There is always a soul in need of love, always. It may hurt that person to
admit it, but they need love and a lover to hide behind. Sometimes the
only way to heal yourself, it to love and be loved in return. What will
pain a person even more; is the fact that this love will not come from a
person close at hand, but from someone who is in your life, but not your
circle. They will understand you better than anyone, because at the time
their concern and love will not, cannot cloud their better judgment. It's
a strange thing, love, but a necessary one. One that should be found at
all costs.
A boy sat alone on his bed at number 4 Privit Drive. The house was ordinary, everything was ordinary. Except for that boy sitting alone. He was crying, no crying is an incorrect judgment. He was weeping, huge sobs that lingered and tore out your soul to hear. Apparently the other residents of Privit Drive had no souls, for they screamed at the boy to shut-up they needed sleep for there big trip tomorrow. Although the boy was weeping he had one thing to look forward too, his "relatives" leaving. They would be gone for a whole week. Of course, they couldn't lock the boy up, or starve him. Instead they must give him free reign over the house. It greatly pained them to do so.
An owl fluttered into the room.
"Hey Pig. Are you going to keep me company. I'm glad you can't talk, if you could you would probably just tell me how sorry you are." The owl just hooted in response. It seemed to think that that was a good response, because it stuck out its leg and hooted again. The boy shook his head and untied the letter.
He started reading the letter, and not to his surprise he found it read like every other letter that Ron and Hermione had sent him this year.
Hey Mate,
How are ya. Everything's good here, um Hermione arrived the other day. We hope you can come and stay soon. I know your feeling bad. It must be horrible. Are you still having "dreams?" I can't really say anything. I really wish you would write back. I know how hard it is to lose someone close. I really hope your doing okay.
Ron
"See Pig, that's the fucking point. I mean who close to him has really died. Sirius died because of me, and I don't want to hear how damn sorry everyone is. I don't care. I jut want to be alone. Or maybe with someone who doesn't understand." The boy seeming to have finished his mantra; started his sobs again. At this point everyone in the house started screaming and beating at his door to get him to shut-up. This, unfortunately, just made the boy cry harder. The people just shook their heads and went to the car, with out a final good-bye to the boy inside.
"Shit, Tonks you couldn't be any quieter." "Honestly, I try," a large crash had woken up the boy, who was for one night, sleeping soundly. 'Great here comes the Calvary; I guess I should just put up my white flag know.' The so called "calvary" tried, unsuccessfully, to walk up the stairs without trying to wake the boy in the room. "Harry," Lupin said shaking the boy softly, "are you awake." "Well I am know," the sullen teenager snapped. 'So much for putting up a white flag. . .hmm. . should I go on being an arsehole, or be nice. Nice gets me favors, arse gets people worried or does it make them leave me the bloody hell alone. Guess I'll find out. "Sorry 'bout that Harry. Tonks is waiting downstairs. We have a portkey this time." "And were the hell are we going this time." "Well, the Weaselys are at Grimmuald Place, but Dumbledore said that you could go to Hogwarts if you wanted. It's your choice," the haggard looking man kindly replied. 'Oh yeah, this is really difficult. Alone in a large castle or be crowded by annoying "worried" people.' "Um, I guess, I'll go to Hogwarts. I mean, its really nice and it feels like home, I think that's what I need know." "Okay, but there's something I need to tell. . ." the man was not allowed to finish. "I don't want to hear anything, just take me to bloody Hogwarts." "Okay, well lets get your luggage and go on downstairs."
Harry and Lupin walked down the stairs. An uncomfortable silence had descended upon everyone like a cloud. As they walked into the living room, Tonks smile slipped off her face as she saw the grim faces of the man and boy in front of her.
"Okay guys, ready to go." "Whatever," Harry replied grumpily. "Remember, just hold on tight, and in about ten seconds we'll be off."
The last thing Harry remembered thinking, before the portkey activated, was that he wished there would be no one waiting at the other side to piss him off.
A boy sat alone on his bed at number 4 Privit Drive. The house was ordinary, everything was ordinary. Except for that boy sitting alone. He was crying, no crying is an incorrect judgment. He was weeping, huge sobs that lingered and tore out your soul to hear. Apparently the other residents of Privit Drive had no souls, for they screamed at the boy to shut-up they needed sleep for there big trip tomorrow. Although the boy was weeping he had one thing to look forward too, his "relatives" leaving. They would be gone for a whole week. Of course, they couldn't lock the boy up, or starve him. Instead they must give him free reign over the house. It greatly pained them to do so.
An owl fluttered into the room.
"Hey Pig. Are you going to keep me company. I'm glad you can't talk, if you could you would probably just tell me how sorry you are." The owl just hooted in response. It seemed to think that that was a good response, because it stuck out its leg and hooted again. The boy shook his head and untied the letter.
He started reading the letter, and not to his surprise he found it read like every other letter that Ron and Hermione had sent him this year.
Hey Mate,
How are ya. Everything's good here, um Hermione arrived the other day. We hope you can come and stay soon. I know your feeling bad. It must be horrible. Are you still having "dreams?" I can't really say anything. I really wish you would write back. I know how hard it is to lose someone close. I really hope your doing okay.
Ron
"See Pig, that's the fucking point. I mean who close to him has really died. Sirius died because of me, and I don't want to hear how damn sorry everyone is. I don't care. I jut want to be alone. Or maybe with someone who doesn't understand." The boy seeming to have finished his mantra; started his sobs again. At this point everyone in the house started screaming and beating at his door to get him to shut-up. This, unfortunately, just made the boy cry harder. The people just shook their heads and went to the car, with out a final good-bye to the boy inside.
"Shit, Tonks you couldn't be any quieter." "Honestly, I try," a large crash had woken up the boy, who was for one night, sleeping soundly. 'Great here comes the Calvary; I guess I should just put up my white flag know.' The so called "calvary" tried, unsuccessfully, to walk up the stairs without trying to wake the boy in the room. "Harry," Lupin said shaking the boy softly, "are you awake." "Well I am know," the sullen teenager snapped. 'So much for putting up a white flag. . .hmm. . should I go on being an arsehole, or be nice. Nice gets me favors, arse gets people worried or does it make them leave me the bloody hell alone. Guess I'll find out. "Sorry 'bout that Harry. Tonks is waiting downstairs. We have a portkey this time." "And were the hell are we going this time." "Well, the Weaselys are at Grimmuald Place, but Dumbledore said that you could go to Hogwarts if you wanted. It's your choice," the haggard looking man kindly replied. 'Oh yeah, this is really difficult. Alone in a large castle or be crowded by annoying "worried" people.' "Um, I guess, I'll go to Hogwarts. I mean, its really nice and it feels like home, I think that's what I need know." "Okay, but there's something I need to tell. . ." the man was not allowed to finish. "I don't want to hear anything, just take me to bloody Hogwarts." "Okay, well lets get your luggage and go on downstairs."
Harry and Lupin walked down the stairs. An uncomfortable silence had descended upon everyone like a cloud. As they walked into the living room, Tonks smile slipped off her face as she saw the grim faces of the man and boy in front of her.
"Okay guys, ready to go." "Whatever," Harry replied grumpily. "Remember, just hold on tight, and in about ten seconds we'll be off."
The last thing Harry remembered thinking, before the portkey activated, was that he wished there would be no one waiting at the other side to piss him off.