Disclaimer: all characters belong to the mighty J.K. Rowling. I don't by
any means even have a connection to them (sorry Olive! You know I'd set you
up with Draco if I did!) or know them personally. Anyway, seeing as
they're not mine, enjoy the story.
It was Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts. He was lying in bed the first night there, thinking. He had been thinking a lot lately. It was a nasty habit he had picked up from Hermione. He turned over and tried to sleep, but found that he couldn't.
Ever since he met Ron and Hermione, Harry had been wondering whether to tell them his deep, dark secret. They were his best friends in the world, but maybe they wouldn't be if they knew. Harry tried to think of his options. He ever made a list to remember them all: -tell them -don't tell them
Actually, that was about it. He sat there, contemplating what to do. Suddenly, he realized it was morning. Ron got up and yawned.
He's so lucky, thought Harry. He doesn't have to be keeping secrets from his best friends in the world.
"Morning, Harry," said Ron.
"Ron, there's really something I should tell you."
"What, Harry? You know you can tell me anything in the universe. I'll listen, and I won't laugh. Remember that time you asked Cho to the dance and she almost died laughing. I didn't laugh then." Ron couldn't say anymore. He was doubled over on his bed, wheezing and snorting like crazy.
"Thanks a lot for reminding me," Harry said, sarcastically.
"Hey, no problemo! What are best friends for?"
"Listen, I really want to tell you-"
Harry was cut off by the sound of Sean waking up. He didn't want the other boys to know. It would be hard enough telling Ron his secret, much less everyone else. He wondered if he would even be able to tell Hermione.
"I'll tell you after breakfast," Harry said, sighing.
Breakfast came and went. Harry's heart was pounding. It was time to tell Ron his deep, dark secret-no more distractions. Harry and Ron slipped off into a hallway where no one else could hear them. Harry's mouth was dry and he was shaking. After so many years, it was hard to tell his friend that he'd really been lying all along. "Well?" Ron asked. "Are you gonna tell me, or are we just going to sit here all day staring at the walls?"
Harry clutched his chest. "Ron, this-it, well, it's not real."
"That's DISGUSTING!"
"What are you talking about?" Harry showed Ron that he was clutching his birdie finger. "You have a weird mind, you know that?"
"THAT was your deep, dark secret?"
"Yep! Terrifying, wasn't it?"
A/N: please review! There aren't going to be any more chapters or anything- this was just a short kinda dumb story I wrote because I was bored. If you want a longer story, read something else!
It was Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts. He was lying in bed the first night there, thinking. He had been thinking a lot lately. It was a nasty habit he had picked up from Hermione. He turned over and tried to sleep, but found that he couldn't.
Ever since he met Ron and Hermione, Harry had been wondering whether to tell them his deep, dark secret. They were his best friends in the world, but maybe they wouldn't be if they knew. Harry tried to think of his options. He ever made a list to remember them all: -tell them -don't tell them
Actually, that was about it. He sat there, contemplating what to do. Suddenly, he realized it was morning. Ron got up and yawned.
He's so lucky, thought Harry. He doesn't have to be keeping secrets from his best friends in the world.
"Morning, Harry," said Ron.
"Ron, there's really something I should tell you."
"What, Harry? You know you can tell me anything in the universe. I'll listen, and I won't laugh. Remember that time you asked Cho to the dance and she almost died laughing. I didn't laugh then." Ron couldn't say anymore. He was doubled over on his bed, wheezing and snorting like crazy.
"Thanks a lot for reminding me," Harry said, sarcastically.
"Hey, no problemo! What are best friends for?"
"Listen, I really want to tell you-"
Harry was cut off by the sound of Sean waking up. He didn't want the other boys to know. It would be hard enough telling Ron his secret, much less everyone else. He wondered if he would even be able to tell Hermione.
"I'll tell you after breakfast," Harry said, sighing.
Breakfast came and went. Harry's heart was pounding. It was time to tell Ron his deep, dark secret-no more distractions. Harry and Ron slipped off into a hallway where no one else could hear them. Harry's mouth was dry and he was shaking. After so many years, it was hard to tell his friend that he'd really been lying all along. "Well?" Ron asked. "Are you gonna tell me, or are we just going to sit here all day staring at the walls?"
Harry clutched his chest. "Ron, this-it, well, it's not real."
"That's DISGUSTING!"
"What are you talking about?" Harry showed Ron that he was clutching his birdie finger. "You have a weird mind, you know that?"
"THAT was your deep, dark secret?"
"Yep! Terrifying, wasn't it?"
A/N: please review! There aren't going to be any more chapters or anything- this was just a short kinda dumb story I wrote because I was bored. If you want a longer story, read something else!