Gryffindor Tower

Boys Dormitory

Warmth.

That was all that I could feel as I stood before the window located in the boy's dormitory. Blood red curtains fluttered like wings as a warm breeze blew through the open window. With the sun on my face, warming my insides as the sunlight caressed my face, I looked over Hogwarts grounds that bustled with little activity.

The sun was a fickle thing I suppose, giving off light so that those who roam this planet may see. So that nature could grow wild and free. So that people like me, touch starved and lost, can feel the gentle heat all over us as we come to the decision that although we may be lost, we are unrestricted of the social standards that society has placed. That we are whole even if sometimes we feel as if we are broken like shards of shattered glass. We are united. We are ourselves and that's all that matters.

As I stood there, basking in the light, I thought about what had happened this year at Hogwarts. One, Sirius Black, a somewhat brotherly figure and godfather, had died leaving me alone without rescue from hell, also known as the Durlsey's.

He had wanted to gain guardianship over me, but that couldn't happen for two things: one, he was still an escaped convict and two, he had been killed before his name could be cleared of any wrongdoing. But most of all is what happened after our exams. I had decided to share a part of me with my closest friends, Ron and Hermione.

For once in my life, I had been optimistic about the reactions my friends would give, but I guess all you had to do was anticipate the worst in all things. One would think that after everything, Ron, Hermione, and I have been through, this little fact wouldn't tear our friendship apart but then again you would be wrong. I had found out some truths that day, some that made me rethink the times we shared and how we all first met.

Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of these thoughts and memories, but each time they came back stronger until all I could do was stand there, watching it play over and over again before my eyes.

With only the flickering flames in the fireplace to keep me company in the deserted Gryffindor common room, I waited for my friends of three years to arrive: Ron and Hermione. The letter I sent should have been received by now and if so, they should be on their way. I knew that they were coming because why not? They've never turned me down before and should know that this was an important meeting. Ron and Hermione should be here any minute, but time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace.

As I paced before the fireplace with only chairs and a loveseat as my audience, I tried to figure out some way to tell them. Should I be blunt and spit it out once we got the pleasantries out of the way? Should I ease them into it by asking their opinions on the subject? Or should I even tell them at all?

My thoughts turned down a darker path as long-forgotten insecurities clawed their way to the surface. Such things had me worrying because deep down inside of my heart, I knew that I was making a mistake. Even though everything inside of me was warning me against this, I tried to push through and see where this would go because of one thing: Ron and Hermione were my friends, so they wouldn't judge me over a small piece of myself, right?

With that, I halted my pacing before shaking my head as I sprawled across the loveseat. I then decided right then and there that whatever happens, happens. I had wanted to come out with a planned speech but that was overrated. Maybe I could just ease them into it before I sprouted out a long speech that probably didn't make a lot of sense.

The creaking of a door pulled me out of my worrying. I rushed to fix my appearance but slowed down as I didn't want them to think anything was wrong. After all, the least I looked scared of what was to come then they wouldn't have much to worry about. The sound of footsteps drew closer as Ron and Hermione came further into the room until they were standing a few feet away from me. I slowly stood up to greet them, so they wouldn't know anything was up.

We quickly exchanged greetings and hugs then sat down in our respected chairs, the loveseat for me. After a few minutes of small talk, Hermione decided to get straight to the point which she was known for.

"So Harry, why did you ask us to meet you here? Is something wrong?"

"Yeah mate is there something wrong? Because the letter you sent was rushed and didn't sound right to me."

As I looked at both of their faces, the feeling about me making a mistake resurfaced but I quickly pushed it back down. I knew that the time had come and I no longer could avoid the subject. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my Gryffindor courage, and looking into there eyes, I said,

"Ron, 'Mione, you know that we've been friends for a long time, right? And sometimes friends keep secrets from each other whether or not it's intentional or to keep one safe. It's been eating me up-"

"Get on with it mate," said Ron as he interrupted my not so planned speech.

Shaking my head slightly, I gave a little laugh before blurting it out.

"I'm gay, mate. I've always been."

When I said this, their expressions changed to an expressionless mask that you would find on a Slytherin. They looked at me for a few minutes, searching for what I didn't know. Maybe to see if this was a big prank that I planning on them. They must have found something in my expression because they burst out laughing. That made me frown as I could see that Ron and Hermione weren't taking me seriously.

"Are you serious?" Ron asked through his laughter.

"No that was my godfather."

The two of them looked at each other then at me clearly coming to a realization that they were not being pranked and they had mistaken my words as something to laugh at. Hermione quickly apologized and Ron was just nodding his head at what she said, probably not able to say those two little words without his pride getting in the way. After the confusion was cleared, Hermione went into investigation mode.

"So how long have you known you were gay?"

"Actually I've known since I was nine. When every guy was looking at girls, I was too busy admiring them."

The questions kept coming and I could feel myself slowly relax as I answered them as truthfully as I could. A dangerous mistake on my part since after all the questions were answered, we were back to square one; silence and masks of indifference.

As the silence progressed, I started to fidget in my seat unable to sit still. The longer the silence progressed, the more my inner battle raged on. The feeling of this being a mistake surfaced and refused to be squashed back into the back of my mind. I was just starting to bite my lower lip when Ron broke the never-ending silence.

"Mate, when you first called us to meet you, I honestly thought something was wrong, but now I can say I was wrong. I can't believe that you're gay even if you claim to be because I had always thought you would end up with Ginny just like Dumbledore promised. I mean it's unnatural to be what you are. Why would you choose to be a fairy? A poof? What you are and what you choose to be doesn't exactly sit well with me and I have to say I don't think this friendship can continue."

"Dumbledore said what?" I asked.

Instead of Ron answering, Hermione then decided it was her time to speak.

"Dumbledore promised that you would end up with Ginny and she could be Lady Potter. We were friends with you just because he promised us some things in return: fame, money, a promising career and well for me, a high position in the Ministry. We never actually wanted to be friends with you because we, Ron and myself, knew that we might be killed by You-Know-Who. Why waste a life of opportunities if we were going to be killed being friends with you?" She shook her head, "I mean that's not what I wanted but I only did it because of Dumbledore. Honestly, I can't believe that you didn't notice that we didn't like you since we gave enough hints for you to realize which makes me believe that you're either stupid or didn't want to believe it. Now with you being gay and all, you messed up not only our plans but Dumbledores. As Ron said, I don't like the fact that you're one of those disgusting faggots and I don't think this friendship can continue."

The moment the words were spoken, Ron and Hermione stood and left, leaving me sitting alone, shocked and heartbroken.

A tear escaped from my eye as I slowly became conscious of the present. Quickly, I wiped it away and busied myself with packing what little belongings I had into my trunk. No use crying over spilled milk because I knew that nobody wanted to be friends with a freak like me. The Dursley's were right; I didn't deserve to be loved or have friends.

Time passed as I packed my belongings and soon I was boarding the Hogwarts Express. I found a compartment that was empty and warded it so that no one would bother me during the ride back to the Dursley's. One thought kept repeating through my mind as I looked at the changing scenery:

What would my life be if I could just start over?

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Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my new story, A New Life Begins. As you can see above, it's a HP fanfiction and will contain LGBTQ+ relationships. If you do not agree with that or do not want to read a HP fanfic where the main character is of the LGBTQ+ community, then I have one thing to tell you: CLICK OUT OF MY BOOK AND READ ANOTHER!

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