The Lost Souls

Ch 24 // two downs, scratch that one respawned

A/N: Thank TheSlytherinHermione  for this update. Enjoy reading. And feel free to comment for an update, I will be more dedicated to finish up another chapter!

⚠️ !Trigger Warning! ⚠️

Somewhat described self-harm/suicide

Proceed with caution
Please no one do this to yourself, this a thing that TV and ads say to "Not Try This At Home" so please just let it out into words, PM me if you feel anxious, upset or anything. It doesn't matter what, if you feel any bit sad or something, I'll be happy to hear it and talk to you, or listen if you prefer. I'm here my children of the corn.

Yeet now for the story.

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Hermione couldn't sleep after Tommy was no longer around. Not even Draco knew, for he managed to get sleep with a dreamless sleep potion. The girl only had nightmares while awake, lying on his bed in the middle of the night with no source of light except the clear view from the depths of the Great Lake.

She wrapped her arms around her legs, and shook as she was terrified of everything. Thoughts, words, friends, sleep, even reading. She was breaking while no one was awake, and that was never going to be any good. What's worse, though, is her mind constantly replaying how Pansy has been ignoring her recently.

It sucked having to be her, but she still continued without having to break down or anything. Instead, she's making sure everyone around her is happy. Making sure anyone worried for her believes she is perfectly well.

Harry couldn't sleep either, but she didn't know that for he was in the Common Room staring at a fire emotionless. He hasn't felt very well since he's been back to his old self. Especially when he could fully process those memories of Voldemort being a kid, unlike the memories Dumbledore had shown him.

He didn't realize he was crying at all. His mind swirled with thoughts, all negative. All focusing on his own mistakes and judgments. Voldemort seemed like any other kid he's known. He even seemed like Harry, and it scared him he had something in common with the murderer besides their blood status.

Voldemort was confused while he was in his own prison. His memories seemed to be from long ago, but it wasn't. It was barely days and he was upset that he wasn't a child. He liked not being an adult. He liked how Draco and Hermione cared for him unlike every last person at the orphanage he was raised in.

Harry reached for his wand, desperate for his thoughts to at least pause for a while. "Accio razor" he whispered under his breath. Right as he caught it in his palm, he made a fist and let it cut through him. His skin tore and he didn't show any struggle as he bled.

He opened his closed hand, and glided the sharp object against his wrist, through his artery that was perfectly fine before. His face showed little pain, before he smiled a bit, with his eyes shut, and he lied there, leaving his broken vein bleeding heavily as he prepared to greet death.

Hermione had just happened to sneak out of the boy's dormitory, hoping that at least the Great Lake could take her mind off things. She merely spared a glance towards the fire, not thinking much of why it was on. She looked back to the fire when she realized there was a shadow in front of the flames.

"Harry?"

She took a second to adjust her eyes and see him clearly. Then she saw he was unconscious, and- not moving. The moment she saw the slightest stain of red, she ran over to him only to scream loud enough for at least all of the hogsmeade to hear, nevermind the castle.