Harry rolled over in his bed and threw his eyes towards the gray
ceiling. Only three more weeks, he thought. His tiny bedroom next to his
cousin's, Dudley was like a prison to him. It had only been a short,
unfinished, summer since Harry had encountered his worst nightmare, and the
images were still fixed in his mind like a horrid family portrait. He had
seen a lot since arriving at Hogwarts those almost four years prior. He had
seen things any other wizard would have crumbled under, yet he, little
Harry Potter, hadn't. He could have died so many times, in almost every
instance he felt his ominous fate draw nearer and deafeningly more
tangible. He didn't like to dwell on these thoughts, however.
He knew what Ron would say if he knew Harry was contemplating his own victories and near deaths, though both definitions seemed to be inaccurate statements. "Jeeze, Harry, I don't think you should think about it. Wanna play some chess, then, that'll get your mind off it don't you think?" Chess was Ron's favorite thing, and seemed to be his answer to all things appearing unanswerable. Harry chuckled at the thought of Ron suggesting to play chess as a key to the thing that petrified his mind so blatantly. Then his mind drifted to Hermione. She worries too much, he thought first off. "No Harry," She would say with a glass breaking rise in her voice. "We should stay focused; you know that, we can't go around expecting to be taken care of. You must take care of yourself. I remember reading about a spell to cure uneasiness." Her voice trailed off in his mind as he had no clue as to how she would finish that sentence. Ron and he didn't read nearly as much Hermione would like, therefore Harry couldn't know the ingredients for a heartache curing spell.
Ron and Hermione. What was going on with those two, he thought as he envisioned them bickering that night after the Yule Ball in the Gryffindor common room. In Ron's last letter he had, rather conspicuously, questioned Hermione's whereabouts and loyalty. This, too, made Harry laugh.
Harry~
Ron here, obviously. How is everything? Mum sends her love along with that batch of mint bars. Says she knows the Dursley's don't feed you enough to keep any muggle, let alone wizard, alive for long. She wanted to send more, but Pig about fell off the counter with just these. We all miss you and I'm anxious for you to be able to come already! Mum and Dad say they expect news from Dumbledore any day now granting them permission to fetch you. Have you talked to Hermione lately? She sent me an owl with a leai from Hawaii, but that was over a fortnight ago. She mentioned stopping off in Bulgaria with her family, didn't mention Krum, but you know she will be seeing him. Think she will stay loyal to us, Harry? How can we be so sure? That sneak Krum, I still say he is not just interested in Hermione. KarKaroff was his head master and we all know he was a big supporter of you- know-who. Sorry Harry, didn't mean to mention him, just went down onto the paper. Write back, and I will let you know about coming out.
Ron
Oh, P.S. Ginny says hi. (laugh)
Harry didn't quite know what to make of all of this. His best friends had the warm fuzzies for each other? This thought did not make him laugh, however. It gave him a sickening feeling of being left out. He put the idea out of his head. He knew Ron and Hermione would never desert him. Then being deserted drove his thoughts back to the Tri-Wizard Championship. He had been alone, he had not had Ron's strength, or Hermione's cleverness and he had made it. But this thought only solidified that feeling that Ron and Hermione could get along fine without him, and worse,
Harry could as well. Harry loathed that.
Then thoughts of Sirius flooded his consciousness and he felt some warmth back in his toes. Sirius seemed to always, somehow, set all things right in Harry's head. He knew he could get on now that he had Sirius, and that was a comfort. Harry ran his index finger over the jagged scare on his forehead. He knew it was the mark of a terrible curse, he knew that it was a warning tool when danger was near, he hadn't realized it quite possibly was also an indicator of heart ache.
Subsequently Harry's mind wafted towards another person, though maybe not so much in his life as the other occupiers of his thoughts. Harry was not a normal boy, for one he had spent much of his youth conjuring spells in an enchanted castle used as a school of witchcraft and wizardry for a lot of young people who meandered around in cloaks carrying wands. For another, his parents had been murdered by a wizard, who had gone terribly wicked, just after his first birthday, leaving him alone and forever blemished. But, like all normal, muggle-born boys, Harry had crushes. And his was the pretty 6th year Cho Chang, a damn fine Quidditch player and inaccessibly popular Ravenclaw. But for Harry, it wasn't attaining Cho that caused his heart to race; it was the thought that he someday could, which kept him up at night.
But, tonight Harry found himself thinking of another girl that had entered his life unexpectedly and vanished even more swiftly. He knew it was silly, he knew he would have quite a bit of explaining to do were someone to read his thoughts. He knew that Ron would huff about her being part veela, and that Hermione would sound off on him endlessly. But Harry didn't want to worry about what his friends would say, he didn't want to continue in unease on the disapproving thoughts of his friends, he just wanted to fall asleep remembering her running down the steps in front of Hogwarts after saying good bye to him. That's enough, he thought, to put the rest to ease. And he closed his eyes and drifted finally into a slumber.
