"Harry! Hey Harry!" Hermione called across the platform as she ran towards
her friend. Her brunette curls blew wildly about and face was flushed red.
She ran up to Harry and threw her arms around him, "It's so good to see
you!" she yelled excitedly.
Harry stepped away from her uneasily, not returning the hug and murmured a
quick "Yeah."
Worriedly, Hermione looked up at him and her eyes swept across his face. His emerald eyes no longer gleamed brightly as they used too. He looked pale and drained and his face no longer glowed with its usual happiness. "Harry, what happened to you?" she gasped and put her hand out to link with his. Harry pulled away from her touch and looked away. Before either could speak, Ron bounded over with a cheerful hello to each of his friends. "Listen, I think I'll sit somewhere else on the train." Harry muttered and then walked quickly away.
Ron turned to Hermione, astonished and angry and growled, "What is wrong with him!"
Hermione looked up worriedly and said, "I don't know."
"Uhhh, should we go after him." Ron asked.
Hermione looked up at Harry's retreating back and shook her head firmly. "Maybe, he just needs some time by himself."
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Harry's need to be by himself lasted a long time. He managed to avoid Hermione and Ron completely between classes and eating time for at least two weeks. No matter, how hard they searched for him, he always seemed to have just left the room. Other's noticed the change in the great Boy-Who- Lived. They commented to each other how weary and old he looked, how he never talked unless absolutely necessary, how the wonderful threesome between him, Ron and Hermione had broken apart. Students and teachers asked Ron and Hermione what was wrong with him but they never had an answer.
One Thursday morning, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast and were delighted to find Harry sitting at the table. He was alone and was sitting away from his fellow Gryffindors but at least he was there. Hermione began to walk across to him but Ron held her back, "Not just yet, Hermione. Let him have his space for a bit longer."
She agreed and they wandered over to the others and sat down to eat and talk. Hermione snuck quick glances at Harry, taking in his stony face and icy body movements. Soon after Harry Potter left the Great Hall.
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A week later, Harry was outside, walking across the Quidditch grounds. The surging wind and wintry cold tore at his body. Harry could feel the faintest drop of water on his skin, as the storm that had been forming for the past few days, began. He wandered about, savouring the green grass, the dark sky and the water that came down harder and faster, each step he took. Soon the rain was at full blast, pouring down on him as he held his arms out, welcoming it. He was in the centre of the field now, letting the rain wash over him. Letting it tear into his skin and crash onto his dark hair. He spun around and watched the droplets fly off his spinning body and plunge effortlessly into the ground.
He stopped spinning to enjoy the droplets fall down on his upturned face and noticed a figure, watching him, just a few metres away. He walked towards to figure and realised it was Draco.
"What the hell are you doing in the rain, Malfoy?" Harry growled.
"Could ask the same to you" Draco responded.
Looking up, Harry's eyes focussed on Draco's messy, blonde hair which was plastered down onto his head. "Aren't you worried you're going to ruin you perfect hair." Harry taunted.
Draco laughed and gazed at Harry. "God, Harry, stop pretending to be someone else. Don't become some idiot who wanders through life! You're better than that. Most of the time you pretend to be the nasty, annoying Harry you're been now but sometimes you aren't. Just before, when you were spinning, that was the real Harry."
Scornfully, Harry replied, "The "real" Harry! Ha! This is me, this is the real Harry. I'll always be this way, this is me!"
Draco stared right into Harry's eyes, enjoying the sensation of the rain on his face, "You're wrong. You can lie to others but don't lie to yourself."
Harry glared angrily at Draco while muttering some unintelligent response. He pulled his robe tighter around his body then stormed off.
Draco dug his hands into his pockets and watched the retreating figure. He shook his head sadly, "He doesn't realise how much he's affecting people. Hurting people. He doesn't realise how much hope he's destroying . He's oblivious."
With these last words to the wind, Draco proceeded to slowly cross the grounds, back to the classrooms and corridors where he was the sneering, sarcastic Slytherin.
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Worriedly, Hermione looked up at him and her eyes swept across his face. His emerald eyes no longer gleamed brightly as they used too. He looked pale and drained and his face no longer glowed with its usual happiness. "Harry, what happened to you?" she gasped and put her hand out to link with his. Harry pulled away from her touch and looked away. Before either could speak, Ron bounded over with a cheerful hello to each of his friends. "Listen, I think I'll sit somewhere else on the train." Harry muttered and then walked quickly away.
Ron turned to Hermione, astonished and angry and growled, "What is wrong with him!"
Hermione looked up worriedly and said, "I don't know."
"Uhhh, should we go after him." Ron asked.
Hermione looked up at Harry's retreating back and shook her head firmly. "Maybe, he just needs some time by himself."
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Harry's need to be by himself lasted a long time. He managed to avoid Hermione and Ron completely between classes and eating time for at least two weeks. No matter, how hard they searched for him, he always seemed to have just left the room. Other's noticed the change in the great Boy-Who- Lived. They commented to each other how weary and old he looked, how he never talked unless absolutely necessary, how the wonderful threesome between him, Ron and Hermione had broken apart. Students and teachers asked Ron and Hermione what was wrong with him but they never had an answer.
One Thursday morning, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast and were delighted to find Harry sitting at the table. He was alone and was sitting away from his fellow Gryffindors but at least he was there. Hermione began to walk across to him but Ron held her back, "Not just yet, Hermione. Let him have his space for a bit longer."
She agreed and they wandered over to the others and sat down to eat and talk. Hermione snuck quick glances at Harry, taking in his stony face and icy body movements. Soon after Harry Potter left the Great Hall.
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A week later, Harry was outside, walking across the Quidditch grounds. The surging wind and wintry cold tore at his body. Harry could feel the faintest drop of water on his skin, as the storm that had been forming for the past few days, began. He wandered about, savouring the green grass, the dark sky and the water that came down harder and faster, each step he took. Soon the rain was at full blast, pouring down on him as he held his arms out, welcoming it. He was in the centre of the field now, letting the rain wash over him. Letting it tear into his skin and crash onto his dark hair. He spun around and watched the droplets fly off his spinning body and plunge effortlessly into the ground.
He stopped spinning to enjoy the droplets fall down on his upturned face and noticed a figure, watching him, just a few metres away. He walked towards to figure and realised it was Draco.
"What the hell are you doing in the rain, Malfoy?" Harry growled.
"Could ask the same to you" Draco responded.
Looking up, Harry's eyes focussed on Draco's messy, blonde hair which was plastered down onto his head. "Aren't you worried you're going to ruin you perfect hair." Harry taunted.
Draco laughed and gazed at Harry. "God, Harry, stop pretending to be someone else. Don't become some idiot who wanders through life! You're better than that. Most of the time you pretend to be the nasty, annoying Harry you're been now but sometimes you aren't. Just before, when you were spinning, that was the real Harry."
Scornfully, Harry replied, "The "real" Harry! Ha! This is me, this is the real Harry. I'll always be this way, this is me!"
Draco stared right into Harry's eyes, enjoying the sensation of the rain on his face, "You're wrong. You can lie to others but don't lie to yourself."
Harry glared angrily at Draco while muttering some unintelligent response. He pulled his robe tighter around his body then stormed off.
Draco dug his hands into his pockets and watched the retreating figure. He shook his head sadly, "He doesn't realise how much he's affecting people. Hurting people. He doesn't realise how much hope he's destroying . He's oblivious."
With these last words to the wind, Draco proceeded to slowly cross the grounds, back to the classrooms and corridors where he was the sneering, sarcastic Slytherin.
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