A/N: As I got only ONE review last chapter, I am now very sad. Wahh! That chapter took me a LONG time to write! I need some moral support here!
Disclaimer: They're all mine! Mine I tell you! Neyah! **Puts them in her pocket** You want them back?! But why?! Oh fine. All characters belong to the wonderful and talented JK Rowling.
Chapter 3- Oh to be a House-elf
"Harry!" He yelled, loud and shocked. "W-W-what are you doing here?" Fear was so evident on his face, and I wanted so much to help him to feel better and make his pain go away. His face is chalky white and his eyes are open wide and are carrying large black smears underneath.
"I-I'm sorry Ron... I just came to..." suddenly I felt a horrible stab of guilt. What had I come to do? Grab a sweater? ::He was miserable and hurt and I'm worried about a few goose-bumps? What kind of friend am I?:: the voice at the back of his head informed me, ::don't you even care about your best friend anymore?:: "to make sure you're alright."
His face brightened a bit. Not much, i hadn't seen him smile since I left him at the King's Cross at the end of last term, but it was something. "Oh, th-thanks," he stammered, still trying to collect his nerves.
I gave him a half-smile, and then lines of worry creased my face again. "Ron? Are you alright?"
He looked at me for a long while, he had no expression, he just stared. After a while, his glance moved slowly upwards, and he wore a lost look on his face. ::Why should anyone have to go through this?:: i asked myself. ::how could Percy be so selfish? Look what he's doing to his family.::
Finally, he spoke. His voice was soft, unsteady, "Harry," he began, "have you ever wished you were a house-elf?"
What?! A house-elf? Of all the things he would say, that wasn't what i expected to hear. Obviously he noted my confusion. "I mean, all day, what do they do? Cook, clean, serve people... The only thing they worry about is 'is my master happy' and it's ok. They-" His voice gets caught in his throat. After coughing for several seconds, he began again, "th-they... Harry, they don't worry about their brothers dying!"
He looked down, "I never worried either..." I expected him to continue, but he didn't. ::I feel like we can never talk anymore, and i miss that.:: But I have to be honest with myself. ::I know that he isn't the same anymore, and in reality, I don't think he'll ever be the same. Will we ever be able to talk anymore? Why can't he talk to me? I'm his best friend...::
I could tell he was holding all the tears he wanted to cry deep inside himself, and i knew he didn't want me there because he grabs a "Quidditch Through the Ages" and buried his face behind it. Though I was depressed that our first actual conversation since Percy's death was over, I was somewhat relieved, quite frankly I was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, I'm going to go back downstairs now, wanna come?" He shook his head no and I turned towards the door, taking a few steps before looking back. "Hey Ron?"
I received a muffled, "hhmmf?" in reply.
"If you ever want to talk to be, I'll be there for you." With that said, I turned and walked back to the common room. I didn't bring my sweater.
A/N: There ya go. I know it's a short chapter and I'm sorry, I have other things to write about. Any ideas are greatly appreciated and nessesary! Review or E-Mail me please. If I get two reviews I'll write chapter four. Sound good? Let me know it! Haha! Peace & Love!