“ You keep saying you’re fine, but I can still see the blood on your hands. ” ( from Hermione over on @muserepository 🙂↕️)
Harry doesn't know if he can handle the words coming from her- it was Hermione... It was, she was his best friend. She couldn't see the blood on his hands, she wasn't allowed- the idea made his chest hurt. His hand moved up, pressing firmly into his chest as if that would make the pain go away.
She would leave. That was a certainty, that she would finally realize that he was tainted with the blood on his hands and decide he was no longer worth sticking around for- it was only fitting, he supposed. For a moment he couldn't breath, green eyes unable to look in her vicinity. "It won't come off." he finally said softly, almost scared- probably the first time he's sounded really scared in years.
"I keep washing my hands but I can feel it. I can feel it on my skin it's..." His vision is cloudy and for a moment he wonders if he's crying. "When I close my eyes all I can see is blood Hermione It's... i don't know what to do!"