Harry Potter does not belong to me. Warning story contains cutting and depression. I hope you enjoy!

A cool breeze swept through her curly brown hair as she sat on a stone bench in one of the many courtyards on Hogwarts' grounds. Tears of frustration fell from red rimmed brown eyes, her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap. All of the students were in class but she didn't feel up to going, besides it was Potions. She shuddered when she thought bout the dreaded potions master.

Slipping her hand into her robes she pulled out a razor blade and stared at it for a long moment before pressing it to her already marred skin. Slowly she dragged it across her wrist and watched the blood as it streamed out from the cut in little rivulets.

Sighing she cleared her mind and closed her eyes allowing the blood flow a moment before applying pressure. The stress in her life seemed to build up everyday; she no longer knew how to deal. No one really noticed her, not even her two best friends.

Hearing footsteps behind her she quickly hid the razor and her wrist inside her robes, composing herself as much as possible.

"Aren't you going to pack to go home?" Harry Potter asked sitting beside her.

Slowly she shook her head not turning to face her friend. She didn't want to face Harry at the moment. Collecting her books she stood and mumbled an excuse that she had to go to the library.

Her footsteps quickened as she moved down the hall not noticing the looks on the faces of the students and professor's faces. Besides she didn't care what they thought about her.

When she entered the Gryffindor tower several students looked up from where they studied near the fire. Ron Weasley looked up from his homework and smiled calling her over.

Sighing she wandered over to the corner offering a small smile and sat down next to him. Her eyes wandered over to the empty parchment that lay in front of Ron.

"Please help me." Ron whined. "I need to get this done before we leave tomorrow."

She gave him a withering look. "No Ron." She said.

Looking up at the clock she stood. "Its time for dinner lets go."

Ron got up closing his book and following his bushy haired friend. Almost in a run he finally caught up to her as she reached the Great Hall and grabbed her arm.

Wincing in pain, she wrenched her arm away from him and hurried through the doorway and down the isle to the table.

Harry and Ron sat down on the other side of the table uneasily staring at their friend in concern. The rest of dinner was in silence and all the students were sent to bed.

The next morning she watched the train leave the station waving goodbye to Ron and Harry who were heading to the Burrow for Christmas. Sighing she turned back and started the long trek back to Hogwarts to spend the holiday alone.

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