Broken

WARNING: This Chapter has a very big warning for it. (see chapter one) you have been warned

Chapter Three - Broken

Madam Pomfrey opened the door and almost collided with Albus Dumbledore who had his ear to the door. Behind him stood the rest of the order and Weasley family.

“Poppy, what’s happened?”

“I can’t tell you that Albus. And before you interrupt me, I will not tell you what happened. But I will tell you this: if you ever send that boy to those muggles again, you’ll have me to deal with. He’s had enough to deal with without those pigs!” she said hissed with more unshed tears in her eyes. “Just a warning to you. In that room, there are four very angry people in there who look ready for a lynching; you’re their lynchee. When they told you to leave him alone, I do believe they were deadly serious. Good day to you.” She huffed and marched down the stairs ignoring the stunned looks and questions sent at her.

Harry groaned as he woke and sat up stretching the muscles that were cramped from laying in the same position for the last six hours.

“Harry?” Bill asked, “how are you feeling?” he had not left Harry’s side since he had fallen asleep, quite determined to be there when Harry woke up.

“Like shit!” he exclaimed “and Bill, thank you for today. Get some shut eye, you didn’t have to stay with me this whole time, but thanks.”

Bill chuckled, “Harry, you’re my little brother, I’d do anything for you, same as for Ginny, Ron, Charlie and the twins. I’ve got some pumpkin soup for you.”

“I’m not hungry” Harry mumbled even as has stomach loudly announced other wise.

“Alright but you need to have a few mouthfuls at least. Poppy said you have to take these potions with some food and thought you might like pumpkin soup the best.”

Harry obliged him by eating two spoons willingly and two more with some coercion before feeling incredibly sick. Bill handed him the smallest vial first and to Harry’s relief it was an anti-nausea potion. He quickly downed the three other potions left for him and settled down again as he was pulled into the depths of a dreamless sleep.

When he woke next he kept his eyes shut feeling an incredible sense of calm and safety and snuggled further into the blankets.

“Wotcher Harry, just how long do you plan on faking sleep?” Harry sat up quickly at the voice and had his wand pointed at Tonks before the memories of the past few days came crashing into him. Tonks had her hands in the air and looked quite pale. She looked in Harry’s cold eyes that seemed to turn almost a grey/ green before they darkened with pain. Behind him Charlie was chuckling.

“You’re more paranoid than Mad-Eye Moody.” He laughed outright.

Harry felt more claustrophobic than he had ever felt in his life. He scrambled up to the end of the bed with his legs pulled up to his chest in a gesture of protection. He couldn’t breath, he scratched at his wrists with hands that were shaking so badly he wouldn’t have been able to hold a glass of water without spilling its contents entirely.

Charlie got up slowly, ensuring he made no sudden movement and walked out of the room, as soon as he closed the door, he ran down to the kitchen.

“Bill!” he gasped as soon as he saw his older brother completely ignoring the rest of the order gathered there. “Har-” Bill was out the door and running up the stairs before Charlie had even finished the name. When he opened Harry’s bedroom it was to see a shocked Tonks looking at Harry who was rocking backwards and forwards with his wand grasped in one violently shaking hand and his other gouging at his wrist that was now bleeding profusely. He looked back at Tonks.

“Go get madam Pomfrey! Run!”

“Harry? It’s Bill, can you hear me kiddo? Your safe, I took you away from them, remember? It’s okay now. Just breathe. Shhh, I wont let them hurt you again.”

He looked up at the door when he heard sniffing from that direction in the doorway was Ginny, who had tears on her face, behind her Remus, Charlie, Albus and the rest of the Weasley clan, including Arthur who had just been about to leave for work. Ginny walked slowly over to Harry ignoring the hand Charlie had placed on her shoulder to stop her. When she reached him, she pulled out her wand and gently held his wrist. She cleaned away the blood and muttered “episky” repeatedly and slowly the wounds closed. Bill stared at his younger sister stunned at the calming effect she had on Harry. While Harry had calmed somewhat while Bill was speaking to him, the moment Ginny had touched him he had stopped panicking completely. When she had finished healing him and he was laying back, she waved her wand at the chair and it zoomed neatly behind her. She sat down and kept his hand in hers. She gently ran her other hand through his hair.

“I swore I wouldn’t come here again. Get me out of here. Gin, I won’t stay here!” he pleaded with her in a weak voice.

At this point madam Pomfrey rushed though the door. “What is the meaning of this?” she snapped at the still crowded doorway “Harry, can I see your arms?” Ginny lifted them up for her to inspect. “Did you heal this miss Weasley?” when Ginny nodded and told her the spell used, she complimented her, “excellent job, although episky wouldn’t have been something that I would have used.” She looked Ginny up and down appraisingly and said, “Have you ever thought of being a healer? To get these results with such a mild healing spell means you have exceptionally strong healing magic.”

Ginny blushed, “yes madam Pomfrey that what it’s what I was hoping to do when I finish school.”

“Well miss Weasley, I have taken students on as apprentice healers before and if you, the headmaster and your parents agree, I would like to take you on at Hogwarts. You show amazing potential.”

“I’d like that. Thank you.” They both looked at the doorway, all three adults concerned nodded their consent.

Madam Pomfrey pulled out a pouch filled with potion vials and handed it to her. “These are all labelled. Give him three at first and then two blood-replenishing potions every hour for three hours and one strengthening potion with them. If he needs it give him a calming potion, but make sure he has one before he goes to sleep. There are also nutrition potions in there, give him one with every meal, no matter how little he eats. If he feels nauseated, this small purple vial will help. Floo me if there are any more difficulties. Any questions?”

Ginny looked through the vials and came upon three dreamless sleep potions. She held one up. “You didn’t mention these. Can he have one?”

“Not tonight, but he may have one tomorrow if he wishes. But not for two nights straight. Good day miss Weasley.” She looked pointedly at Dumbledore and said, “Let me know if anyone hassles him.” She walked out.

Ginny pointed at the door. “Out! You heard her.” She waited as every one except Bill left. She then turned to Harry who had fallen asleep and ran her hand through his hair to wake him. “Harry, you have to take this potion.” She handed him the first vial and he frowned when he saw three others.

“Joy.” He mumbled rolling his eyes.

He drank them all down and then got out of bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Bill and Ginny asked simultaneously.

“Going for a shower, a very long, hot shower. I stink.” He walked over to the bathroom attached to his room and pushed the door open.

He turned on the shower and sat down under water that was as hot as he could make it. He left the shower running and quietly opened the draws, in the bottom one he found an old fashioned shaving blade and went and sat in the shower again. He dragged it across his wrists pressing deep. Blood poured out of his wrists at an alarming rate and little black dots began to float across his vision.

A/N: told ya so. Ok this is the last of the dark chapters. His summer picks up from here. Sort of. Maybe, haven’t decided yet. Smiles innocently.