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When a sentence/phrase has these * * surrounding it, it means it is the characters thoughts. (Just to steer clear of any confusion...)
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Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. *It can't be morning already*, she thought, but looking at her clock it read 7:00am. *Time for another day of school,* she told herself. *Oh goodness...how can I face all those people? I think I'll go check on Harry first. He must be in an awful state. Oh my! I haven't even thought about Ginny! How is she? I have to go see her now! * Hermione quickly dressed, tied her hair back, and ran to Ginny's dormitory. She knocked on the door and one of Ginny's roommates answered.
"Yes?" she said.
"Is Ginny there?" Hermione asked urgently.
"No... I saw McGonagall waking her up earlier this morning. I think she went home. I don't know why, though."
"Okay, thank you," Hermione replied, a little disappointed that she couldn't talk to Ginny.
"I think she went home. I don't know why, though." Hermione recalled what the girl had said. *This means they don't know about Ron!* she put a hand over her mouth. *I think I'll just skip breakfast...* Hermione thought, running to the nearest girls' bathroom.
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Harry slowly opened his eyes but his vision was blurred without his glasses. Still lying in bed he thought of a weird dream he just had. His dream was that Dumbledore had told him Ron was dead... *...no, Ron wasn't dead. It was just a dream.* Harry laughed softly to himself. *It was just a dream...* But he couldn't shake off that terrible feeling of dread in the back of his head.
*Ron isn't dead!* Harry told himself. He was going to prove it. He would open the drapes surrounding his bed, and would see Ron getting ready for school...just like Harry should.
*Oh no! What time is it?* Harry thought. He quickly put on his glasses and looked at the clock next to his bed.
10:34am it read. *10:34???* On a thursday morning, without a doubt someone would have woken him up! His clock must be all wrong....
He immediately opened the drapes and found everyone gone from his dormitory.
*But it was just a dream,* Harry told himself. *It was a just dream... ... Voldemort didn't kill Ron! Ron is alive! He has to be! Ron is....* but Harry knew it wasn't true.
*Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick,* thought Harry, lying back down again.
*How could I do this to my best friend? How could I let this happen? This is all my
fault.....all my fault...*.....Harry firmly shut his eyes, eventually falling back to sleep.
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The Gryffindors were sitting in the History of Magic classroom listening to Professor Binns drone on and on. Hermione, though, was thinking of other things.
After breakfast, everyone knew about Ron's death. Since Hermione had skipped breakfast for that very reason, everyone had told her how sorry they were in the halls between classes.
*It's okay... I'll get through this... one minute to the next...* Hermione had been telling herself.
Now, she was staring at her blank piece of parchment, not able to look at anyone.
Her thoughts wandered to Harry....*I wonder where he is? It's already 12:00 and it's a half an hour till lunchtime. Well, Seamus did say that Professor McGonagall thought it best to let him sleep a little longer and take the day off from schoolwork......goodness, if only I could speak to him. I guess I'll see him at lunch. If only I could see Ron at lunch. No! Hermione, you will stop thinking like that! There was nothing you could do!! Nothing!* Tears were preparing to fall. *Oh god, I can't just stay here,* she thought. *I got to get out of here before I go mad. I'll just quickly go to the bathroom down the hall, and pull myself together.* So, startling everyone, Hermione abruptly stood up, and ran out of the room.
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Harry awoke again, at 12:25. He absentmindedly got out of bed, put on his robes, unnecessarily brushed a comb through his hair, and left his dormitory to go and face the music. He looked at his watch, and it read 12:35. *Oh great,* Harry thought, *lunch started 5 minutes ago. I bet everyone's there.*
He walked down through the silent, empty halls. He took a deep breath, and entered the Great Hall. The room, once filled with students talking, immediately was soundless at Harry's arrival. Every eye was on Harry. He instantly turned around, and walked right back through the doors that he had just entered barely a minute before.
He heard someone calling his name, but he didn't care. He kept on walking letting his feet lead.
"Harry! Harry, stop!" It was Hermione running after him. She finally caught up with him, laid a hand on his shoulder, and turned him around to face her.
"Where do you think you're going? What just happened in there?" Hermione asked him.
"I...I don't know," he told her truthfully. "I couldn't go in there, and act like nothing happened. Besides, did you see how everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at me??" He suddenly gripped his forehead.
