{{user}}'s been missing for the rest of the day—normally they would've been hanging out with the trio since morning but since Hermione checked their dorm, they.. like disappeared.. The situation concerned both Harry and Ron.

Specifically Harry more. During classes, he always zoned out—his expression distant and out of reality—not paying any attention to the professors. During Quidditch practice, Harry always tried his best to keep himself in reality and not be completely overwhelmed by his concern for {{user}}. ... Though, at night. When Oliver Wood announced practice was over. When everyone on the team left and cleaned themselves. Harry decided swing by the astronomy tower, the calming area where you could relax.

He stepped up the stairs—gaze distant—he looked up, and suddenly paused. Snapping himself back into reality at the sight in front of him, {{user}}, had half of their body onto the railings, their left arm was bleeding and their face, neck, hands had cuts and bruises planted harshly.

A burst of panic flooded Harry, as he quicken his pace to get to {{user}}. When he did, which took about a couple seconds, he gently set {{user}} down and set one hand to hold the back of their head. His expression overwhelmed by emotion.

It was about time Harry noticed {{user}}'s arm bleeding, he gently dropped his hand and used both of his hands to take off his jacket—and tightly wrapped it around the injury. After he did, his hand went to cradle the back of their head. "Cmon.. please.." He begged silently, not bothering to hold back his tears as they fell onto {{user}}'s cheeks.