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CHAPTER TWO

RON'S P.O.V

Harry's been acting strange lately. I don't know why I didn't see it before. He's sitting alone in a dark corner of the common room at the moment. I think he's writing in his journal, you never can tell with Harry though. I remember when he got that journal, it was Christmas in 5th year, Hermione gave it to him, and she said pouring his heart out into something would help him. 

I only just realised that he wasn't sitting with us when 'Mione said something like "What's Harry doing over there? He never sits with us anymore". It's true you know. He doesn't sit with us.

He looks so troubled, well you would wouldn't you? Having everyone's expectations shoved at you. I really don't know how he copes. He always looks so brave and determined. It's like he's not afraid or anything. I know he is though, anyone would be. Honestly, how could they make him go off and fight Voldemort? I mean, I know he's capable of doing it, but for god's sake! He's only 17! 17 is way too young to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Bloody hell! I get stressed when I've left my homework too late or at exam times. And Harry, well, he's Head Boy, Quidditch captain, and the wizarding world's saviour, boy wonder and the list goes on... and on.

Frankly, I have no idea how I could have been jealous of him. I was you know, up until about mid way through 5th year. I always wanted what he had; fame, fortune, and respect. You'd think he'd have a big head from it all. Sometimes I used to will myself into thinking that he enjoyed all the attention so I could have a reason to resent him.  But really, Harry is the most selfless person to ever walk the earth.

I know what he wants. I can't believe it took me so long to figure out that he was jealous of me. You see, I have a family, people who love me, care for me, look after me. Harry's never had anything like that. It's awful to think back to when I wanted what he had. It really sunk in that I was the lucky one when I was woken up one night by Harry's screaming. He was obviously having a nightmare, and what looked to be a bloody bad one too. He was thrashing around on his bed, clawing at his scar. Then his eyes just snapped open. You could see the huge amount of pain in them. It was terrifying; he looked as if his very soul had been ripped right out of his body. I reckon that it was at that moment that I realised just how bloody lucky I really am.

He seems to have dreams like that a lot nowadays, perhaps once a week. I don't think he knows that I know about them. I think he thinks that he's hiding it really well, seeing as no one ever questions him about them. But god, we can all see the big black circles under his eyes. We see how his shoulders slump when he walks and the way he stares off into space during lessons. His face is always so pale, but somehow he still manages to look so damn resolved. Like he knows he has to do something, no matter how terrible that thing is. And we all know what he has to do, face Voldemort, alone.

As much as I hate to admit it, Harry and I have really drifted apart this year. I'm not entirely sure why that is though. Maybe it's because Hermione and I got together. I think he thinks that he's intruding when he's around us, that bullshit really. 'Mione and I want nothing more than to have our happy old Harry back with us. Just before we were talking about that, quietly of course.

Hermione thinks that he's got the same deadened look in his eyes as Sirius has when he first escaped from Azkaban. I think I agree with her. His eyes look empty, hollow and lifeless. It's kind of like he's seen some horrible things, things that no child should ever have to see. And of course he has. What, with fighting Voldemort year after year. And of course, seeing Cedric murdered in front of his eyes. That's got to do something to your stability.

Harry would never tall anyone if something was bothering him. He's always been like that, keeping his feelings all bottled up inside of him. And he thinks way too much on things. He still blames himself for Cedric's death when he could to have done anything to stop it. I reckon that one day he'll get to the stage where he started cutting himself, as horrible as that may sound; it's something Harry would do. Come to think of it, I might have seen something on his wrist the other day. You know, the boy really needs some serious attention. Maybe I'll talk to Hermione about it, she'll know what to do.

Right, I'll stop analysing Harry now.

I should really start thinking about some happier topics, Harry's really depressing.

Yes, I'll stop now, but I don't think this'll be the last time that the mystery of Harry Potter pops up inside me head.