Chapter 4: Escape the Shadows
by Vahn Thorren and mostly Redhawk!
Disclaimer: They're not mine, but our friend Redhawk is planning Rowling's death as we speak, and then her characters will be ours. So keep up with the patience fans.
Notes: This chapter was written exclusively by our talented sex kitten Redhawk, and I edited cause I'm a satanic control freak who insists upon being call Gdog. Anyway Ron is OOC in this chapter, maybe not so in some peoples opinions. Only because we feel Ron has always been known as one of those poor Weasley kid, that redhead who hangs out with Potter or even just the sidekick to our main character. I mean the emotional strain is enormous! And when Harry tells him what he does, it gives him a way to hurt Harry. To free himself from the label of lapdog and sidekick. Noting GoF, I really felt there was more to his blow up and silent treatment. "Harry Potter always part of the action, the spotlight always on full blast" was the feeling I got and all of these things and the fact it served the story went in to this chapter and Ron's reaction. If you'll note his eagerness to please the chicks he's chatting with and so on. Good night California and all other states im whiich I do not reside.
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(continued from pg. 2) He's Dead?
I stood yesterday with Harry's closest friend Ron Weasley, a redhead and freckled boy of a usually pleasant disposition. He stands, tears in his eyes, comforted by two female companions, He says little, speaking of the good times with Harry. As Ron leaves, the realization of his friends death too much, he adds:
"I just... I just don't know what happened..." The tears freely flowing. He turns once more and flees. The people closest to the deceased, always wondering if there was something they had done, something they could've done to save the ones they loved...
* * *
"Fags are just asking for it, you know" I raise my voice, making sure the Harry hears my every word.
"Wouldn't have happened to him if he would just find a girlfriend like a normal bloke" They giggle, excited by the scandal of insulting the legendary boy who lived, a taste of glory on there lips, an overly dramamtic red. That's all these girls care for, a step outside of their pointless ordinary into something real for even a moment. Worshipping the boy when he first appears, but not hesitating to turncoat as soon as they acquire some reason. Harry walks briskly past me, keeping his head raised in an attempt to look unharmed, a pitiful attempt to reaffirm his confidence, but tears are plainly visible in his good eye, the other too far damaged to even mourn itself
"Don't cry, Potter" I call after him nastily. I regret my words for a moment, thinking of all the times he's stood up for me. But he deserves to cry. He deserves to hurt. I guess I've become quite spiteful. But what sort of person would accuse his own loving godfather of raping him? Just because he decides to be cock sucker and got more than he asked for, how dare he blame Sirius. Of course, nothing will happen to Sirius. He's dead as far as everyone knows. So, not only is the golden boy dirtied and scarred, he's seemingly quite insane. He hasn't breathed a word of accusation since the night he told me. I made sure he wouldn't. Friendship is always a strange thing.
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Harry had been gone for weeks, failing to return to school at the end of winter break. This of course sent the wizarding world in to a frenzy. When he finally came back to Hogwarts, and woke me up in our dormitory ...
"Harry, God, what's wrong?" I jumped in my bed as he staggered in, his eye dripping blood and retinal fluid, scars disfiguring his face "What happened to you?"
He sobbed, collapsing in my arms. I hugged him lightly, uncomfortable at so much contact, part fear of injuring further, part fear of touching him in general, but willing to comfort my best friend.
"S-sirius...he.."
"Sirius? What is it, Harry? What is it?" I held him out from me, shaking him slightly, but his sobs only grew worse.
"He...He... raped me..." I laughed unconsciously. I didn't know it at the time, but he deserved that laugh. I couldn't believe it. The stupid fag, daring to tell me that Sirius would do something like that. He looked up at me, stricken "Its true, Ron, look at me..." He raised a shaking hand to his eye. He looked so frail, fingers trembling, body wracked with sobs.
"Something happened to you Harry, I can see that but I can't believe Sirius would do that-"
"He did Ron..." he leaned closer trying to find something to hold in the darkness of the dorms. I shook my head
"Harry, calm down, explain what happened..."
