Chapter 5: What happened then...
Harry walked slowly towards Peter. Everything he could think of was the thought: 'Kill him and your life will be better...!' His heart was full of hatred, hatred he had never felt before, not even for Lord Voldemort. Everything around him had vanished, the only person left in the room he realised was Peter Pettigrew, looking quite anxious, as he didn' know what this was about to be.... "YOU!" shouted Harry in a very dark and dangerous voice, a voice Ron and Hermione had never heard of him before. "YOU TRAITOR!" he shouted even more angrily, his wand still pointing threateningly at Peter. "YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY PARENTS!" he made another step towards the cause of his bad, parentless life, feeling his heart beating fast in his chest. "NOOOO!" Hermione appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Harry's wand and ran away. Harry fell to the ground. He knew neither where he was, nor what had happened. Half a minute later, remembering what he has been up to, he got up and ran out of the common room, down the stairs, through the Entrance Hall and didn't stop until he was outside the castle, panting. He had to think.
All eyes of the puzzled people back in the common room were pointed at Ron, the only remaining exchange pupil, waiting for an explanation. Ron, puzzled himself, thought about what to tell them and said finally: "Pretty convincing, aren't they? They're both in the theatre club of our school.... You should've seen your faces, too funny...." He, too, left through the portrait hole to look for Harry. He didn't know whether Harry had calmed down and had the strange feeling that instead of that, he was up to nothing good. When he finally found him, leaning against the cold castle walls in a dhadowy corner, he walked up to him, thinking about what to say to him. "Hey, Harry!", he said in an understanding, soft voice, but Harry either didn't hear him or ignored him. Ron sat down next to Harry, looking down at the lawn. "I know this must be very hard for you," Ron tried again "but you cannut change the past. With the loss of Peter, your Mum and Dad might have never fallen in love, and you wouldn't exist." Everything was quiet again. After about a minute, Harry finally said: "I'd rather not exist than living such a life!" He was looking up to the clear, blue sky, his eyes filling with tears. "I know how bad your life was without your parents, and with you having to live with your terrible relatives instead..." "You don't know anything about how it feels to live together with your aunt, uncle and cousin for ten long, terrible years, all of them hating you and treating you like dirt.... You, having grown up with your loving family around...." Harry cried, tears now running down his cheeks. "I know that I will never be able to understand the way you have to feel," Ron was trying to comfort Harry "but you've still got people who care about you: Hermione and me, of course, Sirius, although he cannoth see you as often as he'd like to, Hagrid, Dumbledore, my whole family and all the Griffindors. And not just the people who care about you are worth living, but also the things you do....if you weren't alive, You-know-who would already have beaten us and would rule the world for many years now. You're the one who saved the world from this fate, Harry" Ron didn't know where all these words had come from, but be was happy to see that they worked: Harry stopped crying and started to accept his life again. Both of them were quiet again, just sitting next to each other and looking at the people walking around, when Hermione made her was towards them, looking a bit anxious... "It's alright, come here!" Ron said. Obviously relieved, she handed Harry back his wand. "How're you feeling?" She asked him, a hand on his shoulder to cheer him up. "I was just pissed off by this damned Peter Pettigrew...and still am." Harry tried to avoid more tears. "Pure anger was controlling me, you know..." The truth was: It wasn't just anger...he was still convinced that he wanted to kill Peter - of course he wouldn't, but he still wanted to. Harry just didn't want to hear those comforting words once more, especially not from a girl! Although he knew everyone would tell him there was no reason of being ashamed, he WAS ashamed of his feelings, for a "real man" doesn't have any feelings, or is at least able to controle them better than he did.
Having them comvinced of his mental health, they headed for the Great Hall for dinner. Again, Harry was sitting opposite to his mother, who was looking at him with such a beautiful smile he had never seen before, suppressing the anger which rose slowly insinde him. "Wow, you and Hermione are great actors!" she said, admiring him. "I bet you always play the leading part in your school..." Harry turned around, but Lily definately meant him. Confused, he looked at Ron, who sat next to him. Ron just smiled helplessly back at Harry, and patting him on the back, he whispered: "I'll explain it later..."
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I'm sorry this is such a short chapter in which there's not much happening, but I needed to get out of that situation. I promise there will more be happening in the next one, I already got plans....
Thanx for reading, review, please....
