A/N: Ah, hi? OK, OK. I know. My chapters are really short and they take a while to come out.......Sorry?? Really, I mean I never expected this to take so long. But I'm writing a story(A REAL ONE!!!) like, with my own characters, plot, and stuff. So I've been working on that and it's hard to do school, this story, and my other story, and then the my own story I'm working on....ugh, yeah. I know that's not a great excuse, but it's all I got...I'm really sorry! But enjoy this chapter... I kinda like it....It's got more of Ron and Hermoine and Ginny then Harry. And review when your done, please??? They get chapters out sooner. :)
"You killed me, Harry. And after everything I did. I thought we were finally becoming friends," those gray eyes stared at him, the way they had looked when he had been killed, cold and lifeless. Harry shuddered.
"I'm so sorry-" he cried but Cedric only laughed. The laugh was cold and hard, the same as Voldermont's. And soon, the body of Cedric turned into Voldermont who grabbed Harry around the neck.
" It won't be long, Potter, before another dies at your hands."
Harry bolted upright, his breathing heavy and sweat beading down his face. He looked around the room, his green eyes startled and scared. He looked at the sleeping form of Ron who was snoring slightly. He sighed and dragged his limp body down the stairs to the kitchen.
He went down slowly in fear of someone else being up and asking why he was awake. Then they'd drag him into telling them the dream and then they'd all be more worried about him.
He could take care of himself. He didn't need someone breathing down his back all the time telling him he needed to do something.
He collapsed into a kitchen chair after grabbing a glass of water. He stared at the glass for a while, just thinking. Mostly about the dream.
"Cedric's right," he said quietly to himself, "I did kill him." Harry felt his body contract violently with a sob. A small tear fell down his cheek.
He didn't know how long he sat there, sobbing, but what he did know, was he heard somebody coming down the stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Earlier that day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hermoine?" a soft knock rung on the door. He could hear soft sobs coming from inside and he opened the door cautiously.
Ron stepped inside the room to see Ginny and Hermoine both red and puffy eyed. He let a small smile leave his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.
They both looked at him expectantly, waiting for his reason for being here. He walked over to them and sat next to Ginny on her bed.
"I wanted to sat sorry for yelling earlier," he said quietly. Hermoine's eyebrows shot up so fast that he was sure they were going to disappear altogether. She was surprised he was apologizing; they always fought, but never apologized.
"I was being stupid," he added. "I should have been more concerned for Harry. I just let my anger get to me." He sighed heavily. How could he explain this?
"You'd think that if he was getting hurt he'd tell someone, you know? I mean, sure, he's talked about his uncle not really caring, but- I mean, I never expected this- he never mentioned getting beat up-" Ron let out a sob. Ginny quickly held him in a hug. He straightened back up.
"I should have figured it out," he said quietly. Hermoine, who had been silent walked over to Ron.
"We can't fight right now," she said softly. She looked straight into his eyes, hers gleaming unnaturally. "Harry needs us to be there for him."
Ron looked at Hermoine strangely.
"You know, I always dreamed of being him," he's eyes glazed over for a second before he shook his head furiously.
"I was too caught up in myself and too jealous of him to realize that he might be a hero, but he's also still 15. All I knew was that he was getting all the attention I craved and he didn't appreciate it. I got so mad that he was always in he spotlight. Why couldn't I take my eyes off myself for one minute and see the hurt he always carried with him?" Ron stood up angrily.
"If I wasn't so stupid Harry might not have had to have gone through this. I could have stopped it if I had asked him more about his uncle," Ron pounded the wall in anger, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Hermoine walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you think Harry's been abused more then just this summer?" she asked cautiously. Ron looked at her startled and pulled away from her hand.
"He's never told me," he said faintly. Hermoine started to shake and she walked towards the bed to sit down. Ron was glaring out the window and Ginny watching them silently, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
"Oh, gosh," she said quietly and Ron looked over at her half curiously half concerned. "Ron, what if all this time his uncle has been hitting him? What if it wasn't just this summer?" Ginny looked extremely startled.
"Don't you think he would have told us though?" Hermoine shrugged weakly and Ron only grunted.
"Knowing Harry, he's probably been dealing with this for awhile. If he thought it would protect us, he won't tell us," Ron answered flatly. Hermoine made a noise of protest.
"But Ron, what if he didn't tell us because he thought we should have figured it out already?" Ron's face turned red.
"So, he didn't tell us because he thought we already knew? He thought we'd actually leave him in that house to get beat up and practically killed? What was he thinking?" His face was bright red and his eyes practically burning with anger.
"His uncle probably made it seem more like that then he'd actually think himself, does that make sense?" Ron stared at her blankly and she sighed.
"Remember how we saw his memories? Remember how we could see the way his uncle talked to him?" Ron and Ginny nodded. "What if all the things his uncle said about us not caring made him actually think that?" Ginny stood up and walked to the window to stand beside her brother.
"He doesn't blame either of you," she said quietly. They both looked at her with expressions of unbelief on their faces.
"Harry would never blame either of you for what his uncle did to him," she caught Ron's eyes and stared at him. "He might have gotten mad that you didn't figure it out, but Harry would never blame you. He hardly blames anyone for anything, let alone his friends," Ginny turned around to face Hermoine who was staring at her hands quietly.
"You're probably right, Gin," Hermoine said in a soft whisper so that hardly either could hear. She lifted her tear stained face upwards.
"But I knew Harry was getting hurt by his uncle since the beginning of the summer."
A/N: Hmm.......That's all I'm gonna say. :) Oh, and if any of you read this and think I should do a story on Lily's life, tell me in your review. Otherwise I'll just leave it.
