Well here's chapter 10 hope you enjoy and thanks to all my fantastical
reviewers! You all rule!
Sinbad-Rulz: Was it sad, aaawwww thanks! This chapters sad too! Please don't inflict more pain upon yourself and cola, find some tissues! Ak! how could you reveal my true identity, I hate my middle name! Evil child, I'll get you for this, I wish you had a crappy middle name. *wanders off muttering evil schemes to get revenge on you*
Suzy: You're my best mate I have to like you the best, not that your reviews aren't great! I'm about to go review your fic even though I helped write it! Does anyone have a problem with that!
Laceyj: I have everything worked out, don't worry they will both go to the lake! Oops! I shouldn't of said that. forget I said anything! Oh just read the chapter! Hope you like it!
Ghetx2o: thanks for your usual fantastic review! If only I could thank you enough. I'm so glad you love this so much you rule! I'm making the chapters longer all the time, I'll try to keep making them longer but only cos you're a great reviewer! You're sooooooooooooooooo kind.
TheLaguna: He's not depressed for no reason. His best friends don't seem to give a damn about him and he doesn't have the guts to admit his feelings to the girl he loves. I think he has a right to be depressed. Anyway hope you like this chapter, keep reading!
Indigal: Melodramatic, I'm not used to these long old-fangled words. Ahem er anyway Cho's note will be back, don't worry Harry will get it.
MatrixGirl12: You really love it aaaaawwwww thank you. If only your kindness was everywhere. I hope you keep reading this.
Candle in the wind: I'm not bothered if you don't answer. I wouldn't have really wanted to post a chapter like that cos this is a romance not a humour. And no offence but that was a kinda retarded idea! Anyway thanks for reviewing I'm glad you like it!
PeZ-YUaN: Harsh....no not harsh. Actually yeh it was very evil! Damn Hermione dam Ron. Who said they'd been drinking Butterbeer. Just cos Ron was holding one then doesn't mean that's all the had. MWAHAHAHAHA!
Erika: Yeh poor Harry, everything will be alright don't cry. *gives you a box of tissues* Hope you like this chapter. I've decided it'll definitely be chapter 12 when Harry confesses to Cho. I'll try and get the chapters up quicker. I'm glad you like it so much your one of my greatest reviewers.
JkReviewer: Hermione and Ron obviously don't care about him that much if they'd rather kiss each other than try and say sorry or something. But thanks for reviewing anyway and I guess your entitled to your own opinion.
Slate07: The chapters aren't that short. I can't help writing short chapters. I'm glad you're still reading this, is it really slow. Sorry I was trying to make it a bit more interesting. But if that's what you think there's only gonna be 2 more chapters anyway.
Rivers: aaaawwww your one of best reviewers, I can't believe you're a college student and out of the thousands of fics on this site, one of the ones you chose to read is mine. You're so nice, you are a truly nice person. Your encouragement is great thank you for all your support. (did that sound to cheesy sorry if I'm sickening) P.S. I'm only 13 so to have may fic read by a college student and told it's great is so great to hear.
I haven't had any flames! (well not really anyway) That is so weird how can so many people read this and actually like it! Thank you again to all my faithful, brilliant, fantastical, amazing, wonderful, magnificent, super and astonishing reviewers! *hugz you all*
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Chapter 10:
At first Harry didn't realise the very small owl that flew down on to the grass beside him. I hooted quietly and comfortingly, it was a nice sound to Harry, he calmed him slightly, enough to look up from his misery and notice the owl sitting by him with a letter on its leg.
Harry knew exactly who the letter was from even without reading it. He only ever got letters from one person anyway. He hadn't really expected a reply so soon. Harry didn't really know if he wanted to read it, it would only show how much she really didn't care about meeting him or not.
In spite of these thoughts, Harry reached out, took the letter, opened it and read it.
Harry didn't know whether to be shocked or happy. She was begging to meet him. He noticed her handwriting was shaky, not like her usual perfectly printed letters. Harry had to read the letter several more times for it to really sink in, He was still thinking about Ron and Hermione for anything to really make any sense.
Harry hadn't the faintest idea what to say to Cho, it seemed trivial and unimportant now, nothing mattered any more except what he'd just seen in the common room.
It struck him how over the top and childish he'd been about this. He was 16 years old and he couldn't walk up to a girl and ask them out. Why have been so stupid about this. Losing your two best friends then catching them kissing on Christmas Eve was really put stuff in perspective for Harry.
Cho was just a girl, true he loved her which made her more intimidating but she could never mean more to him than Ron and Hermione.
