All Characters, Places, and most Things are Copywrited by J.K Rowling, in no way are they mine. I could never think up any thing so...wonderful.
Rain pounded rather methodically out of the dark and troubled sky. No one in their right mind would be out today, not that many people were even at the school. Easter holiday was in progress and many students had gone home to be with their family. Out of that handful of those youthful bodies had stayed, Harry Potter -- the boy who lived -- was one of them. He had grown detached ever since he had witnessed that boy, Cedric Diggory's, death and that had been at least two years ago. Even Granger, and Weasly couldn't seem to bring the life back into the boys green eyes. Well that was a slight lie, Granger couldn't but whenever that redhead was near, the ebon haired beings eyes lit up, but only briefly. Now that boy just lingered in his Common room, hardly ever seen except in classes, where he got conducts for not paying attention, for daydreaming, for never doing anything right. Detentions were frequent, and done with out care or luster. What was going on in that poor boys head, did the scene play over and over again. That day where he witnessed the death brought on by the dark master.
Ron had the power, the power to make Harry happy again, and he knew it. The flaming red-head began to spend all his time with the now sixteen year old, sleeping on the floor next to the scarred one watching for any sign of even more regression, trying to make the impassive boy smile. Hermione had grown a part from them, now a prefect she had more duties to go about, and the boys were not a high priority. She had seemed to forgotten them, only once in a while smiling brightly at her old friends. Maybe that was another thing the tormented Harry, the thought that he would loose Ron as easily as Hermione. It didn't seem possible though, for there the duo sat hidden within the library, Harry gazing out the window, and Ron listening to the rain pound on the schools roof.
"Quite a nice rain, don't you think so Harry?" Worded the last boy in the Weasly family. The dark haired boy's neck contorted in a nod, the soft red lips forming the almost silent word of
"Yes." Ron smiled sadly at him, a lock of fire falling into his blue eyes. Suddenly Harry's eyes averted from the window and on to Ron's freckled face, witch was poised towards his lap. 'Oh Ron, if only I could explain.' Thought the parentless youth, and with a movement as silent as the wind, he lifted a single hand to brush the tendril of red out of the other boys deep and intricately sad eyes. Ron lifted his face, lips opened in a bit of surprise color rising in his cheeks. He stared at Harry, watching the stolid boys face return to it almost dumb expression. Was what he saw real or was it just a hallucination? Was it really a smile that almost seconds before brightened Harry's face?
[Eh..so what do you think? Care to comment? I'd be quite happy if you did. I will write more later on...promise ^.^]
Rain pounded rather methodically out of the dark and troubled sky. No one in their right mind would be out today, not that many people were even at the school. Easter holiday was in progress and many students had gone home to be with their family. Out of that handful of those youthful bodies had stayed, Harry Potter -- the boy who lived -- was one of them. He had grown detached ever since he had witnessed that boy, Cedric Diggory's, death and that had been at least two years ago. Even Granger, and Weasly couldn't seem to bring the life back into the boys green eyes. Well that was a slight lie, Granger couldn't but whenever that redhead was near, the ebon haired beings eyes lit up, but only briefly. Now that boy just lingered in his Common room, hardly ever seen except in classes, where he got conducts for not paying attention, for daydreaming, for never doing anything right. Detentions were frequent, and done with out care or luster. What was going on in that poor boys head, did the scene play over and over again. That day where he witnessed the death brought on by the dark master.
Ron had the power, the power to make Harry happy again, and he knew it. The flaming red-head began to spend all his time with the now sixteen year old, sleeping on the floor next to the scarred one watching for any sign of even more regression, trying to make the impassive boy smile. Hermione had grown a part from them, now a prefect she had more duties to go about, and the boys were not a high priority. She had seemed to forgotten them, only once in a while smiling brightly at her old friends. Maybe that was another thing the tormented Harry, the thought that he would loose Ron as easily as Hermione. It didn't seem possible though, for there the duo sat hidden within the library, Harry gazing out the window, and Ron listening to the rain pound on the schools roof.
"Quite a nice rain, don't you think so Harry?" Worded the last boy in the Weasly family. The dark haired boy's neck contorted in a nod, the soft red lips forming the almost silent word of
"Yes." Ron smiled sadly at him, a lock of fire falling into his blue eyes. Suddenly Harry's eyes averted from the window and on to Ron's freckled face, witch was poised towards his lap. 'Oh Ron, if only I could explain.' Thought the parentless youth, and with a movement as silent as the wind, he lifted a single hand to brush the tendril of red out of the other boys deep and intricately sad eyes. Ron lifted his face, lips opened in a bit of surprise color rising in his cheeks. He stared at Harry, watching the stolid boys face return to it almost dumb expression. Was what he saw real or was it just a hallucination? Was it really a smile that almost seconds before brightened Harry's face?
[Eh..so what do you think? Care to comment? I'd be quite happy if you did. I will write more later on...promise ^.^]