Come Rain Or Shine.
AN...Ok, this was meant to be a one-shot, but it kinda developed into something bigger...like 4 chapters long. Enjoy! (It starts straight at the beginning of 6th year...as you'll see...)
Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the common room with their trunks and looked around. It was weird, coming back to reality when Sirius was gone. Harry's eyes were drawn to the fire, which was blazing away in the corner. He remembered Sirius' face in it, only a handful of months previously. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off and progressed to the boy's dorms. Hermione looked at Ron and half-smiled, before making her way to her own dorm. Ron sighed and had one last scan around the common room, before dragging his trunk and following Harry.
When he reached the dorm, Harry had dumped his trunk at the door and collapsed on his bed. Ron set his own trunk down at the foot of his own bed and dragged Harry's trunk to his bed. He sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"Harry." Ron started, very unsure at what to say. He wished Hermione were here, she'd know what to say.
"Leave it, Ron." Harry spat.
"I'm just trying to..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE." Harry shouted.
Just then, Dean and Seamus came in, laughing. They stopped dead when they saw Ron and Harry.
"Hey Guys." Dean said, uneasy.
"Hey." Ron said.
They busied themselves with sorting their stuff out, and then scurried out to the common room. Ron was just as tired as Harry. Neither had slept much over the summer. Harry had spent the summer at Privet Drive, as usual, but spent the last two weeks with Ron, as, due to a bonus at work, Vernon had taken Petunia and Dudley to France for a holiday. Harry hadn't had more than a few hours sleep most nights, and his constant tossing and turning and getting up and walking around had kept Ron awake too. Ron, although upset about Sirius' death, was much more worried about Harry. For Harry was much closer to Sirius than either he or Hermione, and Sirius was also the only family Harry had. They had tried to comfort him, but he was shutting everyone out.
Late that night, Ron could hear Harry sobbing into his pillow, a sound he had heard all too many a night. He knew there was nothing he could do but lay there and listen. It hurt him to hear him cry, and know that there was nothing that he could do to help.
The next morning, Sunday, Ron woke and dressed. Harry was asleep. He debated whether to wake him for breakfast, but he decided that it was better to let him sleep while he could. He wandered sullenly into the common room, where Hermione was sitting by the fire, staring into it, deep in thought.
"Hey." He said, sitting down beside her.
"Morning." She replied. "Where's Harry?"
"Asleep. I didn't want to wake him." Ron explained, as they sat and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. "Come on, breakfast will be up soon." He added, and they clambered through the portrait hole and made their way down to the Great Hall.
They found their seats next to Fred, George and Ginny, and they all said a quiet hello to each other.
"How's Harry?" Fred and George asked together.
"Asleep." Ron replied, staring at all the food before them. He wasn't hungry, he hadn't been much in the mood for food for a long time, and, by the look on Hermione's face, she felt the same. She nibbled on some toast while Ron took a small strip of bacon.
After breakfast, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went back to the common room: Fred and George said they had to send an owl to their mother.
As they climbed back through the portrait hole, Ron was surprised to see Harry sitting in the big red chairs by the fireplace.
"Hey, Harry." He said, approaching him.
Harry didn't reply, he was staring into the depths of the fire, as though willing Sirius' head to pop up.
"Do you want to go and get some breakfast? There's still time...?" Hermione offered.
"No." He cut in sharply. A few seconds later, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Hermione walked over to him and put her arms around him, hating to see him cry. He batted her away.
"Just...just leave me alone." He said, feebly this time. Hermione only strengthened her hug. "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled and stood up, making for the portrait hole. Hermione looked a bit startled at him shouting at her for a second, but started after him as he left, but Ron put his hand on her arm, stopping her.
"Give him some time."
Hermione nodded in silent agreement. The three of them sat in the common room for about an hour, in silence, until Hermione spoke.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to see him." She said.
"Well...ok. Just...don't take it personal when he lashes out at you."
"I know, I know." She said, giving him a half-hearted smile and walking out.
She wandered out into the grounds. It was a warm end-of-summer's day. She looked about and it wasn't long before she spotted him sitting under a tree by the lake. She sighed and walked over to him. She had other things on her mind also. Just before...all the trouble of last year, she realised something new...she realised she loved Harry. She had planned on telling him this over the summer, but, of course, after Sirius' death, it just hadn't been practical. He needed her as a friend, and she was glad to be there for him, but there was still the feeling in her heart, which she had tried to suppress, for Harry's sake.
She came closer to him. He was sitting with his back to the tree, staring out to the water, which was shimmering in the morning sun. She sat down beside him. He didn't do anything to acknowledge her presence, but neither did he yell at her, or push her away. She simply sat with him, staring out into the waters for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, without warning, he put his head in his hands and sobbed, then threw his arms around Hermione, and she done the same. He hugged her close, like she was the only person in the world who was his friend, and sobbed into her hair. Neither spoke as they sat and hugged, Hermione was close to tears too, but she held them back, she had to stay strong for Harry. After an eternity, he pulled away from her and wiped his cheeks. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He sniffed, wiping his face on a tissue she gave him.
"Come on." She smiled, taking his arm and they walked back up to the castle together.