He shock himself away from his thoughts and looked and Cho's letter again. He wanted to write a reply saying he'd meet her tomorrow at the ball before he changed his mind. but he had nothing to write with or write on.
He dug his hands into his pockets, not knowing what he could find inside them to write with, but he wasn't prepared to go back up to the party and through the common room to find a quill.
Harry brought out his hands from his pockets. In one hand he had sweet wrappers and 3 Knuts, in his other hand there was more wrappers 5 Knuts and to his surprise and cheap muggle biro pen.
Harry briefly wondered why the hell he was carrying a muggle biro around with him but shrugged it off and reached for Cho's letter. Turning it over he scribbled a quick reply and sent it off with the owl that was still sat next to him on the cold grass.
For the first time in a long time he felt no regrets as he watched the owl fly away into the cold, winter darkness.
Harry picked up a stone from the shore of the lake and stood up suddenly feeling much happier about himself. He through the stone into the lake, watching it skim 5 or 6 times across the black waters. He was about to turn around and go back up to the common room, feeling as if even if Hermione and Ron were still at the party he could handle it.
But then he heard something that made his heart sink yet boil with anger at the same time.
"Harry," said a voice in the shadows, it was a voice Harry knew so well yet couldn't stand to hear. It was Ron.
"Harry," he said again, and Harry heard Ron take a few steps towards where he was standing. Harry slowly turned around to face him. Ron's hair was sticking up on end. He had obviously run his hands through it several times. His eyes were looking straight into Harry's, he looked tired, worried and pleading.
The two boys stood staring into each others eyes for what seemed like an age, neither wanted to say anything. Harry had a strong urge to throw the stone he was holding at Ron's head and run off. But that was the cowards way out, he wanted to know what the stupid bastard had to say for himself!
"Harry," Ron said for the third time, Harry suppressed another urge to pass a snide comment. Instead he settled for unnerving Ron by not moving and letting his bright green eyes bore into him. Harry's face was expressionless and his body language expressed no emotion or feelings.
"Harry, I...er...need to....er.....talk to you," Ron said, finally string a few words together. Still Harry didn't move or say anything. Ron shuffled his feet. Harry almost wanted to smile, he was in control of this, Ron couldn't make Harry do anything, Harry was the one with the right to do anything. Yell at Ron, throw things at Ron, hit Ron, run away from Ron, say anything to Ron, even forgive Ron.
"I know...I've been....well....I've been a loser," Ron continued, still nothing from Harry, movement or speech.
"I'm......I'm......I'm sorry" Ron said, this was costing every bit of his determination to keep talking.
"I don't know what to say," Ron dropped his head and shuffled his feet. Still Harry chose not to speak. Ron didn't know what to say next, he had obviously planned on a response from Harry by now.
"I know I've been a complete jerk and...and.....you have every right to be angry...." Ron trailed off. They stood in silence for several moments before Harry eventually chose his time to speak.
"Where's Hermione?" He asked. Ron looked taken aback by this question, he had obviously expected, Harry to get angry and yell at him. Instead Harry's voice, like his face, showed no feeling or emotion.
"She's......er........in the common room," Ron said shakily "er....why?" To be honest Harry had no idea why he said that. It just sort of slipped out. His heart was pounding in his chest. What could he say now. He decided to get away from it by asking another question.
"Why'd you do it?" Harry asked, careful to hold his voice steady and expressionless. He wasn't giving anything away to Ron. He was in control, he didn't want to lose that advantage.
"I dunno," Ron mumbled staring at his feet. "I was kinda drunk, it was a mistake, sorry" Ron didn't still look up. Harry's heart felt like it might explode in his chest. He was full of anger, hatred, pain and sorrow.
"You don't care, you don't care at all, stop saying sorry because you really couldn't give a damn really," Harry was still managing to keep his voice steady and quiet, but his insides were swirling with anger. He wanted to scream at Ron, show him how much hatred he felt for him at the moment.
"Harry I do care, we both do, I'm so sorry, why else would I be here saying this," Ron said looking up from the ground.
"So you and Hermione can have a free conscience, so that when you go back up to the common room you can say that at least you tried to apologize, so that you can't be classed as heartless and uncaring because it wasn't your fault. You tried to be friends again but I wouldn't let you." Harry knew in his heart that Ron and Hermione did care. He'd never seen Ron look so sorry, he really did mean it.
