Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction

A voice

The chair underneath Harry was uncomfortable. The bruises on his legs constantly pressed into the wood; causing him to fidget. He favourited Herbology but Pomona Sprout's words were blurred as pain surged through his entire being. Wood, pressing into bruises and splitting wounds became unbearable. Each movement; a feeling of healing skin splitting apart and saturated clothing sticking to his fragile body. 

He hated himself for thinking that he would ever be without pain. 

Ron glanced over to Harry, seeing how much he was fidgeting and how he seemed to be so uncomfortable. Herbology use to be a subject Harry couldn't stop getting enough of and now it was clear to see he wasn't listening to a single word. It was strange to see his best friend so distraught. It was almost upsetting. He couldn't admit it but deep down Ronald knew he cared for Harry than it was seen to be in a friendship kind of way. Even for his best friend, Ron would die for him. He wanted Harry safe and in his arms.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. He knew if he stayed he would either start crying or a pool of crimson would fill around him on the seat. He quickly stood from his seat; a bit too quickly for his bodies liking. It was far too weak to sustain such quick movement so he collapsed back onto the chair. That alone sent fire through his body, his eyes shut tightly and he bit his lip so no sounds of pain could leave his lips. He sat like this for a few seconds before quietly getting up again and leaving the room. 

Little did he know Ron watched the whole ordeal. He could see the pain Harry was in and it brought tears to his eyes. What could be causing him so much pain? Ron watched Harry leave with a heavy heart. He would do anything if it meant he could take the pain for himself instead of Harry. He didn't deserve it. 

Once Harry could no longer be seen Ron looked at the seat Harry seemed so uncomfortable sitting on. Upon doing so his eyes widened, blood sat on the chair which further Ron's fear. A small tear rolled its way down his cheek. Harry was bleeding and Ron had no idea why so how was he meant to help? He knew Harry was scared and in pain so for the rest of class, he would stay here. His mind raced a mile per minute and never strayed from Harry but forced himself to stay in his seat.

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Harry; now covered in shades of crimson, scarlet and maroon, faded away to the bathrooms. Where he locked the door and let himself collapse. His body was so weak and tired. Pain really took a toll on you, even when you endure it constantly. You could never get used to it. The floor turned from the colour it was to a deep red. 

The room changed so drastically, instead of what he remembered going into it changed to the Dursley's house. Harry couldn't help but freak out, his eyes frantically shooting around. "No," he whispered; struggling over to a wall and pressing himself into it, no matter how much it hurt. "No, no no," Harry cried; tears streaming down his face as he sobbed. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to be back at Hogwarts. With his friends. With Ron.

His now stained red hands trembled and held his body. He couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or being at Hogwarts was just a dream. His clothes became heavier on his body and his mind grew weaker as time went on,

Having fallen down reopened a wound that left him unconscious for days and he was starting to lose a lot of blood again. Thinking on his feet Harry pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around his thigh as tightly as possible to stop the blood flow. After doing this he shivered; not eating took a toll as well but that was something he wished didn't happen. Harry was starving an wanted to eat until he physically couldn't stomach any more. 

The breeze on his skin brushed into the wounds, causing Harry to look down at them. He grimaced slightly at the sight. He was covered in so many bruises, scars and open wounds. It was a ghastly sight and it caused Harry to start sobbing. He hated this life. He wanted the pain to stop. 

"Harry?" A quiet voice asked. One Harry knew all too well. 

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A/N- I truly hoped you enjoyed this chapter. Poor Ron only wants Harry to be happy and safe. Please leave a comment and vote!