Had Enough
Chapter 1: How it Begins
The day started just like every other day always did: I wake up sweating, fists clutching the sheets, trying to remember the horrifying nightmare that plagued my dreams the night before. Nothing. It was all a blur, with bits and pieces floating around my head. I glanced at the entrance of our tent. "Still dark out," I said. A grunt from the bed beside me grabs my focus.
It's just Ron I tell myself. Ron, the first person I ever called friend. When I first learned about the wizarding world, it all seemed so exciting, like I wasn't as much as an outcast as I had always believed. It gave me a new-found sense of purpose, a place I might be able to call home. However, nothing could have prepared me for what was in-store. The people of the wizarding world practically worshipped me when they first met me.
It didn't last forever though. I discovered how quick they were to turn their backs on me when the Triwizard Tournament went south. Even my fellow Gryffindors called me a cheat and a liar, along with some other colorful names. But the thing that hurt worst was when even my best friend Ron didn't believe me. He felt betrayed, even jealous. And like that, I had no one. Or at least I thought I didn't.
Hermione. The only true friend that I've ever had in this life. The only one who refused to turn their back on me, like all the others. She never once doubted me, and even did her best to help me through it all. Her hope and faith in me was what got me through the Tournament, no matter what people say. After Voldemort sliced me and dragged himself back to the land of the living, I managed to grab Cedric and the Cup. When I portkeyed back to Hogwarts, no one knew what had happened. The deafening sound of cheers and applause crashed around me, and I just managed to say the same thing over & over. "He's back, he's back."
And then he showed up. Cornelius Fudge. That idioctic, bull-headed, know-it-all absolutely refused to believe a word I said. That's when they all showed their true colors though. But Hermione didn't. It truly amazed me. I had never seen someone stand by me and have full faith in me.
I rolled off the bunk and placed my feet on the cold, damp floor. Living in a tent on the run for the past few months had been chaotic, to say the least. I make my way towards the entrance of the tent to take guard duty, and look back at my friends.
They've done so much for me in the past. And here they are on a suicide mission, risking their lives when they could be safe with their families. Words could never describe how much I value our friendship.
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