Harry Potter; Save me please (Mooney, padfoot and prongslet)

Patunias horror

It was the screaming that woke me, the screaming was so loud and so desperate and scared. I threw a quick glance next to me although I knew he wouldn't be there, all I saw was crumbled bedsheets and my stomach dropped. My heart hammered and utter terror flooded my entire body as I threw the quilt back and leaped out of bed, my shaking hands grabbed at the door knob and it took several try's before I could open it. Small cries escaped my mouth everytime it failed to open. I almost pulled the door off its hinges and heard it smack against the wall, probably cracking it. Stumbling out onto the landing I glanced around terrified and strained my ears trying to listen to where the screaming was coming from. My god that screaming. My stomach lurched as I ran to my sons room, I peaked around the door and relief flooded through me as I saw his sleeping frame still snoring in bed. He was safe. My hand rested briefly on my chest as I let out a small sigh. And then it hit me. Harry.
I turned around so fast I almost fell, my heart beat wildly as I ran down the hall. The bathroom door was shut. I could hear the words mangled in the screams and it broke every piece of me. "PLEASE.. N-NOO..IM SORRY!!" He sounded hysterical, he sounded more terrified than I had ever heard him. And my god, that was saying something. He was screaming so loud I wondered how it was possible. I couldn't take it, it rang in my ears, it pounded in my heart. I had to do something, ANYTHING.

My heart pounded as I smashed my body against the locked door. It didn't budge. I started banging on it, yelling. Though I knew I wouldn't be heard over the screaming. Desperation poured through my entire body. "VERNON" I yelled, my voice cracking as I felt tears quickly fogging up my eyes. I knew exactly what he was going to do. I heard him mutter something quietly, before I heard a almighty splash.

I tried. I really did. I could feel my hands and arm bruise up as I continually pounded it against the door. I couldn't see anymore, the tears had made my vision blurry. I had to clutch the door handle to stay upright, if I let it go I knew I would collapse onto the floor. There was a eery silence coming from the other side of the door and somehow that made it worse. Sobs wrecked through my body, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream, I couldn't do anything except pound at the door. After a short while I heard the lock slide open slowly and my heart kept into my mouth. The scene that met my eyes once the door had opened is something that will stick with me for the rest of my life. At first all I saw was Vernon, breathing heavily with his face all blotchy and red. His eyes were wide, wider than I'd ever seen them, and there was a look in them that terrified me. It was excitement. Utter excitement. He arms were soaking wet upto the elbows and bright red. I didn't want to look at the bath. Every single nerve in my body was screaming at me not to look. And yet I couldn't help the way my eyes tore away from my husband and traveled towards the bath. There, still laying under the water, was my nephew. He was still. I could see the steam rising from the bath in great clouds.

The scream that escaped from my mouth was that to rival Harry's. I pushed past Vernon and ran to the bath. "VERNON-WHAT..-OH GOD..-WHAT DID YOU D-" I managed to say through the screams that wouldn't stop coming out of my mouth. I plunged my hands into the boiling bath and grabbed Harry around the arms. I balanced him so that I could carry him out. "CALL, CALL A AMBULANCE" I looked over my shoulder and screamed at Vernon who was still standing by the door. I lifted Harry's light frame out of the bath and held him to me, his body was redder than blood and so tiny that he could fit in my arms perfectly. I placed him gently onto the floor and pressed my beyond shaking hand to his throat. "Please god, please. No no no no no, Harry no" I cried desperately as I felt no pulse. I stroked his wet jet black hair off his forehead. I stroked his sweet face as the pressure inside my heart intensified. "It's-it's okay Harry, I'll make you better.. You're going to be okay. I'm sorry Harry I'm so sorry" I whimpered. I pressed both of my hands to his chest and pushed as hard as I could. Over and over and over again. Why was nothing happening?! I kept looking towards his face, towards his blue lips and light burns. Looking for any sign of life. I didnt know how long id been doing it, I felt his tiny ribs crack under my hands as I tried desperately to get him breathing again. It isnt working. Why isn't it working. I kept screaming it over and over again.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, he coughed. "That's it Harry.." I forced out as water flooded out of his mouth. I stroked back his hair again as he coughed. "That's it Harry, you're okay, come on now come back" I whispered. His eyes didn't open. His tiny body let out the water while he was still unconscious. The small sharp breaths that racked through his lungs made his body shake. He was alive. Relief flooded through my body so fast I almost smiled. I pulled Harry towards me and held him close as I stood. I felt my entire face clench as I readied myself to look at that monster. I forced myself to look straight in his eyes. He was still just standing there, just watching the scene with mild curiosity in his eyes. "You. Could. Of. Killed. Him." I whispered, making sure every word was filled with disgust. He just looked straight back at me and he smirked. He spoke for the first time since I entered the room. "He was dirty. So I cleaned him. Not my fault if he's too idiotic to sit upright in the bath." He said through his smirk. "And if you think a ambulance is getting called you have another thing coming to you... And Dudley." He whispered, letting the evil glint back in his eyes. I breathed sharply in shock at the unveiled threat. I didn't argue however, Instead I held his gaze, letting the revulsion show in my eyes before walking out the room with Harry still placed in my arms. I walked into Dudley's second room and locked the door behind me. After a minute I heard Vernon stomp down the stairs into the kitchen.
I cradled Harry in one arm as I pulled back the quilt on the bed. He was so light, so small. I could only carry Dudley like this when he was first born. I pushed back the pain I felt at how underfed he was and focused on Harry. I gently dried him off with a towel, smothered him in antibiotic cream that I kept in Dudley's draw incase of emergencies and removed his wet clothes and put one of Dudley's big comfy tops on him. I laid him gently on the bed and pulled the quilt up to his chin. I sat there for a while, with tears still escaping my eyes. I just stroked his hair, his face. I whispered my sorrys. I stayed there for a while. I stayed there when I heard Vernon leave for work, I stayed there when I heard the post coming through the front door. I stayed there when I heard the steady rise of the outside world. I only left the room when I heard Dudley getting up. Before I left I turned by the door and looked at Harry, still unconscious. I breathed a deep breath and left the room, wiping my red raw eyes as I went.

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