Dis - The Harry Potter characters belong to the wonderful JKR
A/N: Oh my gosh, I posting something finally! *The whole world gasps in shock* No, but really... I wrote this totally on a fluke. It might eventually become a story but for now it's just a random vignette. I takes place in the very beginning of Harry's 5th year. PG for just a touch of angst, nothing that isn't in the books though. Please R/R!
A/N2: I changed the ending, so if you think you've already read this then read it again. Hope you like the canges!
Ron and Hermione were whispering softly at the Gryffindor table when Harry finally walked through the doors and joined them. He sat down without a word and started serving himself some bacon. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance.
"G'morning Harry!" Hermione said cheerfully. Harry just nodded back.
"Sleep well?" she tried again. This time Harry looked up.
"Hmmm," he said after a second, his head back down again, as if not really taking the question seriously, but as he took another bite of bacon, Hermione could see dark circles under his eyes and knew that he probably hadn't slept at all. Ron apparently noticed it too.
"It's Saturday. Do you want to go down to Hagrid's?" he inquired.
"Maybe next weekend." And with that Harry stood up, grabbed a piece of toast, and walked out of the great hall.
"Where are you going?" Ron called after him.
"Homework."
Hermione just sighed.
*****
Hermione was right in thinking that Harry hadn't gotten much sleep last night. It had been their first night back at Hogwarts for the new school year and even though Hogwarts was his favorite place in the world some things were too much.
The sight of many black robes and pointed hats, the sound of students laughing and greeting each other, the black gates, the crowded entrance hall, the now level Quidditch field, even the soft curtains around his bed brought back memories of things that Harry didn't want to remember. During his time at the Weasleys the dreams of last year had subsided, but last night the dreams had returned in full force.
Harry had laid in bed all night, staring at the canopy of his bed and had eventually watched the room get lighter and lighter as the sun rose. He had watched Ron get out of bed and hesitate before calling Harry's name softly to see if he was awake. Harry had kept silent then waited until he knew Ron must of left for breakfast to get up himself and get ready for the day.
Just why he was ignoring his friends Harry didn't know, but as he walked back to the common room he was glad to get some time to himself. He had avoided thinking about the events of last year as much as he could but one fact had stood out to him during the summer - Ron and Hermione were in danger because of him. Harry knew that what Voldemort wanted most was to kill him or, if he couldn't get to him, to hurt him as much as possible. And Voldemort must know that a sure way to hurt Harry would be to hurt his friends... He didn't know where these thoughts would eventualy lead, but Harry knew that he'd have to deal with them sooner or later.
As he walked into his dormitory to get his homework, a sudden tiredness came over him (which was understandable with not having slept at all the night before) and Harry chose to have a quick nap before starting to work.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness. It's all I can think of writing right now. Next part out soon. And don't forget to reveiw! -The Dark Werewolf
A/N: Oh my gosh, I posting something finally! *The whole world gasps in shock* No, but really... I wrote this totally on a fluke. It might eventually become a story but for now it's just a random vignette. I takes place in the very beginning of Harry's 5th year. PG for just a touch of angst, nothing that isn't in the books though. Please R/R!
A/N2: I changed the ending, so if you think you've already read this then read it again. Hope you like the canges!
Ron and Hermione were whispering softly at the Gryffindor table when Harry finally walked through the doors and joined them. He sat down without a word and started serving himself some bacon. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance.
"G'morning Harry!" Hermione said cheerfully. Harry just nodded back.
"Sleep well?" she tried again. This time Harry looked up.
"Hmmm," he said after a second, his head back down again, as if not really taking the question seriously, but as he took another bite of bacon, Hermione could see dark circles under his eyes and knew that he probably hadn't slept at all. Ron apparently noticed it too.
"It's Saturday. Do you want to go down to Hagrid's?" he inquired.
"Maybe next weekend." And with that Harry stood up, grabbed a piece of toast, and walked out of the great hall.
"Where are you going?" Ron called after him.
"Homework."
Hermione just sighed.
*****
Hermione was right in thinking that Harry hadn't gotten much sleep last night. It had been their first night back at Hogwarts for the new school year and even though Hogwarts was his favorite place in the world some things were too much.
The sight of many black robes and pointed hats, the sound of students laughing and greeting each other, the black gates, the crowded entrance hall, the now level Quidditch field, even the soft curtains around his bed brought back memories of things that Harry didn't want to remember. During his time at the Weasleys the dreams of last year had subsided, but last night the dreams had returned in full force.
Harry had laid in bed all night, staring at the canopy of his bed and had eventually watched the room get lighter and lighter as the sun rose. He had watched Ron get out of bed and hesitate before calling Harry's name softly to see if he was awake. Harry had kept silent then waited until he knew Ron must of left for breakfast to get up himself and get ready for the day.
Just why he was ignoring his friends Harry didn't know, but as he walked back to the common room he was glad to get some time to himself. He had avoided thinking about the events of last year as much as he could but one fact had stood out to him during the summer - Ron and Hermione were in danger because of him. Harry knew that what Voldemort wanted most was to kill him or, if he couldn't get to him, to hurt him as much as possible. And Voldemort must know that a sure way to hurt Harry would be to hurt his friends... He didn't know where these thoughts would eventualy lead, but Harry knew that he'd have to deal with them sooner or later.
As he walked into his dormitory to get his homework, a sudden tiredness came over him (which was understandable with not having slept at all the night before) and Harry chose to have a quick nap before starting to work.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness. It's all I can think of writing right now. Next part out soon. And don't forget to reveiw! -The Dark Werewolf