Curse Of Pain

Chapter 14

Hermione's POV

I shut the door and put up all the silencing and locking charms.

When I finished I turned towards my husband, a worried expression across his face. I sat down in the chair beside him. Rose sat on Ron's lap and played with the fingers of his non broken arm.

Awhile passed and we sat in silence. We never could talk to one another when this would happen.

He always insisted on being alone during this time. It frustrates me to all of hell. I mean, what if something worse were to occur this time and we would have no idea?

I get it, he doesn't want to worry anyone or freak anyone out. I've only seen the full hour of it a couple times in the last ten years. He's gotten so used to it that he's become a genius to know when it's about to happen and pushes everyone out.

It pains me to see him like this. His life has been full of nothing but pain and I just wish for once he could live his life and be happy. I know he says he's happy and in some aspects he is, but he won't let himself fall in love because he doesn't want to hurt them like he had Ginny. Though none of it is his fault, he still blames himself.

"Alright, the tests ca- where's Harry?" Draco walked into the room and stopped when he noticed the lack of a presence.

He hasn't told him. I knew he wouldn't. Harry's stubborn like that. It took us forever to convince him to tell the others.

When we didn't answer, Draco's face went grim.

"Where is he?" He asked again.

"I can't tell you." I replied, not making eye contact with him.

"Why? What if he's hurt? Teddy's told me enough to know he's not alright."

I looked up surprised. "Teddy? What do you know?"

"Not much. Just that Harry's ill."

I sighed. "I guess you could say that. Draco. The thing with Harry is that he hates getting others involved. Not to mention if people found out, then he'd have a bigger target on his back."

"Target? What do you mean? What is it that he's keeping from me? I thought I've proven myself for him to know that I'm not going to betray him."

"It's not like that." Ron spoke. "Hermione and I only know because we were there when it first happened. If it wasn't for that then he probably wouldn't even tell us. He hates worrying people. It took us forever just to convince him to tell the rest of our friend group and our family. Plus there's still a lot of death eaters at large that would jump at the opportunity."

Draco looked taken aback by Ron's words.
"Is it that serious?" He voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes and no. He won't talk to us about it and when he does he keeps it pretty vague." I replied.

"What's happening to him?" He seemed hesitant to ask, too afraid of what it could be.

"We can't tell you. It's Harry's secret, but I will tell you this. He cares about you. I didn't know how much until today. He's been through enough in his life. He deserves someone that will make him happy. Please. Don't hurt him. He's suffered long enough." I replied honestly.

He nodded his head. "Never again. I promise." I smiled at him.

A second later the door to the bathroom opened and a limping Harry walked out.
I stood up to help him, but got beat to it. Draco helped him to the chair and began inspecting several burns on his hands, and several cuts on his cheeks and arms.

His magic is too weak after one of the episodes and so his magical healing is nearly impossible for him to do. Which is why I make those potions for him so that he at least has one way to recover even if it isn't much.