"I told you, Ron, He raped me! He did..., he-"
"Stop it harry, Sirius is no fag." nasty tone entered my voice, angry that he would keep insisting on that terrible lie, accusing one of the few people who truly cared for him.
"Stop talking like that, you don't know that you're talking about!" he almost said it, the look in his eye's was that of pure terror. He let it slip. I jerked back, shocked by both his tone of voice and what he was admitting. My arms still around him. He leaned forward, planting his split lips, covered with tears and clotting blood, on mine.
"I..., I..., I, huh
"Why won't you believe me..." His unharmed arm wrapping around me, relieved I hadn't rejected him completely. And I stared back, what was doing here? This person, his arm around me, this faggot throwing around accusations like rose petals. No. This person was my friend? In my shocked state I saw, I saw what I what I had to. I feel no remorse. I shoved him away, off my bed. He cried out as he hit the floor, its hard stone jarring half healed wounds and his broken arm.
"How dare you?!" I spat at him in a truly insidious tone. Why is it I feel so..betrayed? His only response was to curl up in a ball, muttering softly. My curiosity getting the better of me, I leaned down next to him in all his filth, to catch the softly and desperately murmured words
"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry I thought you'd understand. I'm sorry,.. I'm sorry, please don't touch me anymore..." I stood up quickly, disgusted, and kicked him hard in the back
"I wouldn't dream of it." Laying back down on my bed and pulling the blankets over me, I closed my eyes to trying to sleep, to figure out what I had just discovered but his sobs kept me awake. He lay there all night, stifling his cries. Those tears brought up so many thoughts and memories in me, but mostly, a cold satisfaction. Tangible and wholly palpable. I was free of all of this.
I was finally out of the shadow of this golden boy.
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Review please! pleeeez c'mon I'm beggin you! Begging! Did I write Ron
OOC ? Well yeah duh! I explained!I'll never say cause....! That's all folks.
by Vahn Thorren and mostly Redhawk!
Disclaimer: They're not mine, but our friend Redhawk is planning Rowling's death as we speak, and then her characters will be ours. So keep up with the patience fans.
Notes: This chapter was written exclusively by our talented sex kitten Redhawk, and I edited cause I'm a satanic control freak who insists upon being call Gdog. Anyway Ron is OOC in this chapter, maybe not so in some peoples opinions. Only because we feel Ron has always been known as one of those poor Weasley kid, that redhead who hangs out with Potter or even just the sidekick to our main character. I mean the emotional strain is enormous! And when Harry tells him what he does, it gives him a way to hurt Harry. To free himself from the label of lapdog and sidekick. Noting GoF, I really felt there was more to his blow up and silent treatment. "Harry Potter always part of the action, the spotlight always on full blast" was the feeling I got and all of these things and the fact it served the story went in to this chapter and Ron's reaction. If you'll note his eagerness to please the chicks he's chatting with and so on. Good night California and all other states im whiich I do not reside.
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(continued from pg. 2) He's Dead?
I stood yesterday with Harry's closest friend Ron Weasley, a redhead and freckled boy of a usually pleasant disposition. He stands, tears in his eyes, comforted by two female companions, He says little, speaking of the good times with Harry. As Ron leaves, the realization of his friends death too much, he adds:
"I just... I just don't know what happened..." The tears freely flowing. He turns once more and flees. The people closest to the deceased, always wondering if there was something they had done, something they could've done to save the ones they loved...
* * *
"Fags are just asking for it, you know" I raise my voice, making sure the Harry hears my every word.
