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A/N: OMG! I went logged in to see how many reviews I had, clicked on it to find that I had 21! Then I clicked on the Just-In. Then I remembered that I wanted to do something to my profile, and I logged back in, and I found out that in three minutes, I had another review and was on another persons favorite author's list. You don't know how happy this makes me...::starts crying again and Jed comes to the rescue.::
Jedi: In this chapter you will get an overly-emotional Harry.
Family Portrait
Chapter Five: Emotions
J-Chan
When Harry didn't show up to class the next day, I wasn't real worried. Nor was I the next day. However, when it had been three days and he was a no show, I had to do something.
"Ron, where is Harry?" I asked after taking roll call. Ron looked at Hermione, and then back at me.
"In the common room." He said, and everyone else shook their head. I used my hand to wipe my face before asking why.
"I don't know. Every time me or Hermione ask him about it, he'll start crying or throwing things. He was really upset a few days ago." Ron said, and Seamus Finnigan shook his head as.
"Yeah, he came into our dorm really late at night, crying. Any time we asked about it, he would grab something and throw it out the window. He wouldn't even answer his owls." Another kid, Lavender Brown, started on where Seamus went off.
"Didn't come to breakfast either, or any other class."
"I heard Angelina Johnson say that he's skipped Quidditch practice too."
"He's been really pale. I think he's sick."
"Or maybe someone died? He's really sad, though." The class became an uproar. None of them had ever seen Harry like this before. I hadn't either, but I reckon he had been angry and sad before. Having a wizard who was sad/mad was dangerous, especially when they couldn't control their anger. Things...happen when a wizard is scared. They become more powerful than they ought, which might be how Tom became so powerful. It has something to do with the way they think. They become so mad that impossibility becomes a fantasy, and nothing can stop them. It's bad for their health. However, I was too busy noticing that the fact that he didn't tell his friends.
"You mean he didn't tell you what was wrong?" I asked, and Ron gave me a suspicious look. Hermione gave away the same glare, as if I did something.
"No...Do you know?" Ron smarted off, and his eyes never left mine. I couldn't help it, I had to snap back.
"Yes, actually, I do. I can't believe he didn't tell you, though. I was for sure he would...But then again, that really is his business whether he would tell you or not. Still, it's best I go talk to him. Do you think I'll get in trouble for leaving all of you hooligans on your own?" I asked, and Ron's mouth dropped.
"How can you know?" He said, and I smiled. I think he was still getting over the shock that there was a secret Harry had that he hadn't told Ron about.
"I have my ways, Weasley. Now, class, work on your reports for Professor Binns while I'm gone. I'll be back soon, hopefully. I just hope Harry hasn't done anything drastic..." I said, grabbing my wand and walking out the door. Before I left, though, I heard Ron say something.
"He doesn't even know the password to get to the common room..."
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"Harry?" I asked. The door shut swiftly behind me, letting a cool, wintery breeze in the fifth year Gryffindor boys dorms. (That's a mouthful.) He didn't even notice that I was in the room. He just sat there, quiet and calm like a mouse, hugging his knees gently, his head resting noiselessly on his knees. I walked over to him, and I sat beside him, placing my arm around his. He still seemed fazed, though he wasn't crying. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he spoke.
"It's cold." Gee, wasn't interesting? I wrapped my arm around him tightly.
"It gets that way in November." I said, and he looked my way, noticing me for the first time. He didn't look for long, though. Before I knew it, his head was on his knees again.
"Look, Harry. I realize your mad at me, but you've got to believe me...I didn't know..."
"...Do you know what I see every time I get near a Dementor?" He said, interrupting me harshly. He still wouldn't look at me, but at least he was talking to me.
"I see my mum. And I see her die. Over. And over. And over again. If I'm around the Dementor long enough, I'll see my dad. Do you know what it's like to see your parents die over and over again?" I shook my head no. "Do you know what's worse? One of their best friends betrayed them, and his own fricken father helped kill him as well. Do you know how that feels, Richard? That hurts, dammit, it hurts. And..." He bursted into tears, leaning in on me. I guess I could have been Snape and he still would have leaned on me. I wrapped both arms around him, embracing him in a hug. Overly emotional...happened a lot after the Deciess spell. One of the side effects, actually.
"Shh...It'll be alright. I promise...I won't kill you." I whispered over and over, not really saying it to him, really, but to myself. I carelessly rubbed my hand in his hair, letting him cry. It was a minute or two before he let go of me.
"Please, Richard...Granddad...please, come..." He started to stutter, wiping his eyes. He started to speak again. "Please, come back...a-away from V-Voldemort..." He started to cry again, jumping into my arms once more. I rubbed his head, wiping his eyes with my finger.
"It's not that simple, Harry. If only you could see it through my side. I can't turn against Voldemort, he's my best friend. He has been for years. I wish that you would just...accept the facts." He looked at me, threateningly.
"But...If...if it means I'll have you, then I guess I could try..."His eyes glowed with happiness.
"Oh Grandpa!" He screamed, jumping into my arms, embracing me in a large hug. For the first time in a long time, I was truly happy.
A/N: This is not the end! There will be more, I tell you!