Save me from the Nothing I've Become

Chapter One:

As George Weasley passed by the girls' bathroom he shook his head slightly as he listened to the girl's cry. At first he had passed it off, as moaning myrtle making a bigger fuss than usual but it was different. It didn't sound like Moaning Myrtle.

He wondered what on earth was going on in there. Most girls he knew steered clear of that bathroom. No one he could think of was in hurry to bump into Moaning Myrtle or would be in a hurry to in the near future. He thought about going in, but he decided that person wanted to obviously be left alone. He was about to leave when he heard the person speak.

"It makes all the pain go away, even if it's only for awhile. For a minute I can forget about my pain and I can be strong. I can deal with it all."

George put his head against the door. The voice sounded so familiar. He knew he had heard her talk before. He at least knew her from a distance.

"Oh, God, let me die. Just let me fucking die," he heard the girl say.

George didn't know what to do. He had to go in there though. HE had to see if there was anything he could do. Maybe he could talk to this girl, or at least do something.

He had already made up his mind. He wasn't thinking of the fact that maybe he wasn't ready to know who it was, because he surely did know her at a distance. She was in his very house. His mouth-hung open at what he saw when he burst in.

There stood Hermione Granger with blood running down her arm. She had set the blade down as she looked to see the person who had found her out.

"Oh, God. Get out!"

At first George stood there in shock. He didn't know what to say. This was something he didn't exactly see everyday. It was deffinitely something he didn't have to deal with every day. He decided to give her the benefit of the doubt to what was obviously going on.

"Oh, my God. Hermione, come with me. I don't know what is going on here. I'll help you out here. I'll get you to the Madame Pom-"

"No. No one can know. I don't want anyone to know what I do to myself," said Hermione.

"You did this to yourself," asked George shocked.

"What do you think? You see a blade here. And well, gee, I have blood running down my arm. What do you think George? Or is it Fred? I never really could tell the two of you apart," said Hermione sarcastically.

"I'm George. I don't know why you're doing what you're doing but you need help. And you need it badly. I don't know what to do with you at the moment," said George.

"Then do nothing. Just walk away. You go back to being you, the jokester. I go back to being me, Ms. Perfect, the girl who never does anything wrong. After all I fit the role so perfectly. I'm just the third member of the dream team."

George wasn't sure to either think she was insane or to feel sorry for her. He knew one thing. She wasn't what people saw her to be.

"I should tell someone."

"You should, I suppose. Have you ever felt so trapped, so over crowded, that all you wanted was to escape from it all," asked Hermione.

"Everyone does at one point or another. They find different ways to deal with it. Why did you have to make me involved with this," asked George.

"I made you involved? Excuse me, but I think you're the one who walked in on me. You can leave. If you tell anyone I'll hex you," said Hermione," as she finished wiping the blood off.

As she turned to go she heard his faint words. "I'll never tell a soul."

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George layed awake at night later that night thinking of what he had walked in on earlier that night. How could he had made such a promise? He had to tell someone. He had promised though.

He never broke a promise. He wondered if even his brother knew about this. He doubted it. If his youngest brother knew about it he would make the hugest deal out of it. He would make Voldermort destroying the world sound like a Sunday stroll.

He tried to ignore it. He tried to tell himself that it was none of his business and that she was a big girl that could take care of herself. If George was any sane person he would have left her alone or had told someone. He wasn't just anyone though.

He had walked into the room and at the moment he couldn't turn away without making sure that she was going to be okay. He had to find a way to help her. How the hell was he supposed to do that? How the hell did you help someone who wanted you to leave them the hell alone.

He didn't know how the hell he was going to do it but he would find a way. He wasn't just going to walk away. He couldn't. He was involved now whether she liked it or not.

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It was breakfast and Hermione watched in disgust as Ron continued to stuff his face with food. Then she watched as Harry tried to cram in his Potions homework, for Professor Snape would be mess than thrilled if it was not done.

She gave a small weak smile to all of this. This was her home. This was her life. This was what she was used to. They could never know of her pain. They wouldn't understand. She would lose them if they knew how she coped with her pain. No, she wouldn't lose them. They were all she had in this world. She was put on the mask that fit her so well if it meant keeping the two people who meant more than anything to her in the world.

"Hermione, where were you last night? I looked everywhere for you! You were supposed to help me with my homework. Now I am going to fail muggle studies," said Lavender from her spot which was near Fred and George.

"Um-"

"Where DID you go," inquired Ron.

"I- well- I"

"She was with me last night," said George quietly.

Four faces looked at him. They clearly wanted to hear the rest. Hermione threw him a look full of curiosity.

"Well, you see, Hermione was taking a walk last night. She was by the Quidditch field. I needed help with my work so we studied in the library. Now thanks to Hermione Mum might receive one less owl," said George smoothly.

He watched as Hermione let out a breath.

Well, if this interrogation is over I have to go. I have to go get my schoolbooks. I'll help you study tonight Lavender. I promise. Goodbye everyone. Whatever you do, do not be late to ANY of your classes. We have potions with Slytherin first today. Neville, Try not to break anything," said Hermione crossly.

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Once in the safety of her room she cried. She had come so close to losing everything she had worked so hard for. What if George let it slip? What would she do then? Her whole world would come crashing down on her. She wouldn't let it. She would avoid George at all cost. She would make him leave her alone.