The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

Sanguinem reveles (Harry)

"Hermione?" I mumured, the three of us looking into the tube held in between us. We'd moved into mine and Ron's dormitory for some privacy, and were sat cross legged on my bed, the curtains drawn in case Dean, Seamus or Neville came in. "Can you tell who's it is?"

She was silent, then said "Homenium revellio", listening intently to the strange whisperes pouring out the top of the phial as if they were smoke. It coughed and spluttered, before uttering two words.

"Draco Malfoy."

We leant back, and thought about it. "Well, that does make sense" I said finally. "He was the only one in the cubicle as far as I could see."

"But why was he bleeding?" Ron muttered, automatically turning to Hermione, our generall source of knowledge. She was frowning, until she said,

"Maybe he's self harming?" Ron looked at her, confused. It wasn't a well know practise in the wizarding world, but I remebered something I'd seen while on a walk with Aunt Petunia and Duddley one summer. He'd been taken to the park, where he'd met a few friends, while I had been told to gaurd the bags as Aunt Petunia spoke to a gaggle of mums in the corner. I didn't mind, I wasn't particularly keen to go on all the rides, they didn't look much fun on your own. Everyone else had friends- Duddley and his mates, Petunia and her gossiping crowd, a group of teenage girls smoking behind the climbing frame. There was only one other person alone, a young blonde girl sat on a bench, in a long sleved top even though it was summer. As I watched, she tucked up her knees, and started to cry, her sleves falling down to reveal long, alien marks on her wrists. I longed to go and talk to her instead of staring at her as if she was an animal in a cage, but I was too scared to move. Instead, I turned to my aunt, and tugged on her bag.

"What?" she snapped, irritably, annoyed to have been brought away from her gossiping crowd of friends.

"What's that girl got on her arms?" She turned and looked at her, not minding that she looked incredibly rude, and sniffed, disgusted.

"She's a self harmer. She's as much as a freak as you" she said, before dragging her darling son home, refusing to talk about the matter any more, even though I was buzzing with questions. The girl on the park bench looked almost as scared as I sometimes felt, and it seemed that took it out on her own skin. I looked for her at school, but she never showed up, maybe because she was too old, maybe because she just didn't go to our school. I never even found out her name.

"How horrible" I muttered, snapping back to the pressent. I looked at Hermione gravely, and saw my face reflected in her own.

"I'm sorry, but what are you two on about?" asked Ron, looking nervously in between us, picking up on our anxieties. "What even is self harming? It sounds painful."

"It is. Self harming is when someone's feelings are so overwhelming that they can't control them and take it out apon themselves" whispered Hermione. "Maybe he's so upset that he's deliberately cutting himself to try and distract himself." Ron raised his eyebrows, thinking.

"That's horrible" he admitted, not even mentioning the personal war that he had going on between himself and Malfoy. "But why?"

"I don't know. That explains why he's been acting so wierdly though" thought Hermione absent-mindedly.

"Maybe it's all the stress from his mission" I added helpfully. Hermione glared at me.

"Or maybe it's enough on his own. It explains a lot though. Why he wouldn't want to show his sleves, and why he had a knife covered in his own blood. There's no safe spell for cutting someone's skin and not one of their limbs or something." I grimmaced, and looked down at my lap awkwardly. I had a sudden thought, and grabbed the map from my side table, searching for Draco. Most unusally, he wasn't alone- Snape was in there, perfectly still, while Draco paced around. Then he stopped pacing, and went and stood next to the Professor, not being able to track what he was doing on the map. Then they went their separate ways, Snape heading down to the concealed Slytherin entance, while Draco headed up to Transfiguration, our next class. Suddenly, Hermione's hair was tickiling my ear lightly, and I became aware of Ron's shoulder gently touching mine. "Look, Draco was just with Snape. Again."