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I'm rewriting this because it was far too short I'll try to make it longer this time.
One Chance Chapter 1
Wide awake as usual. Why couldn't he just go to sleep? Not that it was much better when he was asleep. The same dream every time Sirius falling behind the veil and him standing on the step unable to move. He looked at Ron lying fast asleep. For a second he wished that he was Ron. Nothing terrible looming before you, no people expecting you to be brilliant, living with people who love you, having someone there for you all the time. But almost immediately he thought that that kind of thinking wouldn't get him anywhere and returned to staring at the stars.
He must have fell asleep soon after that because the next thing he knew he was sitting up in bed sweating. "Sirius," he panted. It was just getting light outside. He checked his watch, 4:00 am. Knowing he'd never get to sleep he went downstairs thinking he could do his homework. But when he got downstairs he remembered he'd finished all his homework the previous morning. He ran upstairs and grabbed a book. Downstairs he flicked over the pages not taking in a word. He was still thinking about Sirius. Could he, Harry, have saved Sirius? Could it have been possible? If he could go back he would do so many things differently. He dropped the book and slumped back in his chair, thinking.
This is how Hermione found him hours later. "Are you alright Harry?" She asked. He glared at her. He avoided talking as much as he could now. "Did you sleep at all?" she sighed. Slowly he nodded. "For how long?" He shrugged. "Harry talk to me!"
"No," he replied a shadow of a grin flitting over his face.
"Harry!"
"What?" he grunted picking up his book.
"You should at least try to be friendly!"
"I am friendly! Look I'm grinning and everything!" He forced a grin
"Harry, please."
"Please what?"
"Stop moping around and not talking!"
"I'll think about it." Hermione sighed and wandered off to breakfast. Harry ran upstairs to get his bag then walked down to the Great Hall with Ron. They sat down opposite Hermione. "Hello," she said. Ron replied but Harry just grunted. Hermione glared at him.
"Hello, Hermione," he groaned.
Ron leaned over the table and muttered to Hermione, "You got Harry to speak?"
"Yes."
"Does he always speak to you?"
"Sometimes."
"That's not fair. He won't say a word to me!"
"Maybe he trusts me more than you."
"I'm not deaf you know," Harry interrupted
"Sorry, Harry," Hermione said hurriedly.
"No. It's Ok. Just keep talking I'm going upstairs."
As soon as he got to the dormitory he flung himself down on his bed. He fell asleep and dreamt he was in the department of mysteries again, but this time he was walking backwards to the first door and out into the corridor.
"Harry! Come on we'll be late for our OWLS!" Ron shouted. Harry jerked awake "OWLS?"
I'm rewriting this because it was far too short I'll try to make it longer this time.
One Chance Chapter 1
Wide awake as usual. Why couldn't he just go to sleep? Not that it was much better when he was asleep. The same dream every time Sirius falling behind the veil and him standing on the step unable to move. He looked at Ron lying fast asleep. For a second he wished that he was Ron. Nothing terrible looming before you, no people expecting you to be brilliant, living with people who love you, having someone there for you all the time. But almost immediately he thought that that kind of thinking wouldn't get him anywhere and returned to staring at the stars.
He must have fell asleep soon after that because the next thing he knew he was sitting up in bed sweating. "Sirius," he panted. It was just getting light outside. He checked his watch, 4:00 am. Knowing he'd never get to sleep he went downstairs thinking he could do his homework. But when he got downstairs he remembered he'd finished all his homework the previous morning. He ran upstairs and grabbed a book. Downstairs he flicked over the pages not taking in a word. He was still thinking about Sirius. Could he, Harry, have saved Sirius? Could it have been possible? If he could go back he would do so many things differently. He dropped the book and slumped back in his chair, thinking.
This is how Hermione found him hours later. "Are you alright Harry?" She asked. He glared at her. He avoided talking as much as he could now. "Did you sleep at all?" she sighed. Slowly he nodded. "For how long?" He shrugged. "Harry talk to me!"
"No," he replied a shadow of a grin flitting over his face.
"Harry!"
"What?" he grunted picking up his book.
"You should at least try to be friendly!"
"I am friendly! Look I'm grinning and everything!" He forced a grin
"Harry, please."
"Please what?"
"Stop moping around and not talking!"
"I'll think about it." Hermione sighed and wandered off to breakfast. Harry ran upstairs to get his bag then walked down to the Great Hall with Ron. They sat down opposite Hermione. "Hello," she said. Ron replied but Harry just grunted. Hermione glared at him.
"Hello, Hermione," he groaned.
Ron leaned over the table and muttered to Hermione, "You got Harry to speak?"
"Yes."
"Does he always speak to you?"
"Sometimes."
"That's not fair. He won't say a word to me!"
"Maybe he trusts me more than you."
"I'm not deaf you know," Harry interrupted
"Sorry, Harry," Hermione said hurriedly.
"No. It's Ok. Just keep talking I'm going upstairs."
As soon as he got to the dormitory he flung himself down on his bed. He fell asleep and dreamt he was in the department of mysteries again, but this time he was walking backwards to the first door and out into the corridor.
"Harry! Come on we'll be late for our OWLS!" Ron shouted. Harry jerked awake "OWLS?"