The Way Harry Thinks
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The mind of Harry Potter was very jumbled. It was confusing to be him. Right now it was the summer after his Fifth year and he was sitting in his Godfather's room sobbing into a pillow. He had been here for a few days now and it broke his heart over and over as soon as he woke up to find that his Godfather's death had not been a dream. He desperately wished it was but he knew it was real. He was mean and snappy and quiet mostly to everyone and no one like this side of Harry. He tried to make everyone know that he was okay, but both he and they knew that he wasn't okay. Finally, Ron and Hermione came to him. Hermione locked the door and then they both turned to him.
"Why don't you sit down Harry," Hermione said gently, urging him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Harry, are you okay," asked Hermione.
"Hermione, I am completely fine," said Harry quietly, that was how he said everything these days.
"Harry we know you're not okay," said Ron.
"I am fine Ron," answered Harry.
"When was the last time you thought of Sirius," asked Hermione. Harry winced at the sound of Sirius' name.
"This morning," Harry whispered, choking up.
"How do you feel about Sirius' death Harry," Ron asked, seeing Harry's eyes blur a little.
"Like it's my fault," he almost mouthed it, the tears started to roll down his cheeks. He turned in the other direction so that they wouldn't see him cry. He wiped his eyes but the tears just kept coming. He got up and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge.
"Let me out," Harry said, his voice was choppy.
"No Harry, we're not letting you go until you share your feelings with us and talk to us," said Ron sternly. Thank goodness Harry had his wand.
"Alohamora," Harry cast the spell. He tried opening the door, but it didn't work. The door handle stayed firm and Harry was getting angrier by the second. Finally, his magic lashed out and threw Ron and Hermione over to the other side of the room. The door still would not budge even if he directed his magic over to it. Then he just sat in the middle of the room and conjured a shield around his sobbing self. Hermione and Ron looked at their friend who was having a mental breakdown. He was very emotional and if anyone said anything he would lash his anger-magic out at them. Finally, Hermione took pity on him and unlocked the door with her wand. He immediately picked himself up; hugging himself ran out the room. He went into Sirius' room and sat sobbing into the pillows on the bed. Ron and Hermione were about to come in when they heard muffled sobs coming out of the room. They opened the door a little and peeked in to see Harry with his face down in the pillow, sobbing. It broke their hearts to hear him in so much pain. Then, Ron stepped on a crack and Harry let out a strangled sound and turned around. Seeing them made his anger flare even while he was sobbing. Still crying his magic tossed them out of the room. He resumed his activities until he fell asleep. He was so exhausted that he didn't notice that Remus came in and tucked him in.
A/N: Hermione: I hope everyone likes it so far.
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