Fag.
Gay, queer, homo. Maybe I am. I don't know. I don't spend my time
fantasizing about other guys, just him. I don't really remember when it
started. Third year maybe? It was an obsession at first, a sort of crush.
That only lasted about a week. Pretty soon he was all I could ever think
about. I know every movement, every feeling and expression, I've learned to
read him like a book. You might call me a stalker, I suppose I am. But you
deserve to be stalked (I prefer to call it knowing with intensity).
Everyone may think you're cold and heartless, but then, they've never
looked at your eyes. If they had they would be able to see how much pain
you have to live with. How much you yearn for the simple interaction that
comes between friends. How much you want to be loved.
I was foolish. I thought that I could give you that love, fill the
need. I thought I'd be good enough. I was wrong. You wanted someone better
and happier, more supporting and playful. You wanted a girl.
I can't blame you. After all the way I told you wasn't very tactful.
It's not always a pleasant experience to be kissed by your enemy in front
of the charms classroom. Especially if you're not gay.
Now that the truth is out a lot of people have reconsidered. Do they
really want a gay hero? Most would say no. But hey, can you blame them? I
never made a good idol, and now I make a worse one.
Just know that even when no one loves me, I still love you. I'll
always love you. A Gryfindor doesn't play with one-night stands.
"That's it? There isn't anything else?" "No Ron, there isn't." "Well I don't bloody get it! Why would he leave his two best friends without so much of a clear explanation? And who in bloody hell is this other guy?" A sad smile graced the brunet's face. "You didn't see did you?" "See what?" "How quiet he had gotten over the past year. Or how he no longer made fun of the Slytherins. Or the fact that no body idolized him anymore, especially the Hufflepuffs." "Well that last one's obvious Hermione, after he broke up with Cho they were all mad at him." ::Chuckles:: "No Ron, it was more than that, much more. And I know what Harry's gone to do." "You do? How? Did he tell you?" "He told you too. In fact he's been talking about doing it for years." ---------------------------------------------------------------- It is with grave hearts that we mourn the death of the wizarding world's greatest hero today. Harry Potter, a Hogwarts 7th year, died yesterday in the process of defeating Lord Voldermort. We only have one guess as to his last wish, and that comes in the form of a confession given to the former inmate Sirius Black, Potter's godfather, on his deathbed. Black says that Harry "just wanted everyone to be happy and he hopes that the dragons have finally found love". We are all left in the dark as to the true meaning of Mr. Potter's words, but can only marvel in his bravery. To celebrate this newly granted peace and to respect the life of our late victor please observe a moment of silence today in Mr. Potter's name.
The paper dropped to the floor with a thud, and two crystal tears trailed down a pale cheek. "Why Harry, why did you have to go and get yourself killed? Why didn't I tell you that I loved you? Why did I have to become a death eater? Why?"
"That's it? There isn't anything else?" "No Ron, there isn't." "Well I don't bloody get it! Why would he leave his two best friends without so much of a clear explanation? And who in bloody hell is this other guy?" A sad smile graced the brunet's face. "You didn't see did you?" "See what?" "How quiet he had gotten over the past year. Or how he no longer made fun of the Slytherins. Or the fact that no body idolized him anymore, especially the Hufflepuffs." "Well that last one's obvious Hermione, after he broke up with Cho they were all mad at him." ::Chuckles:: "No Ron, it was more than that, much more. And I know what Harry's gone to do." "You do? How? Did he tell you?" "He told you too. In fact he's been talking about doing it for years." ---------------------------------------------------------------- It is with grave hearts that we mourn the death of the wizarding world's greatest hero today. Harry Potter, a Hogwarts 7th year, died yesterday in the process of defeating Lord Voldermort. We only have one guess as to his last wish, and that comes in the form of a confession given to the former inmate Sirius Black, Potter's godfather, on his deathbed. Black says that Harry "just wanted everyone to be happy and he hopes that the dragons have finally found love". We are all left in the dark as to the true meaning of Mr. Potter's words, but can only marvel in his bravery. To celebrate this newly granted peace and to respect the life of our late victor please observe a moment of silence today in Mr. Potter's name.
The paper dropped to the floor with a thud, and two crystal tears trailed down a pale cheek. "Why Harry, why did you have to go and get yourself killed? Why didn't I tell you that I loved you? Why did I have to become a death eater? Why?"