Hi guys! So this is my very first Harry potter fanfic. Please read and review. I have so much ideas for this story but am fairly new to writing stories myself. Please let me know what you think of this very small beginning...
Harry James Potter!" Hermione's voice followed him through the air. Just far enough for Harry to be unable to ignore her. He could hear the tears she was trying to withhold. For his sake. All he could do these days was yell at her. His feelings completely and utterly consuming him. Harry let out a sigh, ' What Hermione? What would you like me to do?" It was painful to look at his best friend, knowing he was the one who caused the hurt she was displaying. "Talk to me Harry! For Merlin's sake, just talk!" Her hair was a mess, even more than usual and her face held a look bordering on despair. He knew it wasn't fair, not even a little bit, but it made him feel even angrier. Not at Hermione or Ron, but angry with himself. "You want me to talk Hermione?! What do you want me to say?"
At the sound of their angry voices, the students who were trying to get back to the common room before curfew, stopped to listen. But Hermione didn't care. "Be honest with me Harry, with yourself! I can see that whatever you've been going through these last months is killing you. I can see you slipping away from everything. You're walking around like an empty shell and refuse to tell us what's wrong." She took a deep breath before continuing:" I love you Harry, but I can see you don't. I'm scared. For you. Please just tell me how I can help you!" By the time she finished her sentence her voice had broken, tears streaming down her cheeks. It was too much. Too much for him to keep struggling, to try to hide all his worries. He took a few more steps, disappearing into the shadows before sinking to the ground. When Hermione sat down next to him he asked: " Why is everything I do, always going so horribly wrong?" Hermione started to shake her head but Harry held up his hand. "No really Hermione, it's true though. Everyone leaves or dies because of me. Ron can't even look at me anymore, my parents, Sirius… They are dead. I have had four chances to kill Voldemort, that's the one task I have to complete. And also the one thing I cannot succeed in." Harry didn't realise he started crying until Hermione gripped his hand. Unable to stop talking he continued: "Some day's, I feel everything at once. Other day's, nothing at all. Which is kind of a problem because Voldemorts powers are growing stronger. I can feel him. Under my skin, in my head. He is everywhere. And I just feel so afraid, knowing I can't fight him forever. Or at all, when all I'm feeling is the nothingness."
Harry hiccupped. The silence was overpowering him. But just when he decided to ask Hermione why she wasn't answering, he heard whisk of a robe on the floor. He looked up. Seeing the last person in the world he wanted to see him like this. Snape. The potionsmaster wore his trademark black robes, his hair greasy. "Mr potter, one can only imagine what that must be like to endure," Snape sneered. His voice sounded as sarcastic as ever. "If you can find it in you to stop all the dramatics and wipe all the disgusting substances from your face, I need you to come with me." Snape gave him a deadly stare, spurring Harry into action. He stood up, wiping his face on his sleeve before saying to Hermione: "Uhm, thanks Mione. I'll find you later, alright?" He turned back around to face Snape. The only thing still visible for Harry were the potionsmasters billowing ropes at the end of the hall. He waved to Hermione and left to follow Snape. What would happen to him now?