Title: Grasping Air
Author: Lighted Eagle
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The year following the events of TotP Harry isn't coping well and makes a decision. Ron's self-doubt prevents him from acting quickly enough. Non-slash. They're just friends. Involves suicidal thoughts, dark themes.it's short and unoriginal.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but if you didn't know that you've probably been living under a rock; I own the computer, the keyboard, and the overdone "plot". Funnily enough, and I'm yet to find out the reason, but I make no money from this.
A/N: My first ever Harry Potter fanfic, review, critique, flame, whatever.
A/N 2: if anyone can find a plot, be sure to let me know :D
Warnings: Involves suicide, lacks originality, written at twenty to midnight, and, depending on your definition of resolution, possibly lacks that too.
*****
Harry had been despondent since the events of last term, his friend's worry had been growing rapidly, and now, it seems their worries were justified - Harry Potter, also known as "the boy who lived" was standing on the astronomy tower window, the highest window in all of Hogwarts, in all appearances about to become "the boy who took his own life."
The vast stillness of the night was broken by footsteps, "Harry? Mate? What are you doing?" Ron approached his best friend cautiously.
"He's gone Ron!" the mournful cry was wrenched from his throat. "Don't you get it? He's gone - and he's never never coming back!"
Ron swallowed and continued his tentative move towards his friend, "Harry, I think you need to -"
"To what? To what? Calm down?" Choked sobs tore from one teen's throats, as the other found his throat strangely constricted. "What I need is him! He's gone! Sirius is dead. And it's my fault. He's gone.he's gone." Harry trailed off; his eyes searching the skies and settling in the general direction of a star called Sirius.
Ron kicked himself mentally and blinked back tears. He wished Hermione was here, or anyone else really, he didn't know how to handle this - he was screwed up in the head, and it was dreadfully hard to convince someone to live when you felt like dying yourself. This train of thought, though disturbing, did lead to a plan. With a passive sigh, Ron Weasly slowly made to go for his wand - if he couldn't talk Harry down, which he very much doubted he could, he'd need to try and prevent gravity from exacting it's toll on one Harry Potter.
Seeing his best friend silhouetted on that window ledge, staring wistfully at the stars about to step into a black nothingness caused the self-doubt Ron harboured to rise insidiously from the depths of Ron's mind, what if he couldn't avoid or forestall Harry from falling? For the umpteenth time that night Ron swallowed bitterly, where was a teacher when you needed one? The silence between the two stretched out as each was left agonizing over their own thoughts. Perhaps, it was ironic really, both silently harbouring their own demons, both unaware that the other felt same prolonged emptiness day in day out, yes, perhaps it was irony or perhaps it was a cruel play of fate.
Unexpectedly it was Harry who broke the silence and turned to face the much- loved freckled face, "I'm sorry Ron, but I need to see him again."
"Harry! Don't!" His wand forgotten on the floor, Ron dived for his friend only to grasp air.
THE END
Author: Lighted Eagle
Rating: PG 13
Summary: The year following the events of TotP Harry isn't coping well and makes a decision. Ron's self-doubt prevents him from acting quickly enough. Non-slash. They're just friends. Involves suicidal thoughts, dark themes.it's short and unoriginal.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but if you didn't know that you've probably been living under a rock; I own the computer, the keyboard, and the overdone "plot". Funnily enough, and I'm yet to find out the reason, but I make no money from this.
A/N: My first ever Harry Potter fanfic, review, critique, flame, whatever.
A/N 2: if anyone can find a plot, be sure to let me know :D
Warnings: Involves suicide, lacks originality, written at twenty to midnight, and, depending on your definition of resolution, possibly lacks that too.
*****
Harry had been despondent since the events of last term, his friend's worry had been growing rapidly, and now, it seems their worries were justified - Harry Potter, also known as "the boy who lived" was standing on the astronomy tower window, the highest window in all of Hogwarts, in all appearances about to become "the boy who took his own life."
The vast stillness of the night was broken by footsteps, "Harry? Mate? What are you doing?" Ron approached his best friend cautiously.
"He's gone Ron!" the mournful cry was wrenched from his throat. "Don't you get it? He's gone - and he's never never coming back!"
Ron swallowed and continued his tentative move towards his friend, "Harry, I think you need to -"
"To what? To what? Calm down?" Choked sobs tore from one teen's throats, as the other found his throat strangely constricted. "What I need is him! He's gone! Sirius is dead. And it's my fault. He's gone.he's gone." Harry trailed off; his eyes searching the skies and settling in the general direction of a star called Sirius.
Ron kicked himself mentally and blinked back tears. He wished Hermione was here, or anyone else really, he didn't know how to handle this - he was screwed up in the head, and it was dreadfully hard to convince someone to live when you felt like dying yourself. This train of thought, though disturbing, did lead to a plan. With a passive sigh, Ron Weasly slowly made to go for his wand - if he couldn't talk Harry down, which he very much doubted he could, he'd need to try and prevent gravity from exacting it's toll on one Harry Potter.
Seeing his best friend silhouetted on that window ledge, staring wistfully at the stars about to step into a black nothingness caused the self-doubt Ron harboured to rise insidiously from the depths of Ron's mind, what if he couldn't avoid or forestall Harry from falling? For the umpteenth time that night Ron swallowed bitterly, where was a teacher when you needed one? The silence between the two stretched out as each was left agonizing over their own thoughts. Perhaps, it was ironic really, both silently harbouring their own demons, both unaware that the other felt same prolonged emptiness day in day out, yes, perhaps it was irony or perhaps it was a cruel play of fate.
Unexpectedly it was Harry who broke the silence and turned to face the much- loved freckled face, "I'm sorry Ron, but I need to see him again."
"Harry! Don't!" His wand forgotten on the floor, Ron dived for his friend only to grasp air.
THE END