Harry Potter - The awakening.

Why?

"Why?"

Harry had been asked this questions a lot recently. That one worded question that asked more than a lifetime of answers. Harry sighed and looked wearily at Ginny, who was sat next to his hospital bed. Harry had been transferred to St Mungos, after trying to commit suicide twice more in that same day that the first even occurred. He had been in St Mungos a week and, so far, had tried to commit suicide five times during that week. It had been noted that Harry went into a trance-like state before doing this. Where he once again would claim that he was the demon of the world and a murderer.

Once Harry snapped out of this state, normally after being hugged and fussed over, he would be taken back to bed and would fall asleep instantly. He would sleep for four to five hours, before waking up again and being questioned. Harry never answered the simple question. He refused to, as he was scared to what their reaction would be. Would they be angry and beat him? Would they be scared and run away from him? Would they be disappointed and kick him out of their lives? Or would they be understanding and help him, as Harry secretly hoped they would?

Harry wearily looked up at Ginny. He had decided on telling Ginny the answer, as it was slowing killing him inside not doing so. "I blame myself you know." Harry replied and watched the sudden understanding on Ginny's face.

"Harry, none of their deaths were your fault. Anyway, they have come back to life now, everyone at the battle." Ginny replied comfortingly.

"Snape didn't. Neither did the countless others who died during the year... apart from Tonks' dad." Harry retorted, looking at his hands.

"That's because Snape resented you and your family. The others were the people who were against you and never redeemed themselves and you know it!" Ginny argued, crossing her arms stubbornly.

Harry looked into her chocolate brown eyes and melted into them. He was madly in love with Ginny Weasley, but hid that fact from the world. Slowly Harry found himself and Ginny leaning towards each other, until their lips met. Their lips moved in sync and Harry's hands found their way to Ginny's waist. Unfortunately, after a fair few minutes, their need for oxygen caused them to break apart.

"Well, Harry, I best be going." Ginny said, standing up and refusing to look at Harry.

"Wait!" Harry yelled and grabbed her hand before she left. This was the first time since his first suicide mission that he had talked to anyone before they talked to him. "Please. I'll try to get over for this, not for myself, but for you and the rest of the family."

Ginny nodded her head, and thought for a second before talking once more. "If you can't live for yourself or us... then live for those that died." and with that, Ginny left a very thoughtful Harry.

Five minutes later Lily and James entered the room. They looked at Harry in sorrow, both wanting to know why Harry so desperatley wanted to die. They, of course, had found out everything that the Weasleys knew about Harry life at the dursleys; so, of course, they blamed everything on them. 

Lily and James had gone to the Dursleys to confront them about Harry. This had ended in shouting, screaming, tears and Lily and James being thrown from the house. They had not contacted them since. Harry had no idea of the occurrence, so he had no idea that his parents knew that Harry was miserable at the Dursleys and often came back from the place looking considerably thinner than he did when he arrived there.

"Hi sweetie, how do you feel?" Lily asked, sitting down next to James.

"Better." Harry replied. "Mum, Dad... I'm really sorry about this; I'm going to get better. I promise."

Lily grasped one of Harry's hands. "Thank you."

*

 Two weeks later and Harry was getting into a ministry car, accompanied by his parents. He had finally been allowed to leave, under the conditions that every other day a healer visited the burrow and that he was never alone. Harry had tried to argue against the conditions, but the head healer had simply said 'If you don't agree to the conditions then you will be staying here Mr Potter'. So Harry had reluctantly agreed as he had grown sick of being stuck in bed.

For most part of the journey, Harry stared out of the window, thinking about Ginny and how, even though she had visited him every day, they hadn't kissed since their meeting two weeks ago. Occasionally Harry and his parents would exchange small talk, mainly about the glorious weather or the happenings in the wizarding world. After a two hour drive, which would've been considerably longer if it hadn't been for the car mysteriously jumping ques, they turned a corner on a dirt track and the burrow came into sight. Harry's heart leaped at the sight of the house and the memories it brought him. 

The car came to a stop and Harry rushed out of the car, his magically shrunk possessions in his trouser pocket, and hurried up to the door. Harry stopped in front of the door and raised his fist to knock on it, when the door swung open and Mrs Weasley grabbed him into a bear hug.

"Harry! Oh you scared us! Don't you ever go doing somthing like this again! You hear me?" 

"Yes Mrs Weasley." Harry replied, internally sighing didn't anyone understand that he couldn't control the suicide? "Where's Ron, Hermione and Ginny?"

"They're upstairs. They don't know that you're leaving today." Mr Weasley replied, appearing next to his wife.

 Harry shook Mr Weasley's hand and hoped beyond hope that his parents would leave him alone now that he was at the burrow.

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A/N HEY! Sorry that it took me so long to upload and sorry that it is so short! I will leave you all to wonder why Harry wants Lily and James to leave him alone :D I am evils!