Tangled Webs - part 1
Hello. This is my first fanfic, so please be kind to me... This is the first in a 5 part series, and part five all depends on your comments! Thankyou.
Why was his life such a mess? This was a question frequently asked in his muddled brain, and he wished he could just end it all. Would anybody miss him at all? His best friend hadn't talked to him for a month, all because of one night of stupidness on his part. How could he have done this to him? Harry had never set out to hurt Ron, ever. How was he to have known that Ron would react in such a bad way? If he had never suggested that they had gone on the midnight stroll… it would never have happened at all. Harry wouldn't have been tempted to ask Ron if he loved him. Or have pinned him up against that tree beforehand. Or kissed him with such tenderness. It was all such a big mess.
The next day, Harry set off towards the great hall as early as possible without drawing attention to himself. Attention was the last thing he wanted, but Harry being who he was, he always got it, whether he wanted it or not. Sitting himself down at the Gryffindor table, he began to eat, ignoring the whispers all around him Not even members of his own house had stood by him when Draco Malfoy had put it about the school that he was gay. At least he knew who his true friends were now, but it broke his heart to find that Ron wasn't one of them. Maybe he would have been if Harry hadn't kissed him. Harry could remember the look of hurt and anger on his face as he had pulled away from him in the moonlight, and then the blow he received across his face… and then Ron running, fast, in the opposite direction. He wondered that if he tried to drown himself in the lake, the giant squid would eat him afterwards. It would be good if it did, he supposed.
Two people fell into seats either side of Harry. It was Fred and George. They had remained friends, and there had been many a time when he had cried into their shoulders over the last month.
"Hey Harry." Fred said, ladling himself some porridge.
"Hey." Harry replied quietly.
He really didn't feel like talking now. Swallowing the last of his scrambled egg, he got up to leave, but George said, "Don't go, we wanted to talk to you."
Harry fell back down again, looking glum.
"Its about Ron. We talked to him last night." Fred said, leaning over to Harry.
He said nothing, and George continued, "He's more hurt than angry."
"He said that he couldn't understand why you'd done it and that you thought he would just go along with it. I can see his point, but if he just talked to you then you could just work it out…" Fred said sadly.
Harry stared at the tablecloth, fighting the urge to cry. He wished that Ron would come and talk to him –life was lonely when you only had Hermione to talk to. Very lonely. Sighing, he eventually said, "Well, he's not going to talk to me so it's not worth the bother. I'll see you later." With that, he left the hall.
Walking around the lake, he seriously considered taking a running jump into it. He was only sixteen years old. This was not how he wanted to spend his teenage years –all alone with basically no friends at all. He had enough to contend with, with Voldemort and all, but his was just too much. It had been a few days after his fifthteenth birthday that he had realised that he was gay. He hadn't told anyone. It wasn't until that night a few weeks ago when he had dared to let his emotions flow free that Draco had seen him kiss Ron in the forest, then by the next day, it had been all over the school. Everything in his life was bad –his schoolmarks were slipping, he had lost his last Quidditch match against Hufflepuff and of course, Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron. He was the only thing that Harry ever thought about. If only he would just talk to him! His life wasn't worth living, and right then, he decided to do something about it. Taking a quick glance around, he walked right to the edge of the water, and waded into it. Taking one last withering look up at the castle, he dived into the icy water, and swam deeper into it, making sure he had no breath at all.
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Harry could see the blackness everywhere he looked. Was this dying? He hoped so, because it was pretty painless. Silence pounded In his ears, not a sound could be heard.
He was being held by someone. Then, as though someone had turned the volume back up, he heard, "He's barely alive! Somebody get a teacher!" He knew that voice… who was it? He had no time to ponder that though, as he felt himself being dragged down into the clutches of unconsciousness.
Hello. This is my first fanfic, so please be kind to me... This is the first in a 5 part series, and part five all depends on your comments! Thankyou.
Why was his life such a mess? This was a question frequently asked in his muddled brain, and he wished he could just end it all. Would anybody miss him at all? His best friend hadn't talked to him for a month, all because of one night of stupidness on his part. How could he have done this to him? Harry had never set out to hurt Ron, ever. How was he to have known that Ron would react in such a bad way? If he had never suggested that they had gone on the midnight stroll… it would never have happened at all. Harry wouldn't have been tempted to ask Ron if he loved him. Or have pinned him up against that tree beforehand. Or kissed him with such tenderness. It was all such a big mess.
The next day, Harry set off towards the great hall as early as possible without drawing attention to himself. Attention was the last thing he wanted, but Harry being who he was, he always got it, whether he wanted it or not. Sitting himself down at the Gryffindor table, he began to eat, ignoring the whispers all around him Not even members of his own house had stood by him when Draco Malfoy had put it about the school that he was gay. At least he knew who his true friends were now, but it broke his heart to find that Ron wasn't one of them. Maybe he would have been if Harry hadn't kissed him. Harry could remember the look of hurt and anger on his face as he had pulled away from him in the moonlight, and then the blow he received across his face… and then Ron running, fast, in the opposite direction. He wondered that if he tried to drown himself in the lake, the giant squid would eat him afterwards. It would be good if it did, he supposed.
Two people fell into seats either side of Harry. It was Fred and George. They had remained friends, and there had been many a time when he had cried into their shoulders over the last month.
"Hey Harry." Fred said, ladling himself some porridge.
"Hey." Harry replied quietly.
He really didn't feel like talking now. Swallowing the last of his scrambled egg, he got up to leave, but George said, "Don't go, we wanted to talk to you."
Harry fell back down again, looking glum.
"Its about Ron. We talked to him last night." Fred said, leaning over to Harry.
He said nothing, and George continued, "He's more hurt than angry."
"He said that he couldn't understand why you'd done it and that you thought he would just go along with it. I can see his point, but if he just talked to you then you could just work it out…" Fred said sadly.
Harry stared at the tablecloth, fighting the urge to cry. He wished that Ron would come and talk to him –life was lonely when you only had Hermione to talk to. Very lonely. Sighing, he eventually said, "Well, he's not going to talk to me so it's not worth the bother. I'll see you later." With that, he left the hall.
Walking around the lake, he seriously considered taking a running jump into it. He was only sixteen years old. This was not how he wanted to spend his teenage years –all alone with basically no friends at all. He had enough to contend with, with Voldemort and all, but his was just too much. It had been a few days after his fifthteenth birthday that he had realised that he was gay. He hadn't told anyone. It wasn't until that night a few weeks ago when he had dared to let his emotions flow free that Draco had seen him kiss Ron in the forest, then by the next day, it had been all over the school. Everything in his life was bad –his schoolmarks were slipping, he had lost his last Quidditch match against Hufflepuff and of course, Ron. Ron, Ron, Ron. He was the only thing that Harry ever thought about. If only he would just talk to him! His life wasn't worth living, and right then, he decided to do something about it. Taking a quick glance around, he walked right to the edge of the water, and waded into it. Taking one last withering look up at the castle, he dived into the icy water, and swam deeper into it, making sure he had no breath at all.
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Harry could see the blackness everywhere he looked. Was this dying? He hoped so, because it was pretty painless. Silence pounded In his ears, not a sound could be heard.
He was being held by someone. Then, as though someone had turned the volume back up, he heard, "He's barely alive! Somebody get a teacher!" He knew that voice… who was it? He had no time to ponder that though, as he felt himself being dragged down into the clutches of unconsciousness.