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Syd
Dear Sirius,
How are you and Buckbeak? I hope
you've been able to keep up with the news lately. This is a very
hard thing for me to tell you, but I think I have to tell you because I
don't know what to do. I think that I'm in love with Ron. When
I told him, he was all disgusted, but we talked about it a few nights ago
and we're on good terms now. He still looks at me kind of oddly sometimes
when he doesn't think I'm looking, but I suppose he'll get used to it. You know, he told me that "he wasn't that way" and he was worried about
what his family would think. Knowing the Weasley's, I don't think
they would mind...I mean, in their house, practially anything goes.
Sorry I'm not telling you more about what's
been going on here, but I really want you to answer as quickly as possible,
so I need to make the letter short. Please...I need someone to tell
me I'm normal.
Harry
Harry tied the letter onto Hedwig's leg and
watched the owl swoop out of the windows of the Owlery. He watched
her until she was gone from sight and turned from the window. When
he turned, his eyes fell on Ron standing in the doorway. He was leaning
on the frame of the door, looking very tall and lanky. "Hey, Harry."
"Hi, Ron."
"What are you up to this late?"
"Oh, I was, er, sending a letter to Sirius...you
know, to keep him updated on what's going on."
"Harry, it's late...it's almost two in the
morning."
"Yeah, well I couldn't sleep."
"C'mon...let's go back to the common room."
"Alright." Harry and Ron made their way out
of the Owlery and to Gryffindor tower. There was an uneasy silence
all th way, and Harry relfected on how their friendship would probably
never be back the way it was. Ron seemed to be trying to stand as
far away from Harry as he could wthout his noticing.
They came to the portrait of the Fat Lady
and Harry whispered, "Infori minimus." The portrait swung open and
they crawled into the common room. Silently, they trudged up the
stairs and entered the Dorm room "Well, g'night then," said Ron.
"Yeah, goodnight. See you tomorrow." They both got into bed, and Harry notcied with remorse that Ron made sure
his curtains were all the way closed when he laid down. Harry sighed
and curled up under his own covers, but didn't fall asleep for hours. He listened to the rythmic breathing of his best friend as he slept. The room seemed stifling and Harry's sleep was littered with nightmares
where he relived once again his mother's death.
Please...please! Don't kill Harry! Please spare him!
Stand aside you stupid girl. Give me the runt and you won't have to watch him die.
Please no! Spare him!
Silent tears mingled with cold sweat as Harry tossed in his bed all
night.
* * * * *
One night, at Quidditch practice, the Gryffindor
house team was playing around after several drills Ron had put them through. Harry had repaired the damage on his broom, and was once again practicing
the Wronski Feint. The whole team cheered when the skinny boy pulled
off a spectacular dive and did a few loops in the air. Seamus Finnigan,
one of the team Beaters, clapped Harry on the back, saying, "Wow Harry,
that was great! Even Lynch can't pull off a Feint like that one!"
An hour later, when practice was over, the
team was still in high spirits and was zooming around the field. Harry was racing Ron on his new Nimbus two thousand, but the Firebolt was ahead. Harry flew to the lake, and was flying over it, when he came
to a sudden halt. Ron and his Nimbus weren't but five feet behind
him, and everything happened in a matter of seconds. The redhead
smashed headlong into Harry and his Firebolt, and a nasty crack echoed
in the crisp spring air as Harry slid sideways off his broom. Before
Ron knew what was happening, Harry was tumbling towards the serene surface
of the lake. With a girant splash, the now small figure sank out
of sight. "HAAARRY!" Ron realized that Harry's shoes and robes
must be weighing him down as he kicked off his own shoes and stripped down
to his boxers. With an arching dive, he plunged down into the lake
after his friend. Ron searched and searched for what seemed like
hours. He came for breath many times before his fingers brushed cold
skin, and grabbed hold of Harry's hand before the two sunk any deeper. Using all of his strength, Ron kicked his way to the surface. He
broke through the surface with an almighty gasp and hauled the limp form
with the mass of unruly black hair to the surface. Miraculously,
Harry's glasses were still jammed firmly on the bridge of his nose, but
he was missing a shoe. Slowly, Ron dragged his cargo to the shore. The rest of the team was there to meet them, and Seamus had managed to
rescue both of their brooms.
