Author: Sazmuffin
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Title: I Tried
Rating: PG
A/N: Yeah, I cried while writing this.
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"I'm trying!" Harry screamed, hot tears slipping down his cheeks, staring into the eyes of Order. "I'm TRYING! I'm trying so bloody hard!"
His knees buckled, sending searing pain up through his knees as they slammed into the floor. His hands desperately tore at his hair, letting his screams of agony drift up into the rafters. He didn't care who saw him cry, who saw him breakdown, what they thought or who they would tell. Harry clenched his eyelids shut, willing it all to go away. His body curled into the fetal position, rolling into a ball.
Molly kneeled down beside him, welcoming him into her open arms. She curled her arms around his frame, letting him cry himself out on her shoulder.
It wasn't easy going through his years at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione at his side, but now everything brought back memories of them. An oddly-shaped vase that he and Ron used to play toss with, hoping it would break "on accident." Blankets Hermione wrapped him in when he was sick. Weasley hair and dentists, goofy grins and know-it-alls. Now that they were gone, Harry didn't think he could go on.
"I tried, Molly, I tried," Harry wailed, his face scrunching up as he cried.
"You did, dear, you did," she answered, feeling her own salty tears trickle down her face. "We love you for that, Harry."
Wiping away his tears on his jumper's sleeve, he said,"I miss them so much."
Molly cupped his cheek in her hand, gazing into his emerald eyes, "They miss you too, I'm sure of it. They'll look after you, sweetheart."
Harry stood, helping his best friend's mother up. Mrs. Weasley hugged him tightly, giving him a sad smile as they parted.
Harry retreated to his room, lying face down on Ron's bed. He didn't think his tears would ever dry out. His temples pulsed as he felt a pounding of blood in his ears. His body convulsed in sobs, his elbows and knees failing out at awkward angles.
"I tried," he whispered. "I tried."
