When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 7. Too light

-Harry's pov-

I was so fucking mad I couldn't think clearly. I said goodbye to Hanna, I didn't want her to spend time with me when I'm like this. I knew the dorm was empty now, everyone was at Hogsmeade, probably stuffing themselves full with butterbeer.

I threw myself at the bed once I got up to the room. What was the problem with Malfoy anyway? He didn't bother me at all, and now he suddenly throws out something like that, and he didn't even try to defend himself when I knocked him down. He's probably in the hospital wing by now, that nose didn't look good, neither did that wound on his cheek.

Harry took out the maraunders map and said the password: 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.'

It showed malfoy's name. But not in the place I expected. Frowning, I studied the name in the astronomy tower. What could he be doing up there?

I decided to find out. I took the invisibility cloak and headed to the astronomy tower, wondering what mischief he could be planning, while a little Hermione sounding voice in my head added 'Don't be silly, what kind of mischief could he possibly be planning with his nose broken and probably some ribs too?'

I decided to ignore my imaginative Hermione and continued upwards the tower. When I opened the door the room was quiet. Almost too quiet. He was here, I had seen it on the map, clearly.

It was then I saw it. Malfoy lying on the floor in a pool of blood, his wrist was full of cuts. I backed a step. Horrified. It took around five to ten minutes to carry the bloody boy in my arms to the hospital wing. I had trained pretty much this summer and had a very good body, I also had my height as a advantage. On the other hand, Malfoy was way too thin and fragile. The first thing I discovered when I lifted him from the ground was how unhealthy thin he was, and how pale. Malfoy was normally pale, but not like this. He was like a ghost. There were dark circles under his eyes. How could I've not had noticed them before?

Madam Pomfrey took this with great seriousness, showing how this was not a joke, the boy was barely hanging on to life. He could die any moment.

I was directed to put him down on a bed and Pomfrey removed the shirts, I'd left Malfoy's robe lying on the floor where I found it.

I couldn't believe what I saw. Everywhere, everywhere was scars and wounds. Hundreds on the wrists, stomach, chest, shoulders. Probably back and legs too, but I couldn't see. Pomfrey wasted no time and begun telling one spell after another in an incredible speed. Soon had the bleeding stopped and the hideous large wounds was just thin white lines across his wrists, like so many others.

What could have happened? Who would possibly do such a thing to another human? Sure, I wasn't the biggest fan of Malfoy, but even I could straight up say that no one deserved this.

It looks like Pomfrey now has gone over to fix some internal damages as she waved her wand over Malfoy and his chest started glowing blue. You could see some black and red dots on the blue, and Pomfrey immediately fixed it. Then she went over the rest of his body with her wand. It was scary how much red and black there was, how much scars and how much wrongs there where with his body.

 What the hell had this boy been trough?