A/N: Okay, I really love Harry and all, but...there's just something about
merciless torture towards him I can't quite understand. This has songfics
from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron and Enough, but it's an okay story
anyway. Just read and review. NO FLAMES! Okay? Okay. Goodbye!!
Alive; Chapter One: Fun While It Lasted
It was sixth year at Hogwarts, and Harry and his friends were in the Great Hall eating. Well, Ron and Hermione were. "Harry, why aren't you eating?" Hermione asked. "I dunno. Just not hungry right now. I'll eat at breakfast, though, don't worry," Harry answered. Hermione smiled and nodded. "Okay, but if there's any sign of no food down the throat, then I'll—" "Don't worry. I get the idea," Harry said, laughing. Ron ignored them and continued eating.
"You two are so odd," Hermione said loudly. Harry and Ron looked up.
"Why? I mean, I can understand Ron, but we're here for him. Why me?" Harry said.
"The fact that you can go for long periods of time without eating, and Ron couldn't spend two minutes not thinking about it. You can get over an argument within a matter of weeks, and yet you claim that you'd rather have the other person stay on a desert island while you stay here. But deep down, I know you really, really l-" Hermione joked.
"DON'T SAY IT!!" Harry and Ron said together. Hermione smirked. "Okay, okay, I won't say that you really love each other," Hermione said. The boys moaned. "I don't love him!" Harry said. "Yeah, that's wrong!!" Ron agreed. "I'm not a fag," Harry muttered. Hermione, meanwhile, was laughing all that she could. She finally got sick of it, and then said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just...boys aren't meant to love each other. I'm just kidding with you two."
"Yeah, well, I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight," Harry said. Harry stood up and left. When he was out of sight, Hermione said, "Notice that he's been going to bed at 7:00 every night since we got back?" Ron nodded. "Do you know why?" Hermione asked suspiciously. Ron shook his head. "Maybe he's just tired," Ron said. "Every night?" Hermione said. Ron shrugged. "I'll go find out," Ron said bravely, and then walked out. Hermione was left to talk with Ginny while Ron was finding out info on Harry.
In the boys' dormitory, Ron carefully looked through the door. He saw Harry sitting quietly on the edge of his bed, staring down at the floor. Ron sighed. Opening the door, he carefully walked inside, taking a seat next to Harry on the bed. "Hey," Ron said. "What're you doing?" Harry shrugged. "Nothing," Harry answered. Ron nodded. "So, why have you been going to bed so early everyday, then?" Ron asked. "I've just been tired, I guess. I get up early out of habit, and it's not really all that great to get 7 hours of sleep every night." "Oh," Ron said. "Yeah, I normally just get up and thank god that I'm not at the Dursleys' anymore."
"Why?"
"Because...I'd just be looking forward to another day of chores and br...eakfast..." Harry was about to say 'bruises', but restrained himself. Ron nodded slowly.
"I'm still kind of tired though. Goodnight, Ron."
"Goodnight, Harry." Harry got under the covers of his bed, wincing when the pain in his shoulder rested against the bed.
The next morning, Harry woke up to find that Ron was already up. 'Yay," he thought. Getting dressed, he drowsily walked down to the common room. As he reached the final step, he froze so that he could listen to his friends fighting again. 'Morons,' he thought. "Well, why don't you just get married, then?" came Ron's voice. "You seem to care so much about him!"
"I care about you too, Ron! It's a contest on who I like better! But now I see why I don't feel that way for either of you!" Hermione yelled. "Really? Well, why don't we just all stop being friends and get on with our own lives? I'm not friends with him, you're not friends with me and vice versa!" Ron bellowed. "FINE!" Hermione screamed. "FINE!" Ron said. "Fine," Harry said, walking through the common room and out of the portrait hole. Hermione and Ron looked shocked. "I can't believe that we just lost the one person that held this all together," Hermione said sadly. "I know. Why us? Why?" Ron asked the ceiling. Hermione ran out of the portrait hole, and Ron following close behind her.
When they finally found Harry, he was sitting out by the lake with Hedwig, stroking her soft, white feathers. They quickly ran up to him. "Harry! Thank goodness, we've found you!!" Hermione said. Harry ignored her. "Hello? Harry? Come on, answer!" Harry continued to ignore her. He had a distinct feeling that she would shake him, but she didn't. "We aren't friends anymore, so I don't have to," Harry said, and placed an arm under Hedwig's stomach, which she took and grasped, lifting into the air on his arm. Harry stood up, and placed his arm in the air, letting Hedwig fly off.