AN...Ok, this was meant to be a one-shot, but it kinda developed into something bigger...like 4 chapters long. Enjoy! (It starts straight at the beginning of 6th year...as you'll see...)
Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the common room with their trunks and looked around. It was weird, coming back to reality when Sirius was gone. Harry's eyes were drawn to the fire, which was blazing away in the corner. He remembered Sirius' face in it, only a handful of months previously. Hermione put her hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off and progressed to the boy's dorms. Hermione looked at Ron and half-smiled, before making her way to her own dorm. Ron sighed and had one last scan around the common room, before dragging his trunk and following Harry.
When he reached the dorm, Harry had dumped his trunk at the door and collapsed on his bed. Ron set his own trunk down at the foot of his own bed and dragged Harry's trunk to his bed. He sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"Harry." Ron started, very unsure at what to say. He wished Hermione were here, she'd know what to say.
"Leave it, Ron." Harry spat.
"I'm just trying to..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE." Harry shouted.
Just then, Dean and Seamus came in, laughing. They stopped dead when they saw Ron and Harry.
"Hey Guys." Dean said, uneasy.
"Hey." Ron said.
They busied themselves with sorting their stuff out, and then scurried out to the common room. Ron was just as tired as Harry. Neither had slept much over the summer. Harry had spent the summer at Privet Drive, as usual, but spent the last two weeks with Ron, as, due to a bonus at work, Vernon had taken Petunia and Dudley to France for a holiday. Harry hadn't had more than a few hours sleep most nights, and his constant tossing and turning and getting up and walking around had kept Ron awake too. Ron, although upset about Sirius' death, was much more worried about Harry. For Harry was much closer to Sirius than either he or Hermione, and Sirius was also the only family Harry had. They had tried to comfort him, but he was shutting everyone out.
Late that night, Ron could hear Harry sobbing into his pillow, a sound he had heard all too many a night. He knew there was nothing he could do but lay there and listen. It hurt him to hear him cry, and know that there was nothing that he could do to help.
The next morning, Sunday, Ron woke and dressed. Harry was asleep. He debated whether to wake him for breakfast, but he decided that it was better to let him sleep while he could. He wandered sullenly into the common room, where Hermione was sitting by the fire, staring into it, deep in thought.
"Hey." He said, sitting down beside her.
"Morning." She replied. "Where's Harry?"
"Asleep. I didn't want to wake him." Ron explained, as they sat and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. "Come on, breakfast will be up soon." He added, and they clambered through the portrait hole and made their way down to the Great Hall.
They found their seats next to Fred, George and Ginny, and they all said a quiet hello to each other.
"How's Harry?" Fred and George asked together.
"Asleep." Ron replied, staring at all the food before them. He wasn't hungry, he hadn't been much in the mood for food for a long time, and, by the look on Hermione's face, she felt the same. She nibbled on some toast while Ron took a small strip of bacon.
After breakfast, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went back to the common room: Fred and George said they had to send an owl to their mother.
As they climbed back through the portrait hole, Ron was surprised to see Harry sitting in the big red chairs by the fireplace.
"Hey, Harry." He said, approaching him.
Harry didn't reply, he was staring into the depths of the fire, as though willing Sirius' head to pop up.
"Do you want to go and get some breakfast? There's still time...?" Hermione offered.
"No." He cut in sharply. A few seconds later, a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Hermione walked over to him and put her arms around him, hating to see him cry. He batted her away.
"Just...just leave me alone." He said, feebly this time. Hermione only strengthened her hug. "I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled and stood up, making for the portrait hole. Hermione looked a bit startled at him shouting at her for a second, but started after him as he left, but Ron put his hand on her arm, stopping her.
"Give him some time."
Hermione nodded in silent agreement. The three of them sat in the common room for about an hour, in silence, until Hermione spoke.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to see him." She said.
"Well...ok. Just...don't take it personal when he lashes out at you."
"I know, I know." She said, giving him a half-hearted smile and walking out.
She wandered out into the grounds. It was a warm end-of-summer's day. She looked about and it wasn't long before she spotted him sitting under a tree by the lake. She sighed and walked over to him. She had other things on her mind also. Just before...all the trouble of last year, she realised something new...she realised she loved Harry. She had planned on telling him this over the summer, but, of course, after Sirius' death, it just hadn't been practical. He needed her as a friend, and she was glad to be there for him, but there was still the feeling in her heart, which she had tried to suppress, for Harry's sake.
She came closer to him. He was sitting with his back to the tree, staring out to the water, which was shimmering in the morning sun. She sat down beside him. He didn't do anything to acknowledge her presence, but neither did he yell at her, or push her away. She simply sat with him, staring out into the waters for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, without warning, he put his head in his hands and sobbed, then threw his arms around Hermione, and she done the same. He hugged her close, like she was the only person in the world who was his friend, and sobbed into her hair. Neither spoke as they sat and hugged, Hermione was close to tears too, but she held them back, she had to stay strong for Harry. After an eternity, he pulled away from her and wiped his cheeks. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He sniffed, wiping his face on a tissue she gave him.
"Come on." She smiled, taking his arm and they walked back up to the castle together.