About Harry

Hermione

I've got so much free time I cannot believe it. Therefore, I profit to get on with my reading. Hugo, Ron, the house, and my job takes so much of my time I scarcely get the chance. It's such a lovely sensation to immerse oneself in a book. I can almost forget the reason I'm here for. All the bad feelings are in hold while my brain is occupied in filling itself with new notions. I brought a few with me, but there are many interesting ones in here anyway. Harry is not such a voracious reader, but he owns many about jinxes, defence, and dark magic because of his job. I picked one about defensive spell and it's quite entertaining; I'm learning a few things I didn't know. Tomorrow I'll try to practice some.

It's already been a couple of hours I haven't heard any sounds though. Better to go and check again.

When I get to the living room, I gape in horror beholding the scene in front of me.

Harry is actually slashing his skin with a knife!

He is so absorbed by it that doesn't even notice me on the threshold.

He has already four level deep gushes on his thigh and three on his forearm, blood is trickling on the floor.

'Harry, what are you doing??' I finally blurt out with a shrilled voice. At that noise he jerks in surprise letting the knife drop on the rug and when he sees me there, horrified, gawping at his wounds, his reaction is so quick I have no way to escape. He jumps up and he is on me in half a second. With force he slams me against the wall and grasp my throat with an iron grip. I found myself immobilised, terrified. I gasp for air that doesn't get to my lungs; my throat constricted by his hand.

He looks at me with eyes that seem red so much rage is in them 'I told you to leave me alone' he barks.

I try to unravel his hand from my throat wildly, but he is too strong. So, then I try to kick him, but I can't as he is keeping me up and my feet barely touch the floor.

'Harry... I cannot breathe...' I try to say but only a suffocate rattle comes out. I gasp, feeling my lungs collapsing in my chest, burning with the lack of air.

Only a few seconds are enough to understand that I'm about to die.

There is not the clarity of thoughts everybody says you get; my will to live, my endeavour to free myself, this overturning fear, doesn't allow me to have it. There are only wild, confused thoughts swirling madly in my head. The only thing I can see are his green eyes piercing me with malevolence.

Is this how I am going to die? Is this the last thing I am going to see?

And while I still struggle to get free and I panic in understanding he won't let go, he suddenly releases me.

I drop on the floor coughing convulsively, forcing myself to take big breaths in between the shaking. The first intake burns my lungs making me cough even more but then they fill wildly but with increasing regularity. I fight the sickness that had built, and I blink away tears brought up by the coughing.

Fright has been great, and I start to sob nervously crouched on the floor in front of Harry's legs who hasn't moved.

When I'm finally able to, I look up afraid I'm going to see that malignant stare again, scared of what he may try to do.

But there is not what I thought I would find.

His eyes are wide open, mirroring my shock and as scared as mine. He looks at me uncapable to move and then he backs away slowly until he gets to the opposite wall, as far away from me as he possibly can, and sags on the floor covering his head with his arms, rocking back and forth. He doesn't make any sound, but I can sense the turmoil, the panic. He almost killed me, and he is terrified of it.