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Chapter 13 – Don't try, you'll only screw up
Harry sat on the step of The Burrow, watching the sky light up with the blood red glow of summer. It was the morning they were going back to school, but he had a disgusting feeling in his chest, like there was nothing to look forward to. He's only just considered it now, when he left his best friend at the end of the last school year, that was the last he would ever see of that Ron, the Ron he experienced so much with. Now, that Ron is gone. Replaced by….something else. Harry rested his head in his hands.
"Harry, you could have done something. It's supposed to be your job! Where were you?" He hated the fact that there was nothing he could do, it's all too late now.
"Hey!" Harry jumped. He looked behind him to see Ron standing in the doorway. He chuckled a bit when he saw Harry jump.
"R-ron! You should be in bed, we leave in a few hours." Ron ignored him and sat down next to him on the step.
"Harry, I know mum said get up early, but you're taking it to an extreme wouldn't you say?" Harry sighed.
"Couldn't sleep." Ron chucked.
"I know the feeling." The pair sat in silence, Harry not wanting to look at Ron. Finally, Harry plucked up the courage to speak.
"Ron."
"yep?"
"I'm sorry-"Harry was cut off by Ron.
"Don't blame-"
"No!" Harry interrupted him, "Ron…I am so sorry." Ron sat in silence, looking at the side of Harry's head, Harry just kept looking forwards, at the ever-reddening sky.
"…I know." Ron whispered. Harry continued to look at the sunrise, his mind full of things he'd rather not think, his heart full of feelings he'd rather not feel.
"I think we should talk about what happens now, Ron." Harry said, wincing as he said it.
"Nothing happens next, Harry." Harry shook his head.
"Ron, you can't let that bastard get away with this!" Harry hissed, not wanting to raise his voice too much. Ron laughed, but Harry could tell it was a laugh because he found something amusing.
"He's already got away with it, Harry! Just do me a favour and leave it, please." Harry finally turned to Ron to protest, but stopped when he looked into Ron's eyes. Now he remembered why he didn't want to look at him in the first place. Where had the life gone from those eyes?
"How can i do that? I've failed you once, I can't do that again." Ron put a hand on Harry's knee, Harry's eyes flicked down to it for a second and then back to Ron.
"I don't want anyone to ever find out, and I don't want Craig to know that you know, okay? I just want to get on with my life." Ron said, even though he knew that wouldn't happen. Before Harry could answer, Ron spoke again, "Now, I'm gonna go and pack for school. Are you going to help me?" Harry picked up on the hint that Ron wanted him to drop it. Ron walked into the house, Harry took one last look at the blood-red sun and rose to his feet.
I will do something about this for you, Ron He thought. He followed Ron into the house.
The rain pelted the tracks that stood suspended over the grassy hills. Unfazed, the train hurtled along towards Hogwarts. Inside one of the carriages, Harry sat with his head pressed against the window, looking out over the hills.
It's funny how the rain makes things look so different. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the carriage rocked, throwing Harry's head off the window and slamming it back. The thud distracted Hermione and Ron.
"Ah!" Harry winced as his narrowed his eyes at how much it hurt.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Hermione asked in a worried tone. Ron sat back on his seat, watching Harry out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to see if Harry was ok, but something was telling him not to. For some reason, he hated the way Harry was being.
So, he wasn't there for you when you were raped but now he wants to be there for you?! That's a joke! Ron felt a wave of shame at his thoughts.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine, thanks." Harry said as he rubbed his head. Hermione looked over at Ron. He stared back at her.
"Don't get up, eh?" she snarled. Harry looked up and came o Ron's defence.
"It's ok, Hermione. Really." Ron sighed and sat up.
"Is it really? Is it ok? Harry, its not 'ok'! Don't stick up for me if I was being rude to you!" He snapped. Hermione looked at him, dumbstruck.
"Ron! What is wrong with you?!" She gasped.
"Hermione, it's ok, i-" Ron got up from his seat.
"Y'know what? There's nothing wrong with me! I'm fucking great!" He slid the train carriage door open and bounded out into the corridor. Hermione got up to follow him.
"No!" Harry said, Hermione looked at him questioningly. Harry suddenly realised everything he said now would but under extreme scrutiny and inspection. "H-he didn't have much sleep last night. You know how cranky he gets. Just let him cool off, yeah?" Hermione slowly sat down, making it quite clear that she didn't want to. She wasn't stupid; she had noticed a change In Ron, recently.
Maybe his parents are right? She thought. The two sat in silence.
Harry sat, with his elbows on his knees, watching the door. He couldn't leave after he gave that lecture to Hermione. He knew she was watching him closely. He wasn't stupid, either.
"I need the toilet. Back in a second." He knew she didn't believe him but she would just have to accept it. Harry stepped out into the corridor and walked down the hall, hoping to see Ron somewhere on his way. He reached the toilet door and there was still no sign.
"Harry!" Harry snapped his head forward to see Dean.
"Hey, Dean! Good summer?" Dean smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, it was great!" He banged on the toilet door. "C'mon, Ron! Hurry up! Sorry, Harry. He's been in there ages! So, what did you do with yourself?" Harry ignored the last part of the question.
"Ron's in there?!" Dean nodded and went to speak again. "Tell you what," Harry interrupted. "Go to the toilet at the other end, save any of us waiting twice as long." Harry realised that he said it in quite a commanding way, and just smiled to cover it up.
"Right – ok, then." Dean slowly brushed past Harry on his way down. After he had gone, Harry got his wand out of his robes, looked up and down the carriage and pointed it at the lock. The door clicked open and Harry slid in. On the other side of the door, he re-locked the door. He turned to see Ron leaning on the basin in front of the mirror, staring into his own eyes. Harry stood staring at him until Rons eyes flicked to his in the mirror, Harry felt a chill go down his spine. He tried to back away but he hit the door.
"Why are you in here? The door was locked." Harry put his wand back in his robes.
"Yeah, I know, and it's locked again, now." Ron turned to face Harry.
"Harry, why are you acting like this with me? I'm not made out of glass." Harry took a step towards Ron.
"I know, but-"
"But nothing! Why can't you treat me like you always have?" Ron sounded like he was pleading more than anything.
"Because you aren't who you always were!" Harry didn't intend it to sound like it did. Ron stepped up to Harry.
"Is that my fault?"
"N-no! I didn't mean it like that!" Ron reached past Harry and unlocked the door.
"I might not be the same. But it's not my fault! It's yours. It's all your fault, Harry Potter!" He opened the door and walked off. Harry stood, wide-eyed, watching Ron storm off down the corridor. He slammed the door and slid down it, his head in his hands. He sat there, alone, sobbing his heart out.
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There we go, it's all set up to kick off, now! Btw, I know my name is CheesePIE now but don't worry, it's still me. I'm pretty confident I can start writing for this again! Plz review! Thanks for being so patient. - CP