"Harry, what is it? Is it your scar? Want me to get Professor Dumbledore?"
"No, Hermione," Harry said bitterly. "It's just a headache. You know? Like what normal people get sometimes?"
"Oh Harry!" she said, a little embarrassed, but she continued. "I'm upset too. Everyone is. You especially know how hard it is. I'm feeling just like you! But please don't take your anger out on anyone. The only person you have a right to be angry at is You-Know-Who. So will you just talk to me? Please?"
"I'm sorry Hermione," Harry said a pained look on his face, "I gotta go."
"You have got to go where?" Hermione asked unconvinced. "Come on Harry! Just talk to me! Don't avoid me!" Her voice was becoming weak. "I think... I think it would just be easier to get through this together."
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said again. "But I just want to be alone now." He stared at the floor. "I...I..."he let out a breath. "I'll just see you later, okay?"
"Yeah, of course. But Harry," she grasped his hands. "Please, talk to me. Sooner than later." He nodded and turned around to go back to his dormitory. *I'm sorry Hermione,* Harry said over and over again in his head. *I'm not ready to talk now. I'm not ready to face anyone.* Harry had no clue what he was going to do once he was back in his dormitory. He thought, *at least I'll miss the potions test.* But needless to say, that didn't cheer him up one bit.
Back in his dormitory Harry took out the photo album that he had received from Hagrid, nearly seven years before. He looked at the happy faces of his parents and wondered *why?* *Why, mum? Dad? Why is this happening? Please, don't let him take away everything I have. Everyone I've ever cared for. Please...* silent tears running down his face, he continued to gaze at all that was left of his parents; the memories.
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There'll be more chapters if people like the story-so tell me what you think. Good, bad, short, long, needs improvement, anything!
(And I know it was depressing this time, but I guess that's the type of story it is.)
I know this is going slow, but I think it's important that the reader knows everything that the character is feeling. I hope you feel the same way too.
How did Ron die? What's going to happen to Harry and Hermione's friendship? How do others react to Ron's death, and Harry? Hmmm...guess ya'll have to find out!
So, I hope you like the story (so far)!
xoxo,
Pixie Dust
When a sentence/phrase has these * * surrounding it, it means it is the characters thoughts. (Just to steer clear of any confusion...)
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Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. *It can't be morning already*, she thought, but looking at her clock it read 7:00am. *Time for another day of school,* she told herself. *Oh goodness...how can I face all those people? I think I'll go check on Harry first. He must be in an awful state. Oh my! I haven't even thought about Ginny! How is she? I have to go see her now! * Hermione quickly dressed, tied her hair back, and ran to Ginny's dormitory. She knocked on the door and one of Ginny's roommates answered.
"Yes?" she said.
"Is Ginny there?" Hermione asked urgently.
"No... I saw McGonagall waking her up earlier this morning. I think she went home. I don't know why, though."
"Okay, thank you," Hermione replied, a little disappointed that she couldn't talk to Ginny.
"I think she went home. I don't know why, though." Hermione recalled what the girl had said. *This means they don't know about Ron!* she put a hand over her mouth. *I think I'll just skip breakfast...* Hermione thought, running to the nearest girls' bathroom.
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Harry slowly opened his eyes but his vision was blurred without his glasses. Still lying in bed he thought of a weird dream he just had. His dream was that Dumbledore had told him Ron was dead... *...no, Ron wasn't dead. It was just a dream.* Harry laughed softly to himself. *It was just a dream...* But he couldn't shake off that terrible feeling of dread in the back of his head.
*Ron isn't dead!* Harry told himself. He was going to prove it. He would open the drapes surrounding his bed, and would see Ron getting ready for school...just like Harry should.
*Oh no! What time is it?* Harry thought. He quickly put on his glasses and looked at the clock next to his bed.
10:34am it read. *10:34???* On a thursday morning, without a doubt someone would have woken him up! His clock must be all wrong....
He immediately opened the drapes and found everyone gone from his dormitory.
*But it was just a dream,* Harry told himself. *It was a just dream... ... Voldemort didn't kill Ron! Ron is alive! He has to be! Ron is....* but Harry knew it wasn't true.
*Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick,* thought Harry, lying back down again.
*How could I do this to my best friend? How could I let this happen? This is all my
fault.....all my fault...*.....Harry firmly shut his eyes, eventually falling back to sleep.