"No!" Ron almost shouted, as if desperate for Harry to believe him. "No Harry, we really care, we're both so sorry, I wish I could do something else than say sorry," Harry could see how much Ron meant this, it was in his eyes, he really wanted Harry to believe him. Harry did believe him, but there was too much hate rushing through his veins to just accept this and go back to how they had been.
"Harry you're my best mate, I couldn't just ignore you for the rest of my life," Ron's voice pleaded with Harry. Harry couldn't keep his anger inside him any more.
"Well you and Hermione were doing a pretty good impression of it before!" Harry yelled his eyes boring into Ron. "How am I supposed to believe you! If you really cared, shouldn't you have tried to apologize as soon as we fell out!"
"Harry I'm really sorry, I was scared, I didn't know this was going to happen. Everything was a mista-"
"OH YEH IT'S ALWAYS JUST A MISTAKE, BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL! IT COULD NEVER BE PERFECT PREFECT RON'S FAULT!" Harry was bursting with anger for Ron now. He gripped the stone in his hand tighter. He had and overpowering urge to through it at Ron.
"It was my fault Harry, I know I shouldn't have kissed Hermione," Ron said.
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU WANT TO KISS HERMIONE, THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT YOU KISSING BLOODY HERMIONE!" Harry screamed, "THISIS ABOUT YOU READING MY LETTERS, INVADING MY PRIVATE STUFF, AND THEN HAVING THE NERVE TO JUST ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED!" Harry couldn't stop himself anymore, all his feelings of pain and anger that had built up over the past few days were all pouring out of him. Harry was no longer thinking about what he was saying.
"Harry I don't know what to say, it wasn't even my idea, Hermione suggested it," Ron knew this was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words had left his mouth.
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN, BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE, WELL I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD SMOOTH THINGS OVER JUST BY COMING DOWN HERE AND SAYING SORRY! SORRY DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING, ANYONE CAN SORRY!" Harry clenched his fist even tighter around the stone in his hand, fighting every urge not to through at Ron with all his strength and knock his head off.
"Harry please believe me, what else can I say," Ron whimpered.
"LISTEN TO WHAT! MORE EXCUSES ABOUT WHY YOU BETRAYED ME, MORE REASONS WHY IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT. THERE'S NOTHING ELSE YOU CAN SAY THAT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE! WHY DON'T YOU JUST PISS OFF! GO SNOG HERMIONE!" Harry knew these words were hurting Ron, he felt a small glow of satisfaction. Ron was starting to realise this was hopeless.
"FINE!" Ron yelled but Harry could the quiver in his voice. Ron turned to towards the castle. "You're the one who'll have no friends to hang around with tomorrow on Christmas day," Ron was trying to preserve some of his dignity, but Harry could still hear a waver in his voice. Ron sounded like he was biting back tears.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW I'LL BE ALONE, A LOT OF PEOPLE FEEL SORRY FOR ME, SINCE MY TWO BITCHY FRIENDS BETRAYEDME!" Harry yelled and found he was also fighting back hot tears of rage. "JUST PISS OFF!" And with that Ron ran, he ran out of Harry's sight and back into the castle.
Harry screamed into the night air and through the stone in his hand into the lake with all his might. He collapsed to his knees on the banks and let the hot tears of rage fall to the ground. Every fibre of his body was shaking. He could have screamed out at the darkness all night and sobbed until the sun rose.
Instead he just sat on the lakes edge, letting all his thoughts rush through his brain. It was time like these Harry needed a Pensive, he felt like his head may explode with the amount of stuff whirring around his brain.
He had no idea what to do now. He couldn't sit there all night, but he didn't feel like facing anyone by going back up to the Gryffindor common room. He wanted someone to come to him, to reassure him that everything would be alright. He needed a friend. Someone he could talk to. But he didn't have anyone. No-one could ease the pain he was feeling now, there was no-one he could talk to.
Harry must have sat there for at least half an hour trying to sort out all the emotion running through his body, and the thoughts flitting around his brain. But it was no use. He could calm himself down. He trudged back to his dormitory and climbed through the portrait hole. There was no-one in the common, just a lot of scattered mess from the party. He walked through the common room and up the stairs to his dormitory. Everyone was fast asleep, even Ron. Harry looked at Ron's sleeping figure, not really understanding what he was thinking. He changed into his pyjamas and got into his bed.
As Harry lay on his back staring up at the black ceiling, Harry felt an amazing sense of tiredness sweep over him. It had been an exhausting and awful day. Was it possible that everything could look brighter in the morning, like so many people say.
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Chapter 10's finished please keep reviewing I can't believe how many I've had thank you all so much.
