A little angsty drablish thing... Might expand it something eventually, but probably not. It just popped in my head after cruising through Twi/Harry crossovers. No, I don't like Twilight, but it's damn funny when someone steals Edward. Yes, I do hate her, how could you tell?
Disclaimer: I own the universe! I own EVERYTHING! Well, I will someday, anyway, but for now, no, I don't own Harry Potter...
Harry Potter was severely, depressed, verging on suicidal. He wouldn't speak to anyone, or acknowledge anyone who had spoken to him. He moved like a zombie, and looked like one to, because of his newly developed insomnia and inability to keep anything down.
It had gotten to the point where Sirius, who had been acquitted after Harry had brought Wormtail to the Ministry in his third year, had him temporarily come home from school, and drop out as a TriWizard Champion.
People had asked what was wrong more times than the fourteen year old could count, and, in the beginning, he would answer every time, truthfully. It wasn't his fault not even Ron and Hermione would believe him. So he just stopped talking all together.
But still, he could sort of see t from their point of view.
I mean, who would believe that perfect, Head Boy, TriWizard Champion Cedric Diggory was capable of rape?
The End.
