sending him straight to the Hospital Wing once we get to school."
"And get him angry, no thank you, you know exactly what he'll think if we do."
"What do you care about more? His opinion or his health?" Hermione glared at Ron.
"His health," he sighed.
"Well then?"
"Ok fine, we'll send him to the Hospital wing. But if he gets angry it's your fault."
Hermione frowned at him then sighed. The train ride went on in silence; it wasn't until it was up to the middle of the journey when Hermione spoke again. "Why is it always Harry who has to suffer so much? I mean-"
The door opened and Draco and his goons, Crabbe and Goyle appeared. Draco looking snobbishly smug and the two gorillas looking as dumb as usual, just bigger.
"Well look what we've got here, the mudblood, the weasel and the-boy- who-just-won't-die," Draco said in his usual smug tone.
"Fuck off Malfoy, we're not in the mood," said Ron angrily.
"Well that makes things more amusing now doesn't it?"
"Malfoy, go away, suck on someone's dick or something, like the good little slut you are," sighed Hermione. Ron tried hard not to laugh too loud because of Harry. Dracos' face went pink, either it was anger or embarrassment, either way it was still funny.
"That just shows what you do behind your friends back."
Hermione sighed again. "Malfoy, either you go away or you think of a better come back."
"I'm not taking orders from a mudblood!"
Harry stirred a little.
"Well then you might as well go away, you wouldn't want to catch our germs do you? Unless you want to know how it is to live our lives?"
Draco looked down at the sleeping Harry. "What's up with him? Too much hero trauma?"
"What would you know about trauma? All you do is sit around making people do what you want them to do," Ron almost yelled.
"You must want that very much don't you?"
Ron sat up but Hermione pulled him down, glaring menacingly at Draco.
"I seem to have touched a nerve."
She stood up, her wand pointing to his forehead. "Malfoy either you get out or I'll make you feel pain like you've never felt before, then again your father might have done the same curse on you."
Draco glared at Hermione. "Don't talk about my father that way, and what do you know about curses, you'd cry over hurting a fly!"
The witch with the trolley full of sweets and drinks came up behind Draco. "Would you like anything off the trolley?"
Still glaring at Hermione, Draco and his body guards walked away.
"Yeah, Hermione you got any galleons or sickles with you?" Ron muttered to his friend.
"What?" Ron pointed to Harry, "OH! Yeah, I have some money," she took out some of her money from her pocket and handed them to Ron who bought as much as he could.
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Harry couldn't believe it. He was with his parents, at the park, with Sirius and Remus.
They all sat under a tree watching the children play in the playground.
Everything was so happy, so peaceful. For a second he thought nothing bad would ever happen.
That's where he was wrong.
A green light blinded Harry's vision. After it left he found himself in a destroyed park.
The swings, and monkey bars were all rusty in the playground, the slide was split in half, there was nothing left of it but remains.
Looking around Harry saw dry leafless trees, crumpled plants and leaves scattering the floor.
He stood up and turned to the others, he paled.
His parents were wrinkled, and dead, their bones very noticeable, the same with Remus and Sirius. They were all dead, rotting into dust.
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"Harry! Wake up!" Ron shook Harry, trying to pull him out of his sleep.
Harry quickly opened his eyes, tears started fill them, and he didn't stop them from flowing out.
"Harry it's ok, it's just a nightmare," said Hermione hurriedly as she carefully lifted him into a sitting position, he was so light that it scared her. What was more was that he didn't make an effort to push her away or sit up himself.
"Here, have some chocolate," Ron held out the chocolate but Harry never took it, "come on mate, you gotta eat something, at least drink some pumpkin juice."
"He's not hungry Ron."
"Yeah but look at him, he's gotta eat something."
"That's why we're gonna get him to the hospital wing when we get to school."
"Well excuse me; I was just trying to help."
"I know you were. Harry we're gonna bring you to the hospital wing, I don't care what you say, you've got to go."
Harry didn't protest, he calmed down a little, he didn't care where he was going now, what scared him was WHY he was thinking these things.
That's the first chapter (smiles) REVIEW please! and if it's a flame could you at least make it nice, y'know like mother to daughter not bully to midget...........(puppy dog eyes)