Sinbad-Rulz: Was it sad, aaawwww thanks! This chapters sad too! Please don't inflict more pain upon yourself and cola, find some tissues! Ak! how could you reveal my true identity, I hate my middle name! Evil child, I'll get you for this, I wish you had a crappy middle name. *wanders off muttering evil schemes to get revenge on you*
Suzy: You're my best mate I have to like you the best, not that your reviews aren't great! I'm about to go review your fic even though I helped write it! Does anyone have a problem with that!
Laceyj: I have everything worked out, don't worry they will both go to the lake! Oops! I shouldn't of said that. forget I said anything! Oh just read the chapter! Hope you like it!
Ghetx2o: thanks for your usual fantastic review! If only I could thank you enough. I'm so glad you love this so much you rule! I'm making the chapters longer all the time, I'll try to keep making them longer but only cos you're a great reviewer! You're sooooooooooooooooo kind.
TheLaguna: He's not depressed for no reason. His best friends don't seem to give a damn about him and he doesn't have the guts to admit his feelings to the girl he loves. I think he has a right to be depressed. Anyway hope you like this chapter, keep reading!
Indigal: Melodramatic, I'm not used to these long old-fangled words. Ahem er anyway Cho's note will be back, don't worry Harry will get it.
MatrixGirl12: You really love it aaaaawwwww thank you. If only your kindness was everywhere. I hope you keep reading this.
Candle in the wind: I'm not bothered if you don't answer. I wouldn't have really wanted to post a chapter like that cos this is a romance not a humour. And no offence but that was a kinda retarded idea! Anyway thanks for reviewing I'm glad you like it!
PeZ-YUaN: Harsh....no not harsh. Actually yeh it was very evil! Damn Hermione dam Ron. Who said they'd been drinking Butterbeer. Just cos Ron was holding one then doesn't mean that's all the had. MWAHAHAHAHA!
Erika: Yeh poor Harry, everything will be alright don't cry. *gives you a box of tissues* Hope you like this chapter. I've decided it'll definitely be chapter 12 when Harry confesses to Cho. I'll try and get the chapters up quicker. I'm glad you like it so much your one of my greatest reviewers.
JkReviewer: Hermione and Ron obviously don't care about him that much if they'd rather kiss each other than try and say sorry or something. But thanks for reviewing anyway and I guess your entitled to your own opinion.
Slate07: The chapters aren't that short. I can't help writing short chapters. I'm glad you're still reading this, is it really slow. Sorry I was trying to make it a bit more interesting. But if that's what you think there's only gonna be 2 more chapters anyway.
Rivers: aaaawwww your one of best reviewers, I can't believe you're a college student and out of the thousands of fics on this site, one of the ones you chose to read is mine. You're so nice, you are a truly nice person. Your encouragement is great thank you for all your support. (did that sound to cheesy sorry if I'm sickening) P.S. I'm only 13 so to have may fic read by a college student and told it's great is so great to hear.
I haven't had any flames! (well not really anyway) That is so weird how can so many people read this and actually like it! Thank you again to all my faithful, brilliant, fantastical, amazing, wonderful, magnificent, super and astonishing reviewers! *hugz you all*
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Chapter 10:
At first Harry didn't realise the very small owl that flew down on to the grass beside him. I hooted quietly and comfortingly, it was a nice sound to Harry, he calmed him slightly, enough to look up from his misery and notice the owl sitting by him with a letter on its leg.
Harry knew exactly who the letter was from even without reading it. He only ever got letters from one person anyway. He hadn't really expected a reply so soon. Harry didn't really know if he wanted to read it, it would only show how much she really didn't care about meeting him or not.
In spite of these thoughts, Harry reached out, took the letter, opened it and read it.
Harry didn't know whether to be shocked or happy. She was begging to meet him. He noticed her handwriting was shaky, not like her usual perfectly printed letters. Harry had to read the letter several more times for it to really sink in, He was still thinking about Ron and Hermione for anything to really make any sense.
Harry hadn't the faintest idea what to say to Cho, it seemed trivial and unimportant now, nothing mattered any more except what he'd just seen in the common room.
It struck him how over the top and childish he'd been about this. He was 16 years old and he couldn't walk up to a girl and ask them out. Why have been so stupid about this. Losing your two best friends then catching them kissing on Christmas Eve was really put stuff in perspective for Harry.
Cho was just a girl, true he loved her which made her more intimidating but she could never mean more to him than Ron and Hermione.
