destruction ➙ h. potter

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Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide (and self harm).

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"Isabel I think I got you the best present," Harry said handing her a mustard yellow box.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Isabel said gratefully.

"Don't even worry about it," Harry smiled.

Isabel shook her head. Harry seemed a bit off.

He stared at her expectingly.

It was... creepy.

Isabel decided to disregard it and open her present.

She carefully ripped the wrapping and opened the box.

Inside was some rope?

"It's a noose," Harry laughed, "You can use it to kill yourself,"

Isabel's throat felt tight and her breath quickened, "What?"

"Come on, you know you want to," Harry smiled.

Chills crawled on Isabel's body as the room got colder.

She looked at the faces of her friends.

They all were staring at her with red eyes and Cheshire Cat smiles.

She turned back to Harry. His eyes were red too.

"Kill yourself, Isabel," they all said in unison getting closer, closing in on her.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, pulling her legs close to her.

Some sort of sound of someone's voice was in the distance, it sounded muffled.

Isabel listened as the sound got louder.

It was Hermione trying to wake Isabel up.

"Isabel!" Hermione yelled shaking her.

Isabel breathed in deeply.

It was just a dream.

A bloody awful dream.

Her body was shaking and she was sweating.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all surrounded her bed, all obviously scared.

"Sorry," Isabel muttered, embarrassed.

They all sighed relieved, she was okay.

"Bad dream?" Ginny asked.

"Terrible dream," Isabel said, getting out of bed.

Everyone else started to head down stairs.

Harry pulled Isabel aside.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

Isabel stared into his eyes.