Harry watched her for a minute, and then walked away from Ron and Hermione. He got to the Great Hall, and sat next to Dean and Ginny. "Where are Hermione and Ron?" Ginny asked. Harry looked at her for a minute, and then said, "They're not going to be joining us anytime soon. Besides, you and Dean are apparently the only friends I have now." Ginny looked at him with utmost pity. "Well, you'd better get running," Ginny said. "Why?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded towards the huge doors. There, Ron and Hermione were eying the Great Hall to find him. Harry sighed, and stood up, going around the table and running past them. "Wait!" Ron said. Harry ignored him and kept running. He ran until he collapsed onto the floor of the common room. 'This is the stupidest place I could've run,' Harry thought. At that moment, Ron and Hermione came into the common room, panting. Hermione rushed to his side, and said, "God, what were you thinking? You haven't played Quidditch in months; you should've known that you can't run that far! Stand up!" Hermione put an arm under his chest, and hoisted him back up.
"You shouldn't even be talking to me. And I don't want you to," Harry said, and walked out of the common room. "Don't follow me!" Harry yelled before he was out of sight. Hermione sighed, and flopped onto the couch. Ron followed suit. "See? He's told us a million times to keep all opinions to ourselves, and we don't listen. We'll listen to everything he says, except when he tells us something that might actually keep us together. Now he's...tainted, and it's all our fault. I can't believe it. He didn't have any say in what we just did. Now he's not our friend anymore," Hermione said miserably.
Harry sat against the wall in the courtyard. He sighed. Ginny walked up and sat next to him. She had something hidden inside her robes. "What d'you have there?" Harry asked. Ginny smiled, and pulled a golden ball out of her pocket. "There's one of your presents," she said. And, without hesitation, she pulled red and gold robes out of her robes, and handed them to him. "And the second," She said. Harry stared at them in awe. "But I thought that you were the Seeker. You can't just give me a position!" Harry said loudly.
"I didn't give you the position. I resigned from the team, and they needed a new Seeker. Quidditch wasn't really for me, anyway," Ginny said. "You were the only one that they wanted." Harry smiled and said, "There's really no point in sucking up." Ginny looked at him and said, "It wasn't sucking up, it was cheering up." Harry laughed. "But now that you mention it, there is something I want in return." Harry looked at her, waiting for a plead. "And that is...?" Ginny smiled, and kissed him. Harry responded instinctively. Ginny's tongue inched into his mouth, and Harry followed suit. So, they sat in the courtyard, making out against the wall. Ginny moaned softly. So did Harry. Harry put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He ran his hand over her red hair, and stroked it, still kissing her.
They eventually pulled back for air. After a few minutes' break, Harry broke the gap, once again meeting his tongue with Ginny's. Suddenly, it started to rain. It soaked them, but they were happy together, and that was all that had mattered to them at the moment. Ginny put a cold hand over his back, and Harry put a hand around her waist. Ginny put her other hand on his chest, and kissed harder. Harry responded at that, too. At last, they walked back up to the common room, drenched in rain.
"Wow, you've been gone a while," Ron said when they came in. Harry decided to ignore him. "Dumbledore wants to see you in his office, Harry." Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged. Harry sighed. He walked to Dumbledore's office alone. He approached the gargoyle and said, "Dumbledore wants to see me?" The gargoyle said, "That's what he told me," and moved aside. Harry walked up the stairs to Dumbledore's office. Standing next to Dumbledore was..."Lupin!" Harry ran up to him, and stood next to him.
"Harry, I'm afraid I have some bad news," Lupin said, looking at him sadly. "My mother's just died. She lived in France, and I have to go there." Harry looked lost. "I have to go there for seven years. It's a very serious case."
"You can't move! I need you here! If you leave—then why can't I go with you?" Harry said desperately. "It's not that simple, Harry. I have to move into her house so that I can come back. I have to live there for seven years, otherwise...the house will be sold. I lived in that house until I was eight, and that's when I moved to England. I'm sorry, I have to go." Harry looked away, and nodded. "Um...I have to go now. It's time for bed," Harry said quietly. "But it's only 6:30!" Lupin said. "I know, but now I have one more person to mourn the loss of." And with that, Harry walked out of the office, heartbroken.
When he entered the common room a few minutes later, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked up at him. Harry shook his head and sighed, walking up to the dormitory. Ron followed him. "What's your problem?" Ron asked loudly. "What're you talking about?" Harry said quietly. "You won't talk to us, and I know there must be a reason for that," He answered back. "Well, there's not."
"Yeah, there is!"
"No, there's not. Leave me alone." Ron looked at him for a minute, and then said, "Fine. Don't listen to me then," and left. Harry sat on the edge of his bed. He thought for a while about how he was supposed to do something. Hermione and Ron were going to follow him around all of his life, and that was only if he stayed there. He walked up to his nightstand, and took everything that was on it, and carefully organized it into his trunk. He was going to leave.