He shock himself away from his thoughts and looked and Cho's letter again. He wanted to write a reply saying he'd meet her tomorrow at the ball before he changed his mind. but he had nothing to write with or write on.
He dug his hands into his pockets, not knowing what he could find inside them to write with, but he wasn't prepared to go back up to the party and through the common room to find a quill.
Harry brought out his hands from his pockets. In one hand he had sweet wrappers and 3 Knuts, in his other hand there was more wrappers 5 Knuts and to his surprise and cheap muggle biro pen.
Harry briefly wondered why the hell he was carrying a muggle biro around with him but shrugged it off and reached for Cho's letter. Turning it over he scribbled a quick reply and sent it off with the owl that was still sat next to him on the cold grass.
For the first time in a long time he felt no regrets as he watched the owl fly away into the cold, winter darkness.
Harry picked up a stone from the shore of the lake and stood up suddenly feeling much happier about himself. He through the stone into the lake, watching it skim 5 or 6 times across the black waters. He was about to turn around and go back up to the common room, feeling as if even if Hermione and Ron were still at the party he could handle it.
But then he heard something that made his heart sink yet boil with anger at the same time.
"Harry," said a voice in the shadows, it was a voice Harry knew so well yet couldn't stand to hear. It was Ron.
"Harry," he said again, and Harry heard Ron take a few steps towards where he was standing. Harry slowly turned around to face him. Ron's hair was sticking up on end. He had obviously run his hands through it several times. His eyes were looking straight into Harry's, he looked tired, worried and pleading.
The two boys stood staring into each others eyes for what seemed like an age, neither wanted to say anything. Harry had a strong urge to throw the stone he was holding at Ron's head and run off. But that was the cowards way out, he wanted to know what the stupid bastard had to say for himself!
"Harry," Ron said for the third time, Harry suppressed another urge to pass a snide comment. Instead he settled for unnerving Ron by not moving and letting his bright green eyes bore into him. Harry's face was expressionless and his body language expressed no emotion or feelings.
"Harry, I...er...need to....er.....talk to you," Ron said, finally string a few words together. Still Harry didn't move or say anything. Ron shuffled his feet. Harry almost wanted to smile, he was in control of this, Ron couldn't make Harry do anything, Harry was the one with the right to do anything. Yell at Ron, throw things at Ron, hit Ron, run away from Ron, say anything to Ron, even forgive Ron.
"I know...I've been....well....I've been a loser," Ron continued, still nothing from Harry, movement or speech.
"I'm......I'm......I'm sorry" Ron said, this was costing every bit of his determination to keep talking.
"I don't know what to say," Ron dropped his head and shuffled his feet. Still Harry chose not to speak. Ron didn't know what to say next, he had obviously planned on a response from Harry by now.
"I know I've been a complete jerk and...and.....you have every right to be angry...." Ron trailed off. They stood in silence for several moments before Harry eventually chose his time to speak.
"Where's Hermione?" He asked. Ron looked taken aback by this question, he had obviously expected, Harry to get angry and yell at him. Instead Harry's voice, like his face, showed no feeling or emotion.
"She's......er........in the common room," Ron said shakily "er....why?" To be honest Harry had no idea why he said that. It just sort of slipped out. His heart was pounding in his chest. What could he say now. He decided to get away from it by asking another question.
"Why'd you do it?" Harry asked, careful to hold his voice steady and expressionless. He wasn't giving anything away to Ron. He was in control, he didn't want to lose that advantage.
"I dunno," Ron mumbled staring at his feet. "I was kinda drunk, it was a mistake, sorry" Ron didn't still look up. Harry's heart felt like it might explode in his chest. He was full of anger, hatred, pain and sorrow.
"You don't care, you don't care at all, stop saying sorry because you really couldn't give a damn really," Harry was still managing to keep his voice steady and quiet, but his insides were swirling with anger. He wanted to scream at Ron, show him how much hatred he felt for him at the moment.
"Harry I do care, we both do, I'm so sorry, why else would I be here saying this," Ron said looking up from the ground.
"So you and Hermione can have a free conscience, so that when you go back up to the common room you can say that at least you tried to apologize, so that you can't be classed as heartless and uncaring because it wasn't your fault. You tried to be friends again but I wouldn't let you." Harry knew in his heart that Ron and Hermione did care. He'd never seen Ron look so sorry, he really did mean it.
"No!" Ron almost shouted, as if desperate for Harry to believe him. "No Harry, we really care, we're both so sorry, I wish I could do something else than say sorry," Harry could see how much Ron meant this, it was in his eyes, he really wanted Harry to believe him. Harry did believe him, but there was too much hate rushing through his veins to just accept this and go back to how they had been.
