Chapter 13: Reassurance
Harry sat in bed and stared at the wall. Why was everything in his life a lie? Why had nobody ever told him anything that was going on in their lives? It was like they didn't trust him orsomething? What had he ever done to them? For the first time in his life he contemplated suicide. What would be the difference? The only people he truly cared about either didn't feel the same way about him or had lied to him. Then he thought again to himself, if something had stopped Voldemort from killing him, wouldn't something also stop him from taking his own life? He sighed and turned back over on his side. Also for the first time in his life he hated being who he was, a lousy Gryffindor, but more closely, the boy who lived.
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"Ah! How nice it is for all of you to join me once again!" Professor Trelawney exclaimed as the students filed up the silver ladder and into the room. Usually Harry would have snorted and made some snide comment about how it wasn't really his choice, but today he wasn't feeling like his normal self. He was depressed, and no matter what he did or thought to himself, he couldn't help his eyes from wandering over to Ron, who was now taking a seat at a table with Dean and Seamus, who kept throwing stranges glances between the two of them. The boys had never sat apart, Harry could tell they were thinking, except in the last year when they had been fighting ... Harry could also tell by the looks on the boys faces that they were worried that the arguements had started again.
'If only you knew' Harry thought solemnly to himself, while taking a seat across the room from Ron, all alone. People eyed him strangely. Everyone knew about the Harry/Draco thing... not everybody had known where it had gone of course, but still, no matter what happened, Ron and Harry were inseperable. Ron couldn't be a homophobe?
Harry sighed and took out his divinations book, and looked back up at Professor Trelawney, who was now eyeing the room through her thick spectacles. She was very quiet, especially as her eyes grazed Harry, sitting all alone in the corner. Harry looked back down at his book, pretending to be interested in telling people's futures by their hair or eye color. One portion of the book caught his eye: People with black hair tend to have more troubles in life, than others. 'Wow, wonder how they figured that' Harry thought angrily, snapping his book shut.
"Welecome class, to yet another divinations lesson," Trelawney finally began, after her unnecessarily long appraisal of the class. "Today we will be studying ... "
But Harry didn't listen to anymore, his eyes had once again fallen on Ron. Ron was sniggering over at his table Seamus and Dean, and stopped only when he saw Harry eyeing him. When this happened, he just slightly, face paling, and turned back around, avoiding making anymore eye contact. Harry sat in a daze through the rest of class, wondering only slightly why Trelawney was actually leaving him alone this class. He only pondered this for a short while at the end of class when the bell finally rung to signal their release to lunch. Harry stood up and flung his bag over his shoulder, making a beeline for the trapdoor, aiming to get out before Ron got there, but he heard Trelawney's misty voice calling his name about the crowd.
"Harry Potter!" she called. Harry turned, and took a step backwards, to avoid having a run-in with Parvati and Lavender, who only sniggered slightly while passing him, and hurried along their way, without an apology.
Harry waited until the whole class had left to finally make his way to Trelawney's desk, perferring to be told off (which he was sure was going to happen) alone, instead of in front of a whole class full of suspicious people.
"Hello Harry," Trelawney said mistily, looking up at him, but Harry averted his eyes, looking down into the crystal into which she had just been staring instead. "I noticed Harry, that you don't seem to be taking a particular interest in..." she started to lecture him, with a sudden seriousness in her voice.
But once again Harry wasn't listening to her. He was staring at the crystal ball. He hadn't paid that much attention when they had studied it in their third year, having other things on his mind, but now he was struck by a sudden understanding of it, and it's usefulness. Concentrating, he drowned out old Trelawney's voice and thought only to himself. 'Show me who I'm going to end up with' he thought hard, then thinking that it is best to be polite to anything and everything in the wizarding world, added a quick 'please' to the end. The ball's misty cloud began to swirl quickly, growing darker, and suddenly a light flashed through it. It broke apart just as suddenly, then reformed, squishing together to form a very familiar face. Draco Malfoy smirked back up at him. Harry gasped, and, without understanding why, turned and ran out of the tower, his bag trailing after him. He only heard a snatchet of what Trelawney yelled after him, including the word detention. But once again, he didn't care.