Harry's skin was cold, and he wasn't breathing. His arm was stuck out in an odd angle from his body and he didn't move
when Ron shook his shoulders. "Harry! Harry, please wake up! Please wake up, Harry," Ron was yelling at the unresponsive body. Hands were pulling him back, but Ron fought the hands and kept shaking
Harry.
"Ron, we have to take him to the castle!"
"Ron! come on you git! We have
to get Dumbledor and Madam Pomfrey!"
"Ron!"
The red head realized that they were right,
and he scooped up the wet pile of robes and hair that was Harry and made
his way up to the castle as quickly as he could. He didn't even notice
the way the harsh wind stung his bare, wet skin, or the way the grass prickled
arngrily at the soles of his feet, or the way his muscles screamed in protest
of carrrying such a dead weight.
Scarcely minutes later, Ron gently laid Harry's
body on a bed in the Hospital wing and collapsed on the bed next to it. Madam Pomfrey came rushing in and Ron managed to gasp, "Harry fell in lake,
not breathing...broken arm...needs help," before the nurse wrapped
him in a warm blanket and set about tending to Harry. She noticed
Ron watching anxiously, but also saw the look of sheer exhaustion in his
eyes and hypothermia setting in. She forced some sleeping potion
down his throat and he fell asleep immediatly.
* * * * *
Groggily, Ron opened his eyes to find he was
still in the Hospital wing, but someone had put pajamas on him. When
his eyesight cleared, he remembered what had happened and frantically searched
the room for Harry. The boy was laying in the same bed Ron had left
him, and was slowly breathing as he slept peacefully. Ron sank back
into bed, fully relieved that Harry was okay. A fierce tapping on
the window revealed Hedwig outside the window. Slowly and carefully,
Ron opened the window and Hedwig flew in. She went over to Harry,
realized he couldn't be disturbed, then left her letter with Ron. She knew and recognized him, and he had the feeling that she knew he would
give the letter to Harry when he awoke.
When she was gone out of sight, Ron went and
laid back down in bed. He recognized the hadnwriting; it was Sirius's
reply letter. Harry always read his godfather's letters to Hermione
and Ron, so Ron decided to see what Sirius was up to. Apparently,
Sirius had a shortage on paper, and used the back of the parchment Harry
had sent. It was odd, Harry usually wrote Sirius when something odd
was going on, "and nothing odd has happened lately...except Harry is..."
Ron muttered to himself, but dwindled away when he got to the third sentance
of Harry's letter,
...I think I'm in love with Ron. When I told him, he was all disgusted, but we talked about it a few nights ago and we're on good terms now. He still looks at me kind of oddly sometimes when he doesn't think I'm looking, but I suppose he'll get used to it. You know, he told me that "he wasn't that way" and he was worried about what his family would think...
Ron stared with an open mouth at the letter, and finished reading in a daze. He never knew that he mattered that much to Harry. Harry did say he loved him, but...was it that...serious? What was even more surprising than Harry's letter was Sirius's reply.
Dear Harry,
So, you love Ron. Harry, you are perfectly normal. You know, I'm surprised Ron would be worried about his family, I mean,
you know his older brother Bill? The one that works for Gringotts? Well, he's just like you. He's got a boyfriend that he lives with. Unless Ron doesn't know. If he doesn't know, and you feel you need
to tell him, for the sake of everything good in the world, please be tactful. It's not everyday you find out that your older brother is gay.
Oh, yes, and Buckbeak is fine. So am I. Try and
come visit me in your next Hogsmeade visit okay? I hope things work
out with the two of you.
Sirius
Bill? Gay?
