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13: The End of Us

~Trigger Warning~

After Harry confronted me about his feelings the rest of the Holidays have went by rate uneventfully. Blaise has wrote to me a couple times saying that his family wants to meet me before the baby comes, and I understand why. As I am the mother of the newest addition of both of our families. Harry has been acting awfully quiet and odd for the past day or two, and even though Ron, Hermione and I have pestered him about it he still won't tell us anything. I decided to give up, knowing that if he wanted us too know he would have told us already.
"What do you think is wrong?" Ron asks Hermione and I one day after dinner while Harry was supposedly in the bathroom, doing god knows what.
"I don't know Ronald! He won't tell us anything so we might as well leave it alone, until he decides to tell us himself." Hermione says, as she has always been the more rational of our friend circle. "Now quit asking me because I don't have any answers."
"Okay, bloody hell, you don't need to get so worked up about it." Ron says, clearly annoyed with how worked up Hermione is getting.
"Would both of you please shut it?" I ask, annoyed with their almost constant bickering. "You guys seem to always find something to argue about an to be quite honest it's annoying."
"Sorry." Hermione apologies sheepishly, and I can tell that she's being genuine. "What's taking Harry so long?"
"Should we go check on him? He has been acting depressed lately." I say, connecting the dots in my head, and my eyes go wide. "Don't tell me..."
"Harry!" Ron shouts and the three of us instantly spring into action.
We all run out of the living room  and towards the stairs, as the bathroom that Harry went too is on the second floor. Hermione and Ron run ahead of me while I struggle to catch up with them while trying to regain my breath, before I know it they're already banging on door while I'm clutching into he stair railing for dear life.
"Harry!" Ron yells as he bangs on the door and he gets no response. "Mate!"
"Harry? Are you okay? Please come out!" Hermione pleads, sounding more desperate with each passing second that they're not getting a response.
"Harry... Please... Come out." I yell as I near the door and catch my breath, and we're still met with no response. "Barge down the door."
"What? Mum will flip." Ron says, but he doesn't sound like he genuinely cares about what our mother will do when she finds out.
"Just do it!" I yell at my older brother, our time to get Harry out of the bathroom in one piece quickly slipping away.
Without another word Ron kicks down the door and it comes down with a groan. Revealing what looks to be an empty bathroom. Ron steps inside first and looks around until his eyes stay planted on the bathtub.
"Harry?" Ron says, sounding more like a plead, as he basically falls to the side of the bathtub. "Mate? C'mon, answer me! Goddamnit!"
"We need to get him to St. Mungo's, now." Hermione says, despite of the situation staying rather calm, as if she is used to staring death in the face, which frankly scares me. "Apparition is our only choice. Here, grab onto me."
Ron grabs Harry's lifeless arm with his left hand and Hermione's hand with his right. And I grab Hermione's left arm and we are almost instantly standing in the lobby of St. Mungo's.
"Help! Please! It's my friend!" Ron cries out for help, and you can truly tell how much he cares for Harry as he tries to keep his body from plummeting to the floor, tears threatening to pour from his eyes.
"What's happened?" A short and plump nurse with curly blonde hair asks, scurrying towards our worse for wear group.
"He, uh, I think he tried to kill himself, he was in the tub." Ron explains through tears that have now spilled from his eyes an that's when he looks down and see's Harry's blood smudging into him and his clothes, making him let out a strangled cry as more tears trail out of his eyes. "Please help him."
"We'll do the best we can." The nurse says before Harry is quickly pulled away, leaving the three of us standing in the middle of the lobby, Ron basically covered in the blood that was escaping the deep cuts on his wrists.