Author note: This is only the first installment, let me know what you think if you like.
He knew what Ron would say if he knew Harry was contemplating his own victories and near deaths, though both definitions seemed to be inaccurate statements. "Jeeze, Harry, I don't think you should think about it. Wanna play some chess, then, that'll get your mind off it don't you think?" Chess was Ron's favorite thing, and seemed to be his answer to all things appearing unanswerable. Harry chuckled at the thought of Ron suggesting to play chess as a key to the thing that petrified his mind so blatantly. Then his mind drifted to Hermione. She worries too much, he thought first off. "No Harry," She would say with a glass breaking rise in her voice. "We should stay focused; you know that, we can't go around expecting to be taken care of. You must take care of yourself. I remember reading about a spell to cure uneasiness." Her voice trailed off in his mind as he had no clue as to how she would finish that sentence. Ron and he didn't read nearly as much Hermione would like, therefore Harry couldn't know the ingredients for a heartache curing spell.
Ron and Hermione. What was going on with those two, he thought as he envisioned them bickering that night after the Yule Ball in the Gryffindor common room. In Ron's last letter he had, rather conspicuously, questioned Hermione's whereabouts and loyalty. This, too, made Harry laugh.
Harry~
Ron here, obviously. How is everything? Mum sends her love along with that batch of mint bars. Says she knows the Dursley's don't feed you enough to keep any muggle, let alone wizard, alive for long. She wanted to send more, but Pig about fell off the counter with just these. We all miss you and I'm anxious for you to be able to come already! Mum and Dad say they expect news from Dumbledore any day now granting them permission to fetch you. Have you talked to Hermione lately? She sent me an owl with a leai from Hawaii, but that was over a fortnight ago. She mentioned stopping off in Bulgaria with her family, didn't mention Krum, but you know she will be seeing him. Think she will stay loyal to us, Harry? How can we be so sure? That sneak Krum, I still say he is not just interested in Hermione. KarKaroff was his head master and we all know he was a big supporter of you- know-who. Sorry Harry, didn't mean to mention him, just went down onto the paper. Write back, and I will let you know about coming out.
Ron
Oh, P.S. Ginny says hi. (laugh)
Harry didn't quite know what to make of all of this. His best friends had the warm fuzzies for each other? This thought did not make him laugh, however. It gave him a sickening feeling of being left out. He put the idea out of his head. He knew Ron and Hermione would never desert him. Then being deserted drove his thoughts back to the Tri-Wizard Championship. He had been alone, he had not had Ron's strength, or Hermione's cleverness and he had made it. But this thought only solidified that feeling that Ron and Hermione could get along fine without him, and worse,
Harry could as well. Harry loathed that.
Then thoughts of Sirius flooded his consciousness and he felt some warmth back in his toes. Sirius seemed to always, somehow, set all things right in Harry's head. He knew he could get on now that he had Sirius, and that was a comfort. Harry ran his index finger over the jagged scare on his forehead. He knew it was the mark of a terrible curse, he knew that it was a warning tool when danger was near, he hadn't realized it quite possibly was also an indicator of heart ache.
Subsequently Harry's mind wafted towards another person, though maybe not so much in his life as the other occupiers of his thoughts. Harry was not a normal boy, for one he had spent much of his youth conjuring spells in an enchanted castle used as a school of witchcraft and wizardry for a lot of young people who meandered around in cloaks carrying wands. For another, his parents had been murdered by a wizard, who had gone terribly wicked, just after his first birthday, leaving him alone and forever blemished. But, like all normal, muggle-born boys, Harry had crushes. And his was the pretty 6th year Cho Chang, a damn fine Quidditch player and inaccessibly popular Ravenclaw. But for Harry, it wasn't attaining Cho that caused his heart to race; it was the thought that he someday could, which kept him up at night.
But, tonight Harry found himself thinking of another girl that had entered his life unexpectedly and vanished even more swiftly. He knew it was silly, he knew he would have quite a bit of explaining to do were someone to read his thoughts. He knew that Ron would huff about her being part veela, and that Hermione would sound off on him endlessly. But Harry didn't want to worry about what his friends would say, he didn't want to continue in unease on the disapproving thoughts of his friends, he just wanted to fall asleep remembering her running down the steps in front of Hogwarts after saying good bye to him. That's enough, he thought, to put the rest to ease. And he closed his eyes and drifted finally into a slumber.
Author note: This is only the first installment, let me know what you think if you like.
