Chapter 3:
Harry leaned into the wall across from the portrait hole and realized that the Fat Lady was not in her painting. "Damn." He murmured.
"I will not have such language, Mr. Potter." Stated the Fat Lady as she returned. "Password?"
"Riddikulus." He scurried through as quickly as he could to find a room full of chatting and laughter. He sighed and made his way to the boys' dormitory. As he entered his dorm, he heard Hermione's giggles. He had a feeling he knew what was taking place beyond that door. He just couldn't find it in himself to care. He threw open the door, marched to his bed and promptly dropped onto it with a loud "Hmph."
Ron looked over from his bed. "All right, Harry?" Harry didn't lend him a glance as he stared at the ceiling.
"He doesn't look well." Hermione truly sounded concerned as she walked over to Harry's bed. "Your dripping wet! Where have you been?" Her hands were on her hips.
"Out."
"WHy?"
"Trying to die in a way I saw fit, If you must know." He sat up abruptly. "ALthough no one would miss me!" He called out rather more loudly than intended.
"What?" Ron joined Hermione to leer over Harry's bed. Hermione moved to touch Harry but he jerked away with so much force that he fell to the floor. When he stood the bed was between him and the couple. "Everyone would miss you, Harry!"
"No. No they wouldn't. YOU WOULDN'T!" Harry kicked the bedside table, making a picture of the three drop and shatter.
"We would." Hermione tried to speak calmly. "Harry, we just thought you needed to be alone. That's why w-"
"Decided to duck up here for a quick snog?" He moved for the door.
Hermione grabbed his arm. "No! We were discussing the past. All our adventures with you!"
"Forget it, Mione. I don't care." He placed a hand on the door handle. "I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW!" He started and she gasped. "I WANT YOU TO REALIZE SOMETHING!" It was as if he had had a sudden epiphany.
Ron took a step forward, shock evident on his freckled face. "What is it?" He spoke tenitavely as though he were afraid of Harry.
"The only bloody reason I stayed alive was YOU!" Harry glared at Hermione. "THE LOVE I THOUGHT YOU HAD FOR ME KEPT ME ALIVE!" He placed his right hand against her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "That was always the key. My mum saved me by loving me. I love you so much that the Dark Lord himself couldn't kill me!" His hand dropped to his side. "I never thanked you for that. I suppose I should. I just find it hard to when you're in love with someone else. I CAN'T THANK YOU FOR LOVING RON! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!"
"Mate, calm down." Ron stepped between Harry and Hermione. His looked horror-stricken. Harry thought it served him right. "You've got th-"
"Shut up, Weasley." His voice didn't show any real emotion anymore. It was cold. Harry finally opened the door, every intention to walk out. Hermione pulled him back as Seamus, Dean, Lavendar, Parvati, Ginny, and Neville fell in. "Why can't I Disapparate in this God Blessed castle?" He inquired of the ceiling before turning to Hermione as though she had thought to answer him. "I know, I know." He made to immitate her voice. "I believe if you read Hogwarts, A History you would find...." His voice dropped down to his original baritone as he stared into her eyes. Tears filled hers, for Harry's normally emerald eyes were glassy...empty. Harry finished his sentence before anyone could interrupt. "That the Boy-Who-Lived will never be able to have someone love him. That is the way." Harry stepped over Neville and Parvati, who were being helped up by the other eaves-droppers.
Again, he marched out of the common room with no real mention of where he intended to go. To be perfectly honest, he himself had no idea until he found himself in the Astronomy Tower.
Harry leaned into the wall across from the portrait hole and realized that the Fat Lady was not in her painting. "Damn." He murmured.
"I will not have such language, Mr. Potter." Stated the Fat Lady as she returned. "Password?"
"Riddikulus." He scurried through as quickly as he could to find a room full of chatting and laughter. He sighed and made his way to the boys' dormitory. As he entered his dorm, he heard Hermione's giggles. He had a feeling he knew what was taking place beyond that door. He just couldn't find it in himself to care. He threw open the door, marched to his bed and promptly dropped onto it with a loud "Hmph."
Ron looked over from his bed. "All right, Harry?" Harry didn't lend him a glance as he stared at the ceiling.
"He doesn't look well." Hermione truly sounded concerned as she walked over to Harry's bed. "Your dripping wet! Where have you been?" Her hands were on her hips.
"Out."
"WHy?"
"Trying to die in a way I saw fit, If you must know." He sat up abruptly. "ALthough no one would miss me!" He called out rather more loudly than intended.
"What?" Ron joined Hermione to leer over Harry's bed. Hermione moved to touch Harry but he jerked away with so much force that he fell to the floor. When he stood the bed was between him and the couple. "Everyone would miss you, Harry!"
"No. No they wouldn't. YOU WOULDN'T!" Harry kicked the bedside table, making a picture of the three drop and shatter.
"We would." Hermione tried to speak calmly. "Harry, we just thought you needed to be alone. That's why w-"
"Decided to duck up here for a quick snog?" He moved for the door.
Hermione grabbed his arm. "No! We were discussing the past. All our adventures with you!"
"Forget it, Mione. I don't care." He placed a hand on the door handle. "I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW!" He started and she gasped. "I WANT YOU TO REALIZE SOMETHING!" It was as if he had had a sudden epiphany.
Ron took a step forward, shock evident on his freckled face. "What is it?" He spoke tenitavely as though he were afraid of Harry.
"The only bloody reason I stayed alive was YOU!" Harry glared at Hermione. "THE LOVE I THOUGHT YOU HAD FOR ME KEPT ME ALIVE!" He placed his right hand against her cheek, forcing her to look at him. "That was always the key. My mum saved me by loving me. I love you so much that the Dark Lord himself couldn't kill me!" His hand dropped to his side. "I never thanked you for that. I suppose I should. I just find it hard to when you're in love with someone else. I CAN'T THANK YOU FOR LOVING RON! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!"
"Mate, calm down." Ron stepped between Harry and Hermione. His looked horror-stricken. Harry thought it served him right. "You've got th-"
"Shut up, Weasley." His voice didn't show any real emotion anymore. It was cold. Harry finally opened the door, every intention to walk out. Hermione pulled him back as Seamus, Dean, Lavendar, Parvati, Ginny, and Neville fell in. "Why can't I Disapparate in this God Blessed castle?" He inquired of the ceiling before turning to Hermione as though she had thought to answer him. "I know, I know." He made to immitate her voice. "I believe if you read Hogwarts, A History you would find...." His voice dropped down to his original baritone as he stared into her eyes. Tears filled hers, for Harry's normally emerald eyes were glassy...empty. Harry finished his sentence before anyone could interrupt. "That the Boy-Who-Lived will never be able to have someone love him. That is the way." Harry stepped over Neville and Parvati, who were being helped up by the other eaves-droppers.
Again, he marched out of the common room with no real mention of where he intended to go. To be perfectly honest, he himself had no idea until he found himself in the Astronomy Tower.