Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling owns those copyright papers.
Hermione didn't know what to do. She hated seeing Harry so… depressed. He hardly eats and doesn't seem as engrossed into their conversations as he used to. Of course she didn't really expect him to be jumping around after the death of his godfather, Sirius Black. Not to mention his abusive childhood was also probably catching up with him.
Clutching her library books close to her chest her mind could not stop thinking about Harry. Other than the restrained actions his eyes seemed dull. Their glimmer seemed gone. She really wanted to help. She was his friend and friends were supposed to help each other so why couldn't she help him? She sighed, frustrated. Too caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice that she walked right into a certain green eyed wizard. Her books cluttered to the floor as she stumbled back. Looking up ready to scold the person her breath stopped short when she saw who it was.
"H-harry!"
The said boy looked up from his spot on the floor. His clothes hung loosely around his small frame. Harry looked up revealing his pale face and dull eyes.
"Are you alright?" Hermione dropped to her knees. "I'm fine, Hermione!" Harry snapped when Hermione reached out towards him. Stumbling onto his feet he looked back and felt a pang of guilt when he saw Hermione's hurt face. "I'm sorry 'Mione it's just that I'm…in a hurry.", Harry lied. Truth was he just wanted to be alone. His heart had been aching tremendously ever since Sirius's death. His throat tightened whenever he thought of Sirius making him feel like he was suffocating. When he thought of his friends he felt grateful. He thought that he would burden them so he simply decided to not telling them. Harry turned around, ready to continue his walk towards the Astronomy Tower when a voice pierced the air.
"Harry wait!" Hermione cried out. She grabbed his hand and spun him so he faced her. "Don't lie to me Harry. Please. I know you're in pain. I can help you if you just let me." A few strands of hair fell in front of Hermione's eyes. She felt her throat beginning to hurt as her eyes became glossy with tears.
Harry stared wide-eyed at Hermione. Closing his eyes he whispered, "You wouldn't understand."
"Yes I would if you would just-"
"So why bother!"
Harry yanked his arm away from Hermione's hold. "You don't know how it feels like to lose your family! To not even know your parents! To be abused by your last living relatives every single day! To see someone die right before your eyes… You don't know. So, stop burdening yourself with other peoples' problems!" With that Harry spun on his heels and took off towards the Astronomy Tower, not noticing a stunned figure hiding behind one of the statues.
Sighing sadly Hermione let a few tears fall whispering, "The truth is ,Harry, that I don't think of it as a burden. And your wrong. I do know how it feels like." Stuffing the books in her bag, she took off towards the common room.
The figure silently walked away from the scene, mulling over what happened.
Not much of a cliffy and I honestly don't think that's my best rant. Oh well. Anyway I am on writer's block with my other story, which is based on DBZ. The third chapter idea made no sense so I decided to start over. Anyway hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story and hopefully I come back and make Harry's rant better. Oh and sorry for the shortnesss of the chapter. Bye!