"Harry you're my best mate, I couldn't just ignore you for the rest of my life," Ron's voice pleaded with Harry. Harry couldn't keep his anger inside him any more.
"Well you and Hermione were doing a pretty good impression of it before!" Harry yelled his eyes boring into Ron. "How am I supposed to believe you! If you really cared, shouldn't you have tried to apologize as soon as we fell out!"
"Harry I'm really sorry, I was scared, I didn't know this was going to happen. Everything was a mista-"
"OH YEH IT'S ALWAYS JUST A MISTAKE, BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL! IT COULD NEVER BE PERFECT PREFECT RON'S FAULT!" Harry was bursting with anger for Ron now. He gripped the stone in his hand tighter. He had and overpowering urge to through it at Ron.
"It was my fault Harry, I know I shouldn't have kissed Hermione," Ron said.
"I DON'T CARE IF YOU WANT TO KISS HERMIONE, THIS ISN'T JUST ABOUT YOU KISSING BLOODY HERMIONE!" Harry screamed, "THISIS ABOUT YOU READING MY LETTERS, INVADING MY PRIVATE STUFF, AND THEN HAVING THE NERVE TO JUST ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED!" Harry couldn't stop himself anymore, all his feelings of pain and anger that had built up over the past few days were all pouring out of him. Harry was no longer thinking about what he was saying.
"Harry I don't know what to say, it wasn't even my idea, Hermione suggested it," Ron knew this was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words had left his mouth.
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN, BLAMING SOMEONE ELSE, WELL I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU COULD SMOOTH THINGS OVER JUST BY COMING DOWN HERE AND SAYING SORRY! SORRY DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING, ANYONE CAN SORRY!" Harry clenched his fist even tighter around the stone in his hand, fighting every urge not to through at Ron with all his strength and knock his head off.
"Harry please believe me, what else can I say," Ron whimpered.
"LISTEN TO WHAT! MORE EXCUSES ABOUT WHY YOU BETRAYED ME, MORE REASONS WHY IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT. THERE'S NOTHING ELSE YOU CAN SAY THAT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE! WHY DON'T YOU JUST PISS OFF! GO SNOG HERMIONE!" Harry knew these words were hurting Ron, he felt a small glow of satisfaction. Ron was starting to realise this was hopeless.
"FINE!" Ron yelled but Harry could the quiver in his voice. Ron turned to towards the castle. "You're the one who'll have no friends to hang around with tomorrow on Christmas day," Ron was trying to preserve some of his dignity, but Harry could still hear a waver in his voice. Ron sounded like he was biting back tears.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW I'LL BE ALONE, A LOT OF PEOPLE FEEL SORRY FOR ME, SINCE MY TWO BITCHY FRIENDS BETRAYEDME!" Harry yelled and found he was also fighting back hot tears of rage. "JUST PISS OFF!" And with that Ron ran, he ran out of Harry's sight and back into the castle.
Harry screamed into the night air and through the stone in his hand into the lake with all his might. He collapsed to his knees on the banks and let the hot tears of rage fall to the ground. Every fibre of his body was shaking. He could have screamed out at the darkness all night and sobbed until the sun rose.
Instead he just sat on the lakes edge, letting all his thoughts rush through his brain. It was time like these Harry needed a Pensive, he felt like his head may explode with the amount of stuff whirring around his brain.
He had no idea what to do now. He couldn't sit there all night, but he didn't feel like facing anyone by going back up to the Gryffindor common room. He wanted someone to come to him, to reassure him that everything would be alright. He needed a friend. Someone he could talk to. But he didn't have anyone. No-one could ease the pain he was feeling now, there was no-one he could talk to.
Harry must have sat there for at least half an hour trying to sort out all the emotion running through his body, and the thoughts flitting around his brain. But it was no use. He could calm himself down. He trudged back to his dormitory and climbed through the portrait hole. There was no-one in the common, just a lot of scattered mess from the party. He walked through the common room and up the stairs to his dormitory. Everyone was fast asleep, even Ron. Harry looked at Ron's sleeping figure, not really understanding what he was thinking. He changed into his pyjamas and got into his bed.
As Harry lay on his back staring up at the black ceiling, Harry felt an amazing sense of tiredness sweep over him. It had been an exhausting and awful day. Was it possible that everything could look brighter in the morning, like so many people say.
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Chapter 10's finished please keep reviewing I can't believe how many I've had thank you all so much.