A/N: There's the first chapter. A little short, but...yeah. The next chapter is going to be called...Today's the Day. It's a songfic with a song by Aimee Mann, and it was on Enough. So, read this one, review it, and await the next chapter!!!!!!
Alive; Chapter One: Fun While It Lasted
It was sixth year at Hogwarts, and Harry and his friends were in the Great Hall eating. Well, Ron and Hermione were. "Harry, why aren't you eating?" Hermione asked. "I dunno. Just not hungry right now. I'll eat at breakfast, though, don't worry," Harry answered. Hermione smiled and nodded. "Okay, but if there's any sign of no food down the throat, then I'll—" "Don't worry. I get the idea," Harry said, laughing. Ron ignored them and continued eating.
"You two are so odd," Hermione said loudly. Harry and Ron looked up.
"Why? I mean, I can understand Ron, but we're here for him. Why me?" Harry said.
"The fact that you can go for long periods of time without eating, and Ron couldn't spend two minutes not thinking about it. You can get over an argument within a matter of weeks, and yet you claim that you'd rather have the other person stay on a desert island while you stay here. But deep down, I know you really, really l-" Hermione joked.
"DON'T SAY IT!!" Harry and Ron said together. Hermione smirked. "Okay, okay, I won't say that you really love each other," Hermione said. The boys moaned. "I don't love him!" Harry said. "Yeah, that's wrong!!" Ron agreed. "I'm not a fag," Harry muttered. Hermione, meanwhile, was laughing all that she could. She finally got sick of it, and then said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just...boys aren't meant to love each other. I'm just kidding with you two."
"Yeah, well, I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight," Harry said. Harry stood up and left. When he was out of sight, Hermione said, "Notice that he's been going to bed at 7:00 every night since we got back?" Ron nodded. "Do you know why?" Hermione asked suspiciously. Ron shook his head. "Maybe he's just tired," Ron said. "Every night?" Hermione said. Ron shrugged. "I'll go find out," Ron said bravely, and then walked out. Hermione was left to talk with Ginny while Ron was finding out info on Harry.
In the boys' dormitory, Ron carefully looked through the door. He saw Harry sitting quietly on the edge of his bed, staring down at the floor. Ron sighed. Opening the door, he carefully walked inside, taking a seat next to Harry on the bed. "Hey," Ron said. "What're you doing?" Harry shrugged. "Nothing," Harry answered. Ron nodded. "So, why have you been going to bed so early everyday, then?" Ron asked. "I've just been tired, I guess. I get up early out of habit, and it's not really all that great to get 7 hours of sleep every night." "Oh," Ron said. "Yeah, I normally just get up and thank god that I'm not at the Dursleys' anymore."
"Why?"
"Because...I'd just be looking forward to another day of chores and br...eakfast..." Harry was about to say 'bruises', but restrained himself. Ron nodded slowly.
"I'm still kind of tired though. Goodnight, Ron."
"Goodnight, Harry." Harry got under the covers of his bed, wincing when the pain in his shoulder rested against the bed.
The next morning, Harry woke up to find that Ron was already up. 'Yay," he thought. Getting dressed, he drowsily walked down to the common room. As he reached the final step, he froze so that he could listen to his friends fighting again. 'Morons,' he thought. "Well, why don't you just get married, then?" came Ron's voice. "You seem to care so much about him!"
"I care about you too, Ron! It's a contest on who I like better! But now I see why I don't feel that way for either of you!" Hermione yelled. "Really? Well, why don't we just all stop being friends and get on with our own lives? I'm not friends with him, you're not friends with me and vice versa!" Ron bellowed. "FINE!" Hermione screamed. "FINE!" Ron said. "Fine," Harry said, walking through the common room and out of the portrait hole. Hermione and Ron looked shocked. "I can't believe that we just lost the one person that held this all together," Hermione said sadly. "I know. Why us? Why?" Ron asked the ceiling. Hermione ran out of the portrait hole, and Ron following close behind her.
When they finally found Harry, he was sitting out by the lake with Hedwig, stroking her soft, white feathers. They quickly ran up to him. "Harry! Thank goodness, we've found you!!" Hermione said. Harry ignored her. "Hello? Harry? Come on, answer!" Harry continued to ignore her. He had a distinct feeling that she would shake him, but she didn't. "We aren't friends anymore, so I don't have to," Harry said, and placed an arm under Hedwig's stomach, which she took and grasped, lifting into the air on his arm. Harry stood up, and placed his arm in the air, letting Hedwig fly off.
