I pulled off the bandage on his chest, inspecting the scarlet oval wound over his heart. When I had apparated us back to the tent yesterday the locket had been so hot it was literally burning itself into Harry's chest, burrowing towards his heart. I had to cut so deep into his skin yesterday to remove the locket that dittany would not be enough to prevent the scarring. The cursed locket was on the table behind me. I knew I needed to keep it on, but it was difficult. It seemed to irritate my skin, even through clothes.
"How stupid. How trusting. To think that weapons could be discarded for even a second." Harry twisted and growled on the bed, his eyes moving rapidly behind closed lids as he hissed threats and insults.
I patted his face with a small sponge, trying to ignore the things he said. His hand shot up and caught my wrist, his lids cracking the barest bit. Red gleamed and I couldn't help the tears that ran down my cheeks seeing it. "Stand aside, you silly girl." Harry hissed at me before collapsing back, his hands clenching and unclenching.
I sat back watching him, wondering if he would ever wake up. He seemed to be trapped... in Voldemort's memories, reliving the night he went to kill the Potters repeatedly. I thought I could take the memories out at first, as if removing them might give him peace, but Harry re-lived them again and again, regardless.
I barely managed to get him to drink water, although most spilled out the side of his mouth. We were both already a bit too thin from not eating enough. I didn't know what the impact of him being sick would have on his health if he didn't wake up soon.
With my stupid attempt to try to prevent him from killing Severus Snape–I think I might have doomed Harry.
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
