Harry Potter Imagines

He finds out you self harm H.P

You were done. You didn't know how to describe it. It wasn't like sadness, cause you didn't feel sad. You didn't feel a single thing. Emptiness; that was the word you were looking for. You had thrown your blades away a long time ago, saying that you'd never do it again. 'Maybe just a few cuts' you thought to yourself. You always kept an extra blade just in case. You rummaged through your things for it. When you found it you locked the door and ran to the corner of the room. That's when you started cutting lines across your wrist. You started crying, but you also felt the temporary relief from the emptiness. "Y/N! Y/N!" you heard someone call from outside the door. "Um, just a second" you yelled. Harry could hear the hurt in you voice. "Y/N Y/L/N open this door right now" he demanded. "I said just a second" you yelled, trying to clean the blood. "Alahomora" harry muttered and the door unlocked with a click of the lock and the door swung open. "No no no no no" he said and helped you clean up the blood. He pulled you in his arms and every time you would try and speak he would hush you with a kiss and if you tried to move out of his arms he held you closer to him. He couldn't let his baby hurt herself again.