Harry watched her for a minute, and then walked away from Ron and Hermione. He got to the Great Hall, and sat next to Dean and Ginny. "Where are Hermione and Ron?" Ginny asked. Harry looked at her for a minute, and then said, "They're not going to be joining us anytime soon. Besides, you and Dean are apparently the only friends I have now." Ginny looked at him with utmost pity. "Well, you'd better get running," Ginny said. "Why?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded towards the huge doors. There, Ron and Hermione were eying the Great Hall to find him. Harry sighed, and stood up, going around the table and running past them. "Wait!" Ron said. Harry ignored him and kept running. He ran until he collapsed onto the floor of the common room. 'This is the stupidest place I could've run,' Harry thought. At that moment, Ron and Hermione came into the common room, panting. Hermione rushed to his side, and said, "God, what were you thinking? You haven't played Quidditch in months; you should've known that you can't run that far! Stand up!" Hermione put an arm under his chest, and hoisted him back up.
"You shouldn't even be talking to me. And I don't want you to," Harry said, and walked out of the common room. "Don't follow me!" Harry yelled before he was out of sight. Hermione sighed, and flopped onto the couch. Ron followed suit. "See? He's told us a million times to keep all opinions to ourselves, and we don't listen. We'll listen to everything he says, except when he tells us something that might actually keep us together. Now he's...tainted, and it's all our fault. I can't believe it. He didn't have any say in what we just did. Now he's not our friend anymore," Hermione said miserably.
Harry sat against the wall in the courtyard. He sighed. Ginny walked up and sat next to him. She had something hidden inside her robes. "What d'you have there?" Harry asked. Ginny smiled, and pulled a golden ball out of her pocket. "There's one of your presents," she said. And, without hesitation, she pulled red and gold robes out of her robes, and handed them to him. "And the second," She said. Harry stared at them in awe. "But I thought that you were the Seeker. You can't just give me a position!" Harry said loudly.
"I didn't give you the position. I resigned from the team, and they needed a new Seeker. Quidditch wasn't really for me, anyway," Ginny said. "You were the only one that they wanted." Harry smiled and said, "There's really no point in sucking up." Ginny looked at him and said, "It wasn't sucking up, it was cheering up." Harry laughed. "But now that you mention it, there is something I want in return." Harry looked at her, waiting for a plead. "And that is...?" Ginny smiled, and kissed him. Harry responded instinctively. Ginny's tongue inched into his mouth, and Harry followed suit. So, they sat in the courtyard, making out against the wall. Ginny moaned softly. So did Harry. Harry put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. He ran his hand over her red hair, and stroked it, still kissing her.
They eventually pulled back for air. After a few minutes' break, Harry broke the gap, once again meeting his tongue with Ginny's. Suddenly, it started to rain. It soaked them, but they were happy together, and that was all that had mattered to them at the moment. Ginny put a cold hand over his back, and Harry put a hand around her waist. Ginny put her other hand on his chest, and kissed harder. Harry responded at that, too. At last, they walked back up to the common room, drenched in rain.
"Wow, you've been gone a while," Ron said when they came in. Harry decided to ignore him. "Dumbledore wants to see you in his office, Harry." Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged. Harry sighed. He walked to Dumbledore's office alone. He approached the gargoyle and said, "Dumbledore wants to see me?" The gargoyle said, "That's what he told me," and moved aside. Harry walked up the stairs to Dumbledore's office. Standing next to Dumbledore was..."Lupin!" Harry ran up to him, and stood next to him.
"Harry, I'm afraid I have some bad news," Lupin said, looking at him sadly. "My mother's just died. She lived in France, and I have to go there." Harry looked lost. "I have to go there for seven years. It's a very serious case."
"You can't move! I need you here! If you leave—then why can't I go with you?" Harry said desperately. "It's not that simple, Harry. I have to move into her house so that I can come back. I have to live there for seven years, otherwise...the house will be sold. I lived in that house until I was eight, and that's when I moved to England. I'm sorry, I have to go." Harry looked away, and nodded. "Um...I have to go now. It's time for bed," Harry said quietly. "But it's only 6:30!" Lupin said. "I know, but now I have one more person to mourn the loss of." And with that, Harry walked out of the office, heartbroken.
When he entered the common room a few minutes later, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny looked up at him. Harry shook his head and sighed, walking up to the dormitory. Ron followed him. "What's your problem?" Ron asked loudly. "What're you talking about?" Harry said quietly. "You won't talk to us, and I know there must be a reason for that," He answered back. "Well, there's not."
"Yeah, there is!"
"No, there's not. Leave me alone." Ron looked at him for a minute, and then said, "Fine. Don't listen to me then," and left. Harry sat on the edge of his bed. He thought for a while about how he was supposed to do something. Hermione and Ron were going to follow him around all of his life, and that was only if he stayed there. He walked up to his nightstand, and took everything that was on it, and carefully organized it into his trunk. He was going to leave.
A/N: There's the first chapter. A little short, but...yeah. The next chapter is going to be called...Today's the Day. It's a songfic with a song by Aimee Mann, and it was on Enough. So, read this one, review it, and await the next chapter!!!!!!