⚠️❗️TW: Death, Self harm❗️⚠️
(Third person)
July 12th, 1999
The next six days went by quickly, Ron and Hermione went on trips together and Harry protested making lame excuses because he felt like he would be third wheeling. Eventually they had enough and convinced him to go places with them. Harry brought Teddy with them when he went to an aquarium the first day he left the apartment, the day after he went to a muggle art museum. None of these experiences were enjoyable for Harry since all he could hear and think about was death.
Whenever he closed his eyes he saw dead people, the way they died sometimes peacefully, sometimes brutally. All he could hear were screams, people shouting for help, moaning in pain, shrieking from torcher, wailing or pleading for mercy. Harry could sometimes hear the peaceful deaths but they would always be overlapped be screams of terror. One time he heard someone who was dying comfort their family, "Its okay, I'm ready."
He would cry every day, every night ever since he got deaths mark. He made sure to surround his room with silencing charms on top of the wards. He would bawl or shout trying to silence the screams, he would bang his head against the wall trying to bash out his head while his friends were out.
The day before Hermione convinced him to leave his head started to bleed but he didn't stop, he wanted anything but the torcher of listening to the moments before people die. He banged his head against the five more times as hard as he could, with all his strength, the last time his head broke through the wall and the cried out. Tears streaming down his face like a river, scarlet poured over his forehead and down his face. Too much blood. He started to get dizzy and the voices grew quiet. 'I'm dying,' he'd thought to himself, 'finally, the voices are gone. The pain is gone.' He got dizzy and fell to the ground with a thump. All was gone. There was nothing.
Five minutes. Five minutes of silence was gifted to Harry before he came back to life. The screams were back. He rose from the ground, his headache was gone along with the gash that was previously in his head. Looking in the mirror he was blood stained, miserable, he had felt like a monster.
Now he was standing in front of a painting apparently worth millions of American money, easily affordable for him to buy in other words. Hermione noticed something off with Harry, the way he would stare into space and what not. She even noticed the glamour charms he'd put on himself but she didn't want to ask about it in fear of making things worse. Instead she tried to cheer him up with the support of Ron and Teddy.
"Harry," she said walking towards him.
Harry though couldn't hear her unless he was already focusing on her voice something he wasn't used to and didn't think he'd ever like. When she called him the fourth time he heard her, though only since she was yelling his name at this point. "Huh? What? Whats going on?"
"Harry I've been calling you for a while!" She looked worriedly at Ron.
"Oh- sorry?"
"What's going on Harry? Are you okay?" Hermione finally asked eyeing him nervously.
He smiled a big, bright, fake smile, "of course! I feel brilliant!"
Hermione and Ron saw right through this lie like it was glass. Didn't believe it for a millisecond. 'Mione looked at Ron then back at Harry deciding on what she should do. She chose to go back and try to cheer him up, the safest choice.
"C'mon Harry lets go get ice cream. Then we'll walk around the city... okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Positioning Teddy higher in his arms, he walked with his friends out of the museum heading towards the streets of New York. Thinking about death, it was peaceful. He felt like dying again. Rid himself of the constant torcher, even if only for five minutes.
A/N
Sorry, not sorry, for the extremely depressing chapter, I felt like crying today and now this chapter suddenly exists. :)
I'll update sooner or later since this chapter was a LOT shorter than I wanted it to be.
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