MY Mental Guardian
(Ron POV) (Later that night)
Ron laid down on his bed in defeat. He couldn't believe it…he refused to believe it...Hermione was gone…for good.
Ron glanced over at Harry, he fell asleep almost an hour ago, but Ron couldn't bring himself to. So he just laid there in his bed hoping that it was all some horrible nightmare.
Harry hadn't said a word since it had happened. He looked like someone had token a muggle knife to him at first, but it quickly changed into a emotionless face. Ron tried to talk to him but he didn't respond he just sat there, it was almost as if he was talking to someone else.
In any other situation Ron would have laughed at the idea, but now…Harry was slowly getting more and more reserved, like he was avoiding them…him.
Ron closed his eyes trying to force himself to sleep. Nothing. He glanced back at Harry. He was starting to wonder if Harry even cared at all. It was like he didn't even know Harry anymore.
Ron turned away from him. "Fine." He muttered under your breath. "If you can't care about Hermione or even bother to talk to me, why should I talk to you."
(Harrys POV)
Harry listened to Ron twist and turn in his bed. He clenched his eyes shut, and buried himself deeper in his bed.
It's all my fault. Harry told himself quietly.
"No!" Voldemort snapped, almost making Harry jump in fright. "We've been over this boy, it is not your fault, you did nothing to cause this now please go to sleep!" Voldemort hissed impatiently.
"I know." Harry replied simply. "But still…"
"I said enough! Do you need me to knock you out again little brat!"
"No sorry." Harry mumbled in reply.
Voldemort let out an annoyed sigh. "Your friends wouldn't want you suffering because she is dead. Now get some rest, we have training tomorrow."
Harry nodded numbly, and tried to get some sleep.
(Dumbledore's POV)
Dumbledore sat down at his office, his eyes glazed slightly. "How could this have happened?" He asked, as he petted Fawkes.
Fawkes chirped sadly in response.
Dumbledore glanced down at his desk. On top of a stack of papers was a notice that said Lucius Malfoy was coming to interrogate him about what had happened.
Dumbledore knew what was going to happen. Lucius will come demand to have him retire, and force him to do so. Leaving the students with no one to protect them…leaving no one to figure out what was a matter with young Potter…
Ah yes he was noticing the differences in the boy they were subtle but they were becoming increasingly noticeable. He was shifting towards the dark, he barley hanged out with his friends anymore…er friend. Something had happened.
He was definitely going to need to talk to the boy before he was forced out of the school.
Sorry for the extremely short chapter, I need to find my inspiration for this story again, it slipped a little. But the good news is I'm updating next week . And for those of you who had said the story's starting to drag, was going to slow I'm sorry I was trying to pace it evenly but that isn't really working. But ya the stories reaching its peak I'm planning how exactly I'm going to end it now, though I don't know how long it will be.