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"You killed me, Harry. And after everything I did. I thought we were finally becoming friends," those gray eyes stared at him, the way they had looked when he had been killed, cold and lifeless. Harry shuddered.
"I'm so sorry-" he cried but Cedric only laughed. The laugh was cold and hard, the same as Voldermont's. And soon, the body of Cedric turned into Voldermont who grabbed Harry around the neck.
" It won't be long, Potter, before another dies at your hands."
Harry bolted upright, his breathing heavy and sweat beading down his face. He looked around the room, his green eyes startled and scared. He looked at the sleeping form of Ron who was snoring slightly. He sighed and dragged his limp body down the stairs to the kitchen.
He went down slowly in fear of someone else being up and asking why he was awake. Then they'd drag him into telling them the dream and then they'd all be more worried about him.
He could take care of himself. He didn't need someone breathing down his back all the time telling him he needed to do something.
He collapsed into a kitchen chair after grabbing a glass of water. He stared at the glass for a while, just thinking. Mostly about the dream.
"Cedric's right," he said quietly to himself, "I did kill him." Harry felt his body contract violently with a sob. A small tear fell down his cheek.
He didn't know how long he sat there, sobbing, but what he did know, was he heard somebody coming down the stairs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Earlier that day ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hermoine?" a soft knock rung on the door. He could hear soft sobs coming from inside and he opened the door cautiously.
Ron stepped inside the room to see Ginny and Hermoine both red and puffy eyed. He let a small smile leave his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.
They both looked at him expectantly, waiting for his reason for being here. He walked over to them and sat next to Ginny on her bed.
"I wanted to sat sorry for yelling earlier," he said quietly. Hermoine's eyebrows shot up so fast that he was sure they were going to disappear altogether. She was surprised he was apologizing; they always fought, but never apologized.
"I was being stupid," he added. "I should have been more concerned for Harry. I just let my anger get to me." He sighed heavily. How could he explain this?
"You'd think that if he was getting hurt he'd tell someone, you know? I mean, sure, he's talked about his uncle not really caring, but- I mean, I never expected this- he never mentioned getting beat up-" Ron let out a sob. Ginny quickly held him in a hug. He straightened back up.
"I should have figured it out," he said quietly. Hermoine, who had been silent walked over to Ron.
"We can't fight right now," she said softly. She looked straight into his eyes, hers gleaming unnaturally. "Harry needs us to be there for him."
Ron looked at Hermoine strangely.
"You know, I always dreamed of being him," he's eyes glazed over for a second before he shook his head furiously.
"I was too caught up in myself and too jealous of him to realize that he might be a hero, but he's also still 15. All I knew was that he was getting all the attention I craved and he didn't appreciate it. I got so mad that he was always in he spotlight. Why couldn't I take my eyes off myself for one minute and see the hurt he always carried with him?" Ron stood up angrily.
"If I wasn't so stupid Harry might not have had to have gone through this. I could have stopped it if I had asked him more about his uncle," Ron pounded the wall in anger, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Hermoine walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Do you think Harry's been abused more then just this summer?" she asked cautiously. Ron looked at her startled and pulled away from her hand.
"He's never told me," he said faintly. Hermoine started to shake and she walked towards the bed to sit down. Ron was glaring out the window and Ginny watching them silently, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
"Oh, gosh," she said quietly and Ron looked over at her half curiously half concerned. "Ron, what if all this time his uncle has been hitting him? What if it wasn't just this summer?" Ginny looked extremely startled.
"Don't you think he would have told us though?" Hermoine shrugged weakly and Ron only grunted.
"Knowing Harry, he's probably been dealing with this for awhile. If he thought it would protect us, he won't tell us," Ron answered flatly. Hermoine made a noise of protest.
"But Ron, what if he didn't tell us because he thought we should have figured it out already?" Ron's face turned red.
"So, he didn't tell us because he thought we already knew? He thought we'd actually leave him in that house to get beat up and practically killed? What was he thinking?" His face was bright red and his eyes practically burning with anger.
"His uncle probably made it seem more like that then he'd actually think himself, does that make sense?" Ron stared at her blankly and she sighed.
"Remember how we saw his memories? Remember how we could see the way his uncle talked to him?" Ron and Ginny nodded. "What if all the things his uncle said about us not caring made him actually think that?" Ginny stood up and walked to the window to stand beside her brother.
"He doesn't blame either of you," she said quietly. They both looked at her with expressions of unbelief on their faces.
"Harry would never blame either of you for what his uncle did to him," she caught Ron's eyes and stared at him. "He might have gotten mad that you didn't figure it out, but Harry would never blame you. He hardly blames anyone for anything, let alone his friends," Ginny turned around to face Hermoine who was staring at her hands quietly.
"You're probably right, Gin," Hermoine said in a soft whisper so that hardly either could hear. She lifted her tear stained face upwards.
"But I knew Harry was getting hurt by his uncle since the beginning of the summer."
A/N: Hmm.......That's all I'm gonna say. :) Oh, and if any of you read this and think I should do a story on Lily's life, tell me in your review. Otherwise I'll just leave it.
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Gratzi to the following:
shdurrani: LOL. I know, Harry's got to get better. He's one of my fav. characters. Hehe. Thanks
Ashes: Thanks so much!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
weird: I know. :ducks from stuff being thrown at her: it's short again....And I'm sorry. I'll really try to get the next chapter out sooner....and maybe longer.... thanks for reviewing!
animalcrazy10102: thanks!! and i'll try to update soon again....
To the rest of ya: PLEASE REVIEW!