Broken Inside
Chapter 5 - Friends for Ever?
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Ron's owl to be totally exact, Pigwidgeon, his little sister, Ginny named him. Pig's claws were attached to a bright red envelope. Harry knew what it was right away, a howler. Pig released the howler from its claws, dropping it right above Harry's bloody bed. Right when it hit the bed one of the doors in the house slam closed with Vernon's aggressive voice echoing after, "You better be good or
"Thank god they are gone," Harry muttered to himself, knowing if Vernon was still here, he would receive a painful punishment. The corners of the howler started to smoke and whistle. "Uh oh it's gonna explode soon."
Harry then closed his bedroom window, and blinds as fast as his injured bdoy could take him. Just after the howler exploded.
"HARRY POTTER! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. NOT REPLING ANY OF OUR LETTERS AND HANGING UP THE BLODDY PHONE, ESPECIALLY ON ME!! I CAN'T TRUST YOU ANYMORE! I'VE READ THE DAILY PROPHET! YOU KILLED CEDRIC DIGGORY! I DON'T BELIEVE A SINGLE WORD WHAT YO SAID. YOU-KNOW-CAME BACK! YOU THINK YOU CAN DENY THIS? JUST BECAUSE YOUR FAMOUS HARRY POTTER!" screamed Hermione Granger's shaky screechy angry voice, but that wasn't all, Ron voice took over, "YOU CALL ANY FRIEND OF MINE! ABSOULTELY NOT, I LIKED THE OLD HARRY, BUT A MURDER FOR A BEST FRIEND ISN'T MY STYLE! KEEP AWAY FROM MY FAMILY. YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS YOU-KNOW-WHO. I'M NOT EVEN GONNA CALL YOU BY YOU FIRST NAME! YOU'RE A DISGRACE. YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU HAVE EVEN BEEN INTO MY HOUSE, MY ROOM. I'VE LET A MURDER INTO MY BLODDY HOUSE! NOW FROM NOW ON YOU ARE OUT OF MY LIFE. YOUY HAVE NO WAY GETTING BACK IN!"
It ended right there. The howler finally stopped smoking. Harry was bewildered, he just couldn't believe a word, a sentence, what two of his best friends just yelled out. It had to be real, it was their voices. Harry was completely positive, it was them. He memorized everything about them, their voices, habits, face expressions, hobbies, favorites, writing habits, just about everything. It wasn't a fake howler from Voldermort. It was true, he never wrote back their letters, when they were terribly worried, but it was for their own good.
Harry leaned against one of his bedroom walls and, slowly slid down. His eyes desperately wanted to start to flood with tears, but Harry had to keep them bottle inside. He remembered what he thought in the bathroom, "14 and 15 years old don't cry." That to Harry was a promise. He wouldn't cry for Ron and Hermione. Why should he?
Harry thought, if they despise him, and if I ignore them, Voldermort wouldn't think I loved them. Of course I still love them. Those two are like my sister and brother. If they ever get hurt, I'll just die. Literally die! So if I ignore them they wouldn't get hurt, I should be grateful.
Harry couldn't still help himself from being ripped apart. They don't even believe him that he didn't kill Cedric, and Voldermort is back. He was completely sure, he saw it from his own eyes. He even helped get him back. Voldermort has his blood, but not freely of course! He wish he could just of told Ron and Hermione that he had to stay far away from them, just for their own safety, but he doubt it would even work.
It's for their own good.Harry thought over and over again till he fell asleep into a frightful nightmare.
*** Here's the next chapter. Whoo.two chapters in 1 week. Pretty good for me you know! Next chapter erm.I better not make any promises cause you know me.can't keep them unfortunately.
And oh yeah! Thanks for the Reviews, I really appreciate them very much.
Laterz
Chapter 5 - Friends for Ever?
***
Ron's owl to be totally exact, Pigwidgeon, his little sister, Ginny named him. Pig's claws were attached to a bright red envelope. Harry knew what it was right away, a howler. Pig released the howler from its claws, dropping it right above Harry's bloody bed. Right when it hit the bed one of the doors in the house slam closed with Vernon's aggressive voice echoing after, "You better be good or
"Thank god they are gone," Harry muttered to himself, knowing if Vernon was still here, he would receive a painful punishment. The corners of the howler started to smoke and whistle. "Uh oh it's gonna explode soon."
Harry then closed his bedroom window, and blinds as fast as his injured bdoy could take him. Just after the howler exploded.
"HARRY POTTER! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU. NOT REPLING ANY OF OUR LETTERS AND HANGING UP THE BLODDY PHONE, ESPECIALLY ON ME!! I CAN'T TRUST YOU ANYMORE! I'VE READ THE DAILY PROPHET! YOU KILLED CEDRIC DIGGORY! I DON'T BELIEVE A SINGLE WORD WHAT YO SAID. YOU-KNOW-CAME BACK! YOU THINK YOU CAN DENY THIS? JUST BECAUSE YOUR FAMOUS HARRY POTTER!" screamed Hermione Granger's shaky screechy angry voice, but that wasn't all, Ron voice took over, "YOU CALL ANY FRIEND OF MINE! ABSOULTELY NOT, I LIKED THE OLD HARRY, BUT A MURDER FOR A BEST FRIEND ISN'T MY STYLE! KEEP AWAY FROM MY FAMILY. YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS YOU-KNOW-WHO. I'M NOT EVEN GONNA CALL YOU BY YOU FIRST NAME! YOU'RE A DISGRACE. YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU HAVE EVEN BEEN INTO MY HOUSE, MY ROOM. I'VE LET A MURDER INTO MY BLODDY HOUSE! NOW FROM NOW ON YOU ARE OUT OF MY LIFE. YOUY HAVE NO WAY GETTING BACK IN!"
It ended right there. The howler finally stopped smoking. Harry was bewildered, he just couldn't believe a word, a sentence, what two of his best friends just yelled out. It had to be real, it was their voices. Harry was completely positive, it was them. He memorized everything about them, their voices, habits, face expressions, hobbies, favorites, writing habits, just about everything. It wasn't a fake howler from Voldermort. It was true, he never wrote back their letters, when they were terribly worried, but it was for their own good.
Harry leaned against one of his bedroom walls and, slowly slid down. His eyes desperately wanted to start to flood with tears, but Harry had to keep them bottle inside. He remembered what he thought in the bathroom, "14 and 15 years old don't cry." That to Harry was a promise. He wouldn't cry for Ron and Hermione. Why should he?
Harry thought, if they despise him, and if I ignore them, Voldermort wouldn't think I loved them. Of course I still love them. Those two are like my sister and brother. If they ever get hurt, I'll just die. Literally die! So if I ignore them they wouldn't get hurt, I should be grateful.
Harry couldn't still help himself from being ripped apart. They don't even believe him that he didn't kill Cedric, and Voldermort is back. He was completely sure, he saw it from his own eyes. He even helped get him back. Voldermort has his blood, but not freely of course! He wish he could just of told Ron and Hermione that he had to stay far away from them, just for their own safety, but he doubt it would even work.
It's for their own good.Harry thought over and over again till he fell asleep into a frightful nightmare.
*** Here's the next chapter. Whoo.two chapters in 1 week. Pretty good for me you know! Next chapter erm.I better not make any promises cause you know me.can't keep them unfortunately.
And oh yeah! Thanks for the Reviews, I really appreciate them very much.
Laterz