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A/N: I told you I'd get a couple chapters up this time! *smiles happily* My characters (oh sorry *JK Rowling's characters* -- I own nothing!) do seem to run out at the end of every chapter don't they? *shrugs* I'm gonna work on the next chapter when I feel like it (like I told you I'm lazy) but if you can't get enough of me, you can read the other fic I've authored, Just a Game... you might be interested... But now bye! *waves, and disappears*
Harry sat in bed and stared at the wall. Why was everything in his life a lie? Why had nobody ever told him anything that was going on in their lives? It was like they didn't trust him orsomething? What had he ever done to them? For the first time in his life he contemplated suicide. What would be the difference? The only people he truly cared about either didn't feel the same way about him or had lied to him. Then he thought again to himself, if something had stopped Voldemort from killing him, wouldn't something also stop him from taking his own life? He sighed and turned back over on his side. Also for the first time in his life he hated being who he was, a lousy Gryffindor, but more closely, the boy who lived.
* * * *
"Ah! How nice it is for all of you to join me once again!" Professor Trelawney exclaimed as the students filed up the silver ladder and into the room. Usually Harry would have snorted and made some snide comment about how it wasn't really his choice, but today he wasn't feeling like his normal self. He was depressed, and no matter what he did or thought to himself, he couldn't help his eyes from wandering over to Ron, who was now taking a seat at a table with Dean and Seamus, who kept throwing stranges glances between the two of them. The boys had never sat apart, Harry could tell they were thinking, except in the last year when they had been fighting ... Harry could also tell by the looks on the boys faces that they were worried that the arguements had started again.
'If only you knew' Harry thought solemnly to himself, while taking a seat across the room from Ron, all alone. People eyed him strangely. Everyone knew about the Harry/Draco thing... not everybody had known where it had gone of course, but still, no matter what happened, Ron and Harry were inseperable. Ron couldn't be a homophobe?
Harry sighed and took out his divinations book, and looked back up at Professor Trelawney, who was now eyeing the room through her thick spectacles. She was very quiet, especially as her eyes grazed Harry, sitting all alone in the corner. Harry looked back down at his book, pretending to be interested in telling people's futures by their hair or eye color. One portion of the book caught his eye: People with black hair tend to have more troubles in life, than others. 'Wow, wonder how they figured that' Harry thought angrily, snapping his book shut.
"Welecome class, to yet another divinations lesson," Trelawney finally began, after her unnecessarily long appraisal of the class. "Today we will be studying ... "
But Harry didn't listen to anymore, his eyes had once again fallen on Ron. Ron was sniggering over at his table Seamus and Dean, and stopped only when he saw Harry eyeing him. When this happened, he just slightly, face paling, and turned back around, avoiding making anymore eye contact. Harry sat in a daze through the rest of class, wondering only slightly why Trelawney was actually leaving him alone this class. He only pondered this for a short while at the end of class when the bell finally rung to signal their release to lunch. Harry stood up and flung his bag over his shoulder, making a beeline for the trapdoor, aiming to get out before Ron got there, but he heard Trelawney's misty voice calling his name about the crowd.
"Harry Potter!" she called. Harry turned, and took a step backwards, to avoid having a run-in with Parvati and Lavender, who only sniggered slightly while passing him, and hurried along their way, without an apology.
Harry waited until the whole class had left to finally make his way to Trelawney's desk, perferring to be told off (which he was sure was going to happen) alone, instead of in front of a whole class full of suspicious people.
"Hello Harry," Trelawney said mistily, looking up at him, but Harry averted his eyes, looking down into the crystal into which she had just been staring instead. "I noticed Harry, that you don't seem to be taking a particular interest in..." she started to lecture him, with a sudden seriousness in her voice.
But once again Harry wasn't listening to her. He was staring at the crystal ball. He hadn't paid that much attention when they had studied it in their third year, having other things on his mind, but now he was struck by a sudden understanding of it, and it's usefulness. Concentrating, he drowned out old Trelawney's voice and thought only to himself. 'Show me who I'm going to end up with' he thought hard, then thinking that it is best to be polite to anything and everything in the wizarding world, added a quick 'please' to the end. The ball's misty cloud began to swirl quickly, growing darker, and suddenly a light flashed through it. It broke apart just as suddenly, then reformed, squishing together to form a very familiar face. Draco Malfoy smirked back up at him. Harry gasped, and, without understanding why, turned and ran out of the tower, his bag trailing after him. He only heard a snatchet of what Trelawney yelled after him, including the word detention. But once again, he didn't care.
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A/N: I told you I'd get a couple chapters up this time! *smiles happily* My characters (oh sorry *JK Rowling's characters* -- I own nothing!) do seem to run out at the end of every chapter don't they? *shrugs* I'm gonna work on the next chapter when I feel like it (like I told you I'm lazy) but if you can't get enough of me, you can read the other fic I've authored, Just a Game... you might be interested... But now bye! *waves, and disappears*