Hidden Pain (Drarry) [BEING REWRITTEN]

Chapter 3: Split Second of Hope

Harry
I sit on my bed staring at my broken glasses thinking. My mind wandered to the events of last year, Cedric and Cho, Triwizard tournament, splitting the prize sith Cedric,giving my winnings to Fred and George for the joke shop. I picked up my glasses and some tape. I fixed them but very poorly. I put them on and started my summer homework with a heavy heart. Maybe Sirius or someone else could save me? I know I shouldn't but I had a glimmer of hope that I might actually leave. There was only a tiny problem. I had developed a fear of telling anyone my problems and a mild case of anorexia, and I had a problem trusting people. You won't be saved. You won't tell anyone either. You will act like you're fine I thought to myself. I couldn't let anyone find out what's going on. I would have to act like I was fine. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was shocked at the face staring back at me. It was sunken and pale with a slight bruise where Vernon punched me. My jet black hair was messy as always. My bright green eyes weren't bright, they seemed almost dull. Just a little but longer and I would be safe. I would be going to Hogwarts. I just had to hang on for a while longer. Then I would be home with my friends. Who would want you around? said a tiny voice in my head All you do is cause trouble for everyone. I knew it was true, but i didn't want to believe it so I just went back to my homework. I soon fell asleep and dreamed I was back on the train to Hogwarts.