Blood quill ( Harry Potter fanfic )

Chapter 4

'WHAT COULD BE WORSE THAN A FRICKING BLOOD QUILL?!' Sirius almost yelled once they closed the door.
'I DONT KNOW ALRIGHT, STOP ASKING ME, WHAT WE NEED TO WORRY ABOUT NOW IS HOW TO CONFRONT HARRY AND GET THAT WOMAN OUT OF HOGWARTS' Remus almost yelled back. Sirius was taken back when he heard Remus yell. Not that he had never heard him yell before, just, he had never seen him too worried about Harry too!
'Sirius Ik this look, you realise your not the only one who thinks of Harry as a son? Yes, your his godfather, but he is James's and Lily's son too'
'Remus, I know lots of people care about Harry, god he is famous, almost everyone cares about him in the Wizarding world' Sirius and Remus kept talking about what to do, they had many ideas, one was to confront Harry, but knowing he is like James, he won't like that one bit. Another was to wait till Harry told them, but knowing he is also a bit like Lily, he will never own up to being 'weak'.
'So, what do we do?' Sirius asked.
'Wait, there nothing more we can do, if we want to make sure we don't lose trust with Harry, we have to think outside the box' Remus said to Sirius as he rolled his eyes
'Everyone says that! Yes, we don't want to lose the bond we have with him. BUT, IF WE DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, AND GET RID OF UMBRIDGE, HE WOULD THANK US, NOW WOULDN'T HE?' Sirius almost shouted yet again, he was sick of waiting, this was killing him, knowing his Godson was having to use the blood quill!

Back in the bathroom, Harry, yet again was in there trying to make his right hand stop bleeding. Everytime his hand let more blood go, the more pain Harry was in. He wanted to scream, scream about all the pain. Not just in his hand, but all the guilt, all the death he has seen. Harry burst into tears, he couldn't act like he was ok anymore, it was killing him.

Half an hour past, and Harry was still in the bathroom crying. He wanted someone with him, someone to hug him, tell him it's going to be ok. At this point he didn't care who. But in his mind, he thought nobody would want to be there. He imagined his parents laughing at him, because he couldn't handle himself. He imagined his friends, leaving him once the wars over, saying they only stayed with him because they felt they had too. These felt so real. Too real. Harry started crying even more, he wasn't able to stay quiet anymore. With his head on his knees, making himself as small as possible, was Harry Potter

Sorry it look me a longtime to update this story, I don't think this chapter is the best so sorry abt that.

- Madi