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"How could you?" He yelled his pacing still in long furious strides. "Why? You've ruined everything, everything." To emphasis his point he stopped and threw his arms up and staring me down like I was a tiny little bug.
He continued his rant, not caring that he never gave me a chance to explain, but even I wasn't dumb enough to interrupt and tell the truth. The truth was even worse then what he already thought.
We weren't alone though, the other occupant of the room was sitting in a chair that the Room of Requirement had provided. She hadn't said anything, her back stiff from being upset and a look in her eye that made him know that he wouldn't have any support from her either.
No one would understand, or even tried. Ever since that afternoon when he had finally had worked up enough courage to take back his life, to try to live it while he could, but somewhere along the way everything got twisted.
The truth wasn't an option to use when he explained why they wouldn't work out. It was abnormal and he didn't think she would take it very well to begin with. Plus he didn't trust her enough to not reveal it to the Daily Prophet.
I look back over to Hermione who had changed positions and now had her elbows on her knees, her head resting in her hands. It seemed like she couldn't stand looking at him any longer. He understood, it was the reaction he expected after all. Ron was still pacing, still saying horrible things about Harry's family, life, and anything he could think of. It was almost a relief to finally hear how Ron really felt, but he also wished he had never found out.
He knew he had tears in his eyes, but he no longer cared. They wouldn't see him after this after all, what he wanted to be happy was to get away. He never wanted to be a part of their war, never had any other choice after seeing Hagrid for the first time. For once in his life he was going to live his life how he wanted.
It wasn't the war that would end his life either. Harry had known that his life would never be easy. So it wasn't a shock when he started feeling less than himself. It wasn't really a sudden thing; the pains in his chest had gradually built to the never ending thrum he felt deep in his bones. The once Quidditch toned body now was nothing but a skeleton. His hair never was as shiny, his eyes never as bright, and not once had anyone mentioned it.
He could feel it in his veins that he wouldn't be around much longer. He didn't want to be lying on his death bed thinking about all of his regrets, and remembering the empty feeling he had never been able to shake no matter how hard he tried.
No Harry Potter did not want to die without living first, so he was going to finally do something for himself.
Knowing they wouldn't even noticed that he left; he turned and walked out of the door.
He would never see them again alive.