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The Gryffindors were sitting in the History of Magic classroom listening to Professor Binns drone on and on. Hermione, though, was thinking of other things.
After breakfast, everyone knew about Ron's death. Since Hermione had skipped breakfast for that very reason, everyone had told her how sorry they were in the halls between classes.
*It's okay... I'll get through this... one minute to the next...* Hermione had been telling herself.
Now, she was staring at her blank piece of parchment, not able to look at anyone.
Her thoughts wandered to Harry....*I wonder where he is? It's already 12:00 and it's a half an hour till lunchtime. Well, Seamus did say that Professor McGonagall thought it best to let him sleep a little longer and take the day off from schoolwork......goodness, if only I could speak to him. I guess I'll see him at lunch. If only I could see Ron at lunch. No! Hermione, you will stop thinking like that! There was nothing you could do!! Nothing!* Tears were preparing to fall. *Oh god, I can't just stay here,* she thought. *I got to get out of here before I go mad. I'll just quickly go to the bathroom down the hall, and pull myself together.* So, startling everyone, Hermione abruptly stood up, and ran out of the room.
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Harry awoke again, at 12:25. He absentmindedly got out of bed, put on his robes, unnecessarily brushed a comb through his hair, and left his dormitory to go and face the music. He looked at his watch, and it read 12:35. *Oh great,* Harry thought, *lunch started 5 minutes ago. I bet everyone's there.*
He walked down through the silent, empty halls. He took a deep breath, and entered the Great Hall. The room, once filled with students talking, immediately was soundless at Harry's arrival. Every eye was on Harry. He instantly turned around, and walked right back through the doors that he had just entered barely a minute before.
He heard someone calling his name, but he didn't care. He kept on walking letting his feet lead.
"Harry! Harry, stop!" It was Hermione running after him. She finally caught up with him, laid a hand on his shoulder, and turned him around to face her.
"Where do you think you're going? What just happened in there?" Hermione asked him.
"I...I don't know," he told her truthfully. "I couldn't go in there, and act like nothing happened. Besides, did you see how everyone stopped what they were doing and just stared at me??" He suddenly gripped his forehead.
"Harry, what is it? Is it your scar? Want me to get Professor Dumbledore?"
"No, Hermione," Harry said bitterly. "It's just a headache. You know? Like what normal people get sometimes?"
"Oh Harry!" she said, a little embarrassed, but she continued. "I'm upset too. Everyone is. You especially know how hard it is. I'm feeling just like you! But please don't take your anger out on anyone. The only person you have a right to be angry at is You-Know-Who. So will you just talk to me? Please?"
"I'm sorry Hermione," Harry said a pained look on his face, "I gotta go."
"You have got to go where?" Hermione asked unconvinced. "Come on Harry! Just talk to me! Don't avoid me!" Her voice was becoming weak. "I think... I think it would just be easier to get through this together."
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said again. "But I just want to be alone now." He stared at the floor. "I...I..."he let out a breath. "I'll just see you later, okay?"
"Yeah, of course. But Harry," she grasped his hands. "Please, talk to me. Sooner than later." He nodded and turned around to go back to his dormitory. *I'm sorry Hermione,* Harry said over and over again in his head. *I'm not ready to talk now. I'm not ready to face anyone.* Harry had no clue what he was going to do once he was back in his dormitory. He thought, *at least I'll miss the potions test.* But needless to say, that didn't cheer him up one bit.
Back in his dormitory Harry took out the photo album that he had received from Hagrid, nearly seven years before. He looked at the happy faces of his parents and wondered *why?* *Why, mum? Dad? Why is this happening? Please, don't let him take away everything I have. Everyone I've ever cared for. Please...* silent tears running down his face, he continued to gaze at all that was left of his parents; the memories.
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There'll be more chapters if people like the story-so tell me what you think. Good, bad, short, long, needs improvement, anything!
(And I know it was depressing this time, but I guess that's the type of story it is.)
I know this is going slow, but I think it's important that the reader knows everything that the character is feeling. I hope you feel the same way too.
How did Ron die? What's going to happen to Harry and Hermione's friendship? How do others react to Ron's death, and Harry? Hmmm...guess ya'll have to find out!
So, I hope you like the story (so far)!
xoxo,
Pixie Dust