Beatty
Harry walked slowly towards Peter. Everything he could think of was the thought: 'Kill him and your life will be better...!' His heart was full of hatred, hatred he had never felt before, not even for Lord Voldemort. Everything around him had vanished, the only person left in the room he realised was Peter Pettigrew, looking quite anxious, as he didn' know what this was about to be.... "YOU!" shouted Harry in a very dark and dangerous voice, a voice Ron and Hermione had never heard of him before. "YOU TRAITOR!" he shouted even more angrily, his wand still pointing threateningly at Peter. "YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY PARENTS!" he made another step towards the cause of his bad, parentless life, feeling his heart beating fast in his chest. "NOOOO!" Hermione appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Harry's wand and ran away. Harry fell to the ground. He knew neither where he was, nor what had happened. Half a minute later, remembering what he has been up to, he got up and ran out of the common room, down the stairs, through the Entrance Hall and didn't stop until he was outside the castle, panting. He had to think.
All eyes of the puzzled people back in the common room were pointed at Ron, the only remaining exchange pupil, waiting for an explanation. Ron, puzzled himself, thought about what to tell them and said finally: "Pretty convincing, aren't they? They're both in the theatre club of our school.... You should've seen your faces, too funny...." He, too, left through the portrait hole to look for Harry. He didn't know whether Harry had calmed down and had the strange feeling that instead of that, he was up to nothing good. When he finally found him, leaning against the cold castle walls in a dhadowy corner, he walked up to him, thinking about what to say to him. "Hey, Harry!", he said in an understanding, soft voice, but Harry either didn't hear him or ignored him. Ron sat down next to Harry, looking down at the lawn. "I know this must be very hard for you," Ron tried again "but you cannut change the past. With the loss of Peter, your Mum and Dad might have never fallen in love, and you wouldn't exist." Everything was quiet again. After about a minute, Harry finally said: "I'd rather not exist than living such a life!" He was looking up to the clear, blue sky, his eyes filling with tears. "I know how bad your life was without your parents, and with you having to live with your terrible relatives instead..." "You don't know anything about how it feels to live together with your aunt, uncle and cousin for ten long, terrible years, all of them hating you and treating you like dirt.... You, having grown up with your loving family around...." Harry cried, tears now running down his cheeks. "I know that I will never be able to understand the way you have to feel," Ron was trying to comfort Harry "but you've still got people who care about you: Hermione and me, of course, Sirius, although he cannoth see you as often as he'd like to, Hagrid, Dumbledore, my whole family and all the Griffindors. And not just the people who care about you are worth living, but also the things you do....if you weren't alive, You-know-who would already have beaten us and would rule the world for many years now. You're the one who saved the world from this fate, Harry" Ron didn't know where all these words had come from, but be was happy to see that they worked: Harry stopped crying and started to accept his life again. Both of them were quiet again, just sitting next to each other and looking at the people walking around, when Hermione made her was towards them, looking a bit anxious... "It's alright, come here!" Ron said. Obviously relieved, she handed Harry back his wand. "How're you feeling?" She asked him, a hand on his shoulder to cheer him up. "I was just pissed off by this damned Peter Pettigrew...and still am." Harry tried to avoid more tears. "Pure anger was controlling me, you know..." The truth was: It wasn't just anger...he was still convinced that he wanted to kill Peter - of course he wouldn't, but he still wanted to. Harry just didn't want to hear those comforting words once more, especially not from a girl! Although he knew everyone would tell him there was no reason of being ashamed, he WAS ashamed of his feelings, for a "real man" doesn't have any feelings, or is at least able to controle them better than he did.
Having them comvinced of his mental health, they headed for the Great Hall for dinner. Again, Harry was sitting opposite to his mother, who was looking at him with such a beautiful smile he had never seen before, suppressing the anger which rose slowly insinde him. "Wow, you and Hermione are great actors!" she said, admiring him. "I bet you always play the leading part in your school..." Harry turned around, but Lily definately meant him. Confused, he looked at Ron, who sat next to him. Ron just smiled helplessly back at Harry, and patting him on the back, he whispered: "I'll explain it later..."
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I'm sorry this is such a short chapter in which there's not much happening, but I needed to get out of that situation. I promise there will more be happening in the next one, I already got plans....
Thanx for reading, review, please....
Beatty