Afraid of the Dark
Afraid of the Dark
anime_angel2000
11-04-01
Daisies fluttered gently in the breeze. He was running through the beautiful field, under the sunny sky. She was in front of him, laughing, always just out of his reach. He laughed, breathing in the sweet air, and kept running. The sky suddenly turned black. The daisies disappeared. He was now running on mowed grass. An angry crowd loomed before him. She was crying. A large, red pair of eyes glared at him from the ugly sky. A hand reached out for him, coming nearer... nearer...
Ron opened his eyes. He stared up at the dark roof of his room, trying to steady his breathing. It had been like this ever since the night Voldemort had returned. He kept having the same dream over and over. He wondered how hard it was for Harry. Harry had taken this pretty hard. He was silent now, and very solemn. Ron guessed he blamed himself for what had happened. He understood. Hell, he'd have felt the same way. But he didn't blame Harry. The problem was, Harry blamed Harry. And now Harry seemed to think anyone near him would be killed.
Ron was suddenly aware that he was not the only one in his bed. He looked to his right, and stared into Harry's sleeping, spectacle deprived face. Harry's eyes fluttered open.
"You alright?" Ron asked.
"Sorry," Harry Replied timidly.
Ron smiled. " 'S alright," he said. "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
"It's okay," Ron whispered, putting an arm around Harry.
They lay for a few moments in silence. Then Harry asked slyly, "So, what's this I hear about you and our Hermione?"
Ron blushed. "Nothing! Where'd you get an idea like that?"
"Well, you did say her name once or twice while you were sleeping. What was the dream about, anyway?"
"Nothing."
"Mm-hmm."
"Really!"
"Right."
"Well, what about my little sister?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry muttered.
Ron laughed. "I tell you, next year's not going to be the same."
"Not at all," Harry agreed.
Afraid of the Dark
anime_angel2000
11-04-01
Daisies fluttered gently in the breeze. He was running through the beautiful field, under the sunny sky. She was in front of him, laughing, always just out of his reach. He laughed, breathing in the sweet air, and kept running. The sky suddenly turned black. The daisies disappeared. He was now running on mowed grass. An angry crowd loomed before him. She was crying. A large, red pair of eyes glared at him from the ugly sky. A hand reached out for him, coming nearer... nearer...
Ron opened his eyes. He stared up at the dark roof of his room, trying to steady his breathing. It had been like this ever since the night Voldemort had returned. He kept having the same dream over and over. He wondered how hard it was for Harry. Harry had taken this pretty hard. He was silent now, and very solemn. Ron guessed he blamed himself for what had happened. He understood. Hell, he'd have felt the same way. But he didn't blame Harry. The problem was, Harry blamed Harry. And now Harry seemed to think anyone near him would be killed.
Ron was suddenly aware that he was not the only one in his bed. He looked to his right, and stared into Harry's sleeping, spectacle deprived face. Harry's eyes fluttered open.
"You alright?" Ron asked.
"Sorry," Harry Replied timidly.
Ron smiled. " 'S alright," he said. "What's wrong?"
"I'm afraid of the dark."
"It's okay," Ron whispered, putting an arm around Harry.
They lay for a few moments in silence. Then Harry asked slyly, "So, what's this I hear about you and our Hermione?"
Ron blushed. "Nothing! Where'd you get an idea like that?"
"Well, you did say her name once or twice while you were sleeping. What was the dream about, anyway?"
"Nothing."
"Mm-hmm."
"Really!"
"Right."
"Well, what about my little sister?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry muttered.
Ron laughed. "I tell you, next year's not going to be the same."
"Not at all," Harry agreed.
D/C: I own nothing
A/N: Okay, this is NOT slash! It's
just friends. I saw this kind of thing on a show. Ally McBeal,
I do believe. Anyway... This is my first story since beginning
my creative writing class! Yay me!
