Harry: On with the story!
Patience, these things take time. I am trying to think so please be quiet.
Draco: You're thinking? Does it hurt?
Ron: Shut your trap Malfoy!
Draco: Why should I Weasel?
Harry: Because I'll hex you! (pulls out wand and aims it at Draco)
Snape: Oh, what's this? Threatening students Potter? Ten points from Gryffindor.
WILL ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! I am trying to write a story here! If you don't all shut your faces I will write you as fairy boys with pink hair! Now, Severus will you be so kind as to give the disclaimer.
Snape: Hmph. (glares at enraged author)
Fine, (starts typing and reading it aloud) 'One morning Snape awoke, feeling there was something wrong. As he walked into the bathroom he glanced in a mirror and froze in horror. He had sparkly wings growing out of his back and his hair was bright pink.'
Snape: ENOUGH! I will give the stupid disclaimer if you erase that piece of trash you insolent brat! (author erases previous sentences) Kitsune does not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, she only claims rights to the plot and any OCs.
Thank you, Severus. Now, ON WITH THE STORY!
Harry sat at the Gryffindor table surrounded by all his friends. None of them seemed to notice that he wasn't eating. They never noticed. With a sigh Harry ate one more mouthful of his breakfast, struggling to keep it down. He pushed away his plate and sat back, watching everyone around him laugh and joke. A screech of an owl made him look up in time to spot a regal brown owl diving towards him. It landed lightly on the table and offered its leg to him. Harry took the parchment, hoping that it was not another fan letter. He opened it and unfolded the first part.
'Do not open the rest of this letter at the table. It contains information that is for your eyes only. Please return to your dorm alone and read this.'
Intrigued Harry stood. He waved his friends away when they tried to follow. I wonder what could be written. No one could have noticed the way I've been acting, right? I was careful to be cheerful whenever I knew someone was looking. But what if I didn't know they were looking? Why would someone spy on me? No, I'm just overthinking it. It's probably just a love note or something. Nothing of importantance. By now Harry had made it back to the common room and he made his way up to his dorm and sat on his bed to open the letter. Inside was a little poem.
"I sit in silence
Falling deep into despair
The only thing holding me still
Is knowing your there
My soul is slipping
Deeper into the black
I'm holding in my tears
To shed behind your back
Memories of pain
Fill my dreams each night
They tear apart my heart
With all of their might
Only thoughts of you
Stay my bloody knife
From cutting deep into my skin
And ending my pain-filled life
You're the saviour of the world
But it means nothing to me
All that matters is
You're slowing setting me free
I see it in your eyes
The pain your holding in
While everyone around you
Pretends to be your friend
I come closer to the breaking point
Each time I catch your eyes
And I want you to know
That you're a really special guy
If your follow through witl your thoughts
Of cutting your precious life short
I'll be not that far behind
Because your my only support"
Harry sat in his bed stunned. No one loves me. I'm a freak who only exists to kill Voldemort. Who could possibly write that about me? Is it possible, no. He shook off the thought. Maybe if I write back... Harry grabbed a quill and some parchment and started to compose a reply.
Sorry for the shortness of the story. I didn't want to add another poem into this chapter yet. I swear on my author's honor all the other chapters will be much longer. But for now I open the poll as to who will be the writer of the mysterious poem.
1. Draco
2. Severus
3. Blaise
4. Seamus
5. Dean
6. Cedric
7. the DA Proffesor, who will be a random OC that I will come up with
8. any combination of the above, I am not apposed to a three or foursome, just enter your vote and I'll start the race!