A safety Net

Harry stared down at his arm for a moment before moving his sleeve back down. He could feel the blood oozing down his arm. It made him forget. Forget the pain that had happened though out the entire war. Lossing friends. Lossing family. Lossing Sirius. Harry winced as he thought the name. His godfather. His best friend. The closest thing he ever had to a parent. Gone because of Bellatrix. Then, about a year later, Mad-Eye. Then Dobby. Then Snape. Then Fred. Then Remus and Tonks...and so many others. It hurt to think about it. Ron and Hermione had each other. After the war Bill and Fleur broke the marrige off and now was gone, but Bill had family-something Harry didn't have. Ginny broke up with him and was now with someone else. It seemed everyone had someone-dead or alive-but him. His aunt and uncle were gone. He didn't even have someone to talk to.

Harry angerly wiped the tears that threatened to fall harshly. All he had left was what Sirius left him-which was all he owned. The house. The pain in the ass house elf. But all of it didn't matter when you couldn't fill complete. Little by little Harry knew he was going to die alone. Alone and without care at all. Harry didn't care what someone said, he was doomed and done for.

A knock at the door made Harry turn. He wasn't expecting to have someone over-the war only being over for two weeks. Shouldn't they be with family? Harry dragged his feet to the door as another knock was placed on the door. He opened the door to see Bill and Charlie. Now he wanted answers.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"Come on, we have something to show you." Bill said.

"And by 'we' we mean the entire family." Charlie added.

Harry stared at them.

"We'll drag you." Charlie threatened.

Harry sighed but didn't put up a fight. He knew he wouldn't win and they would find out about the cutting he'd been doing...since fifth year.

"Lead the way." Harry muttered in defeat.

Bill and Charlie smiled and began to walk.

Harry walked behind them silently.

Bill looked at Harry from the corner of his eye. He knew the whole war was hard on Harry but he didn't know just how hard it was. It was impossable to know how Harry felt but Bill knew he was in pain. But different from what he himself was in. His wife had left. Harry had lost the closest family he had. It was different pain but in a way, it was the same pain. It hurt. It was a pain that stung the heart. It was one in the same. A sound made Bill to see Harry on his hands and knees.

Charlie helped Harry up. "You ok?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, just tripped over something."

"We're close to the Burrow anyway, we'll Appate." (sorry if spelled wrong). Bill said.

The three disappeared, reappearing at the Burrow seconds later.

"Harry, dear, good to see you." Molly said, hugging Harry.

Harry lightly hugged her back. "You too."

"Hey Harry." Ron said shyly. After he and Hermione getting together, things were tense between the three frinds.

Harry nodded before turning back to Bill and Charlie. "What was it you wanted me to see?"

"Your room." Molly said.

Harry turned around. "My...what?"

"Room. Dad played around with the house and made it bigger. Now we all have our own rooms." Ron said.

"Oh, um hi Harry." Ginny said.

Harry nodded, not knowing what to say.

Bill put a hand on Harry's back to keep him moving up the stairs.

"Thanks." Harry said quietly.

Bill nodded. "This is your room, Mum'll get you when dinner's done." He turned.

"Are you and Charlie staying now?"

"Yeah, after what happened and all, we're staying this time."

Harry nodded. "Ok."

Bill left.

Harry walked inside his new room. The walls were painted a green color and the bed sheets were a light green and red. Harry sat on the bed and sighed softly. It wasn't the same. Not anymore. This time, he wanted to be at home, cutting away his pains with the razor he had. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and stared at it for a moment before putting it to his already wonded arm and sliced. He moaned brokenly as blood poured from the cut. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling his now stinging arm. He dropped the razor, which fell under the bed with a small cladder. He could feel himself slipping away...slowly slipping away.

He heard a muffled voice but didn't care, he was finally free of his horrable life. Finally free.