Utterly Broken

Chapter One

Harry Potter stared at the door. The looming black door that was the entrance to grimwald place. He had a decision to make. Option one: Open the door, go to platform 9 3/4, go to hogwarts and face the pity, the worshiping. Option two: Open the door, go who knows where, and never return. Or Option three: Don't open the door, stay in bed all day and never leave. 

Right now option two and three sounded very appealing. He continued to stare at the door, unable to decide. How many times had his godfather walked through that very door? How many times before he died? It's your fault, his mind whispered eerily, You should had known the vision wasn't real. Oh merlin, not now. Harry retreated from the door, and raced up the stairs, into the bathroom. 

"Harry?" he heard from down stairs. Hermione, goddamnit. He looked to the razor he now held in his palm, placed above his dark wrist. "Harry?" he heard again.

No. He promised them he'd go to Hogwarts for "8th year". And he promised himself Hogwarts would be blood free. Everyone knows Harry Potter doesn't break promises. Yes you do. 

"Mate? You there?" Ron. They were both there, both of them with their pity. He didn't want to come down, no seree he did not. But after all he had put them through, all the suffering and pain. Hermione had been tortured for Merlins sake. He put down the blade, and slowly lugged down the stairs, grabbing his trunk from the hall. Hermione and Ron stood at the door, worried looks on their faces, hands clasped. When they saw him, Harry saw their faces replace worry with pity. They thought he didn't see.

Ron smiled weakly, "Do you want help with your trunk?" he asked. 

"No!" then Harry remembered himself, and all they things they had done for him, "Sorry, no thank you." Ron nodded meekly, and Hermione studied him, anxious creases lining her face.

"Let's go then," he said, wondering if it was too late for option two.

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When they arrived at the train station, Harry ducked his head, covering his scar with long hair. Still, people stared at him, and he heard them whispering. The little first years stared up at him in awe, adults a mixture of pity and wonder. Fellow 8th and 7th years nodded grimly at the trio, as they walked to the train station. 

Harry saw Mrs Weasley with Ginny near the end of platform 9 3/4. Ginny and him broke it off, Harry needed space and Ginny needed Luna. When Mrs. Weasley spotted them she hurried over, Ginny trailing behind and hugged Ron and Hermione quickly, fussing over their nonexistent lint. She then bustled over to Harry. "Harry, dear! Now why didn't you come to the burrow?" She asked, not looking him in the eye, "We got it fixed up you know. Brand new!" You could have saved Fred, and she would still have her son. 

Harry nodded, "I'm sorr-"

"Now don't you apologise," She interrupted, "You did save the wizarding world after all." She looked back for Ginny as Harry ducked his head and scowled. "Ginny!" Ginny stopped hugging Luna and looked over at her mum and Harry. She waved awkwardly and walked over, fingers twined with Luna's. 

Mrs Weasley began to fuss over Ginny, and Harry looked around, spotting Ron and Hermione talking gravely as they got on to the train. "Hello Harry," he heard a soft voice say. He turned back to see Luna staring at him. "You've got an awful lot of despros around your head," Harry awkwardly scratched his arm, "Are you okay Harry?" she asked solemnly. 

He coughed, "I'm fine," 

"No you're not.'

"Yes I am, I'm fine Luna." 

"The despros," she started, before being interrupted by Ginny who had walked over to them, "Oh hello Ginny," Luna said, her voice happy and light. 

"Hi Luna," Ginny replied, booping Luna on the nose, "Hey Harry," Ginny said to him. Merlin, he had never been in a more awkward conversation sense he and the other gryffindor boys learned about sex from Mcgonagall. 

"Ginny," He said shortly, "I'm gonna..." He started to say before seeing the two girls were too caught up in each other to hear what he was saying. Walking away slowly, still watching them he  trailed to the train.

"Ow!" A sharp voice said. 

"Sorry," he replied to the person he had bumped into.

"A Potter apologising to a Malfoy, this is unreal," Draco Malfoy drawled, crossing his arms. Despite it all, Harry was actually glad to see Malfoy. Malfoy was the only person who treated him as a human being, but being Malfoy, who treated everyone like dirt, that wasn't saying much.

"Don't get used to it, Malfoy," he replied. Surprisingly, Malfoy mentioned nothing about his parents. In fact, Malfoy hadn't insulted him at all, but instead stared at him, as if waiting for something. "Don't be going soft on me either," Harry practically growled.

Malfoy smiled, teeth bared, "Never scarhead," he paused, "I was just waiting for you to call me a dirty death eater like the rest," he said somewhat quieter. 

"You do probably eat the bones of your victims," Harry replied, "But I'm pretty sure it's not possible to eat death."

"With me, I wouldn't be to sure," spat Malfoy, sounding more disgusted at himself then Harry. 

"I'm never to sure with you, Malfoy."

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Harry sat in a compartment on the train with Ron and Hermione, who held hands and made eyes at each other every to seconds.
When he was finally able to see the castle, he wasn't sure whether he was happy or empty. On a positive note, he wouldn't have to deal with Ron and Hermione's lovey dovey, but this was the place of so much death.
Ron and Hermione had helped rebuild the school over so the summer, so they were used to the feeling, they had already walked over all the places someone had lost their life. But Harry hadn't.

All he knew is that they finally had reached the place Harry called a home for so long.

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And that is the first chapter of the redoing of my other story. Please comment what you think. Love you,

me