"Wouldn't have happened to him if he would just find a girlfriend like a normal bloke" They giggle, excited by the scandal of insulting the legendary boy who lived, a taste of glory on there lips, an overly dramamtic red. That's all these girls care for, a step outside of their pointless ordinary into something real for even a moment. Worshipping the boy when he first appears, but not hesitating to turncoat as soon as they acquire some reason. Harry walks briskly past me, keeping his head raised in an attempt to look unharmed, a pitiful attempt to reaffirm his confidence, but tears are plainly visible in his good eye, the other too far damaged to even mourn itself
"Don't cry, Potter" I call after him nastily. I regret my words for a moment, thinking of all the times he's stood up for me. But he deserves to cry. He deserves to hurt. I guess I've become quite spiteful. But what sort of person would accuse his own loving godfather of raping him? Just because he decides to be cock sucker and got more than he asked for, how dare he blame Sirius. Of course, nothing will happen to Sirius. He's dead as far as everyone knows. So, not only is the golden boy dirtied and scarred, he's seemingly quite insane. He hasn't breathed a word of accusation since the night he told me. I made sure he wouldn't. Friendship is always a strange thing.
* * *
Harry had been gone for weeks, failing to return to school at the end of winter break. This of course sent the wizarding world in to a frenzy. When he finally came back to Hogwarts, and woke me up in our dormitory ...
"Harry, God, what's wrong?" I jumped in my bed as he staggered in, his eye dripping blood and retinal fluid, scars disfiguring his face "What happened to you?"
He sobbed, collapsing in my arms. I hugged him lightly, uncomfortable at so much contact, part fear of injuring further, part fear of touching him in general, but willing to comfort my best friend.
"S-sirius...he.."
"Sirius? What is it, Harry? What is it?" I held him out from me, shaking him slightly, but his sobs only grew worse.
"He...He... raped me..." I laughed unconsciously. I didn't know it at the time, but he deserved that laugh. I couldn't believe it. The stupid fag, daring to tell me that Sirius would do something like that. He looked up at me, stricken "Its true, Ron, look at me..." He raised a shaking hand to his eye. He looked so frail, fingers trembling, body wracked with sobs.
"Something happened to you Harry, I can see that but I can't believe Sirius would do that-"
"He did Ron..." he leaned closer trying to find something to hold in the darkness of the dorms. I shook my head
"Harry, calm down, explain what happened..."
"I told you, Ron, He raped me! He did..., he-"
"Stop it harry, Sirius is no fag." nasty tone entered my voice, angry that he would keep insisting on that terrible lie, accusing one of the few people who truly cared for him.
"Stop talking like that, you don't know that you're talking about!" he almost said it, the look in his eye's was that of pure terror. He let it slip. I jerked back, shocked by both his tone of voice and what he was admitting. My arms still around him. He leaned forward, planting his split lips, covered with tears and clotting blood, on mine.
"I..., I..., I, huh
"Why won't you believe me..." His unharmed arm wrapping around me, relieved I hadn't rejected him completely. And I stared back, what was doing here? This person, his arm around me, this faggot throwing around accusations like rose petals. No. This person was my friend? In my shocked state I saw, I saw what I what I had to. I feel no remorse. I shoved him away, off my bed. He cried out as he hit the floor, its hard stone jarring half healed wounds and his broken arm.
"How dare you?!" I spat at him in a truly insidious tone. Why is it I feel so..betrayed? His only response was to curl up in a ball, muttering softly. My curiosity getting the better of me, I leaned down next to him in all his filth, to catch the softly and desperately murmured words
"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry I thought you'd understand. I'm sorry,.. I'm sorry, please don't touch me anymore..." I stood up quickly, disgusted, and kicked him hard in the back
"I wouldn't dream of it." Laying back down on my bed and pulling the blankets over me, I closed my eyes to trying to sleep, to figure out what I had just discovered but his sobs kept me awake. He lay there all night, stifling his cries. Those tears brought up so many thoughts and memories in me, but mostly, a cold satisfaction. Tangible and wholly palpable. I was free of all of this.
I was finally out of the shadow of this golden boy.
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Review please! pleeeez c'mon I'm beggin you! Begging! Did I write Ron
OOC ? Well yeah duh! I explained!I'll never say cause....! That's all folks.