"THAT BLOODY TRAITOR!" Ron screamed, seething with anger.
"Ronald!" Hermione called after him, speeding up to stand next to him. "Stop screaming you will be wake up the entire castle." Hermione stated with less than her usually vindictive tone.
"WELL THAT BLOODY PRICK SHOULD'NT HAVE FOUND A WAY TO PUT HIS NAME IN THAT BLOODY GOBLET TO GET EVEN MORE ATTENTION THAN HE ALREADY HAS!" At this point Ron was seething and unable to control his wayward emotions. He was just tired of constantly being overshadowed at home with all his brothers, and now at school with Harry being his best mate, if they even were best mates anymore.
"You can not possibly mean that Ron," Hermione said gently, placing her hand on a Ron's shoulder. "You and Harry have been like brothers for the past three years."
"I don't want anymore idiotic brothers." Ron replied heatedly before shoving Hermione away and stalking up to his dorm room.
Hermione was between anger and sadness as she followed slowly behind, unable to get herself to talk to Ron again.
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Harry made his way back to the common room sullenly. He still couldn't believe that his worry and fear free year had turned into him being entered into what was practically a death match by an unknown force.
As he opened the door he was greeted with many shouts of;
"How'd you do it?" Or "Congratulations."
After painstakingly fighting his way through the Weasleys twins' many questions, he made it to what he thought was the safety of his dorm.
As he pushed open the door, ready to grab his things for a long hot shower to contemplate the events of the night, he was greeted by long, drawn out, sarcastic clapping.
"Well if it isn't our Tri-wizard champion, Harry Potter." Ron drawled venomously.
Harry was instantly taken aback at the cruel words of his best mate. How could he say that to him? Ron was the closet thing he had to a family member.
"Are you mad at me Ron?" Harry asked timidly. He was still a tad shaken from the whole, "You are competing in a tournament where there is a high probability of dying." Ordeal.
"Why the hell would I be mad?" Ron said with a rather manic laugh. "It's not like my best mate betrayed me by finding a way into the tournament without me, because he's the bloody boy who lived who got his whole life on a silver platter shattered with galleons, while I'm here stuck as his overshadowed best mate, who can barely scrap together enough money to attend this school!" Ron didn't really feel this way but in the heat of the moment he was so overcome with pent up emotion that he just had to release.
Harry was extremely taken aback. The nights events and Ron's stuck up rant, caused him to completely loose all sense and start screaming. "OH YES RON MY SILVER FUCKING PLATTER GAVE ME SO MANY WONDERFUL THINGS. HOW ABOUT MY FIRST GIFT! DEAD PARENTS, OH THANK PLATTER, AND RELATIVES WHO CONSTANTLY BERATE ME AND TELL ME IM A FREAK WHO WILL NEVER MATTER. I BLOODY WELL HATE MYSELF AND YOU'RE STUCK TO FAR UP YOUR OWN ASS TO NOTICE! AND NOW TO TOP IT ALL OFF, I HAVE TO COMPETE IN THIS BLOODY TOURNAMENT, WITHOUT MY CONSENT FOR THAT MATTER, NOT KNOWING IF ILL LIVE OR DIE. SO YES RON MY SILVER PLATTER IS JUST FULL OF GIFTS!"
At the end of his yelling Harry's eyes were filled with unshed tears as he ran out of the dorm room and the common room.
Ron just sat on the bed dumbfounded at what just happened. He couldn't believe his best mate felt that way about his life and himself. Did he really hate himself? Ron laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling regretting everything he told his best mate.
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Harry ran through the halls of the school, not even slightly worried about being caught after curfew. He didn't know where he was going he just let his feet guide him on his way. Until he bumped into one Charlie Weasley, who was on his way back from a meeting discussing the first task.
"Hey, Harry are you alright?" Charlie inquired, looking slightly startled at the sudden appearance of the young boy around the corner.
Harry just let out a sob before burying his face in his hands, feeling extremely embarrassed about blubbering like a baby in front of his best mates's cool older brother.
"Harry you're alright, everything will be ok with the tournament, I promise."
He grabbed Harry's arm and hey ducked into the nearest empty classroom.
Harry looked on the verge of a panic attack at this point, worrying Charlie tremendously.
"Breathe Harry, breathe." Charlie soothing, while running circles on the small of Harry's back like he'd seen his mother do. As Harry calmed down Bill asked him what happened.
"I got back to my dorm, a-and Ron started yelling about how unfair his life was compared to mine. So I started screaming back about how my life wasn't fair in the slightest." He told Charlie between sobs. "Sometimes I wonder if things would be better if I died with my parents..." he muttered sadly.
Charlie pulled the shaking ms sobbing boy into another hug. "Hey, don't ever think that about yourself Harry, you're amazing and no one wants you dead. Now, I think that you and Ron probably both regret what you said. So, you should go up there and apologize to him. Ok?"
Harry nodded before smiling, thanking Charlie, and going back to the common room.
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When Harry walked into the dorms, Ron head shot up from his pillow.
"Harry, mate, I'm so sorry I swear I didn't mean it I was just angry." He pleaded with red rimmed eyes.
"Ron? Have you...have you been crying?" He asked surprised at the display of emotions.
"No, have you?" He asked looking at Harry's red and puffy eyes.
Harry quickly turned red with embarrassment. "No."
The two started chuckling which turned into full fledged laughter by the end.
"Harry." Ron said sincerely. "Hermione and I will help you through tournament."
"Thanks mate." Harry said with a smile, "it means a lot."
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