The Silver Kiss

Chapter Four - Anger

Author's Note: Ok, even chapter what does that mean? If you guessed, um nothing, you shall perish! If you guessed flashback, good job you get a cookie! I'll send it through the computer!

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I know I've been forgetting it, don't sue no money!

On with the show!

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He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the screams to no avail. They plagued him, too often he thought they were real, looking over his shoulder into the blackness of the dimly lit hallways. He had slipped into the Room of Requirements in hope of peace of mind. A small fire, warmed the room, and Harry stared up at the ceiling, praying that he would be left alone.

"Harry..." He didn't acknowledge the person at the door and continued staring up at the ceiling. "Harry, please it's me Ginny, come down to supper with me. I'm, well worried about you." Harry amused himself while she rambled, if you tilted your head slightly to the left the room would start to spin. "Harry..." she whispered meekly, "...please." He abruptly stood up and faced Ginny.

"Thanks, but no thanks Ginny," He turned away from her.

"But..."

"I said no," he said icily. He turned and saw her brown eyes, swimming, but took no notice. He waited for Ginny to leave, before seating once more on the seat.

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"Shut up you blubbering fool, how did it go wrong!"

"Master please, I do not know, please no!"

"Crucio!"

Screams erupted from forlorn body of Wormtail, faithful servant. Hisses escaped Voldermort's lips, as he watched bemused as the body of Wormtail writhed on the ground.

"Beautiful Nagini, my most faithful companion," he hissed as he removed the curse, a giant snake slithered beside him, he began to stroke the snake. Gasping Wormtail stood on his knees whimpering.

"Master, please we did have one small over the boy; his godfather Sirius is dead," Wormtail whimpered. Cruel laughter rang out.

"Yes, the most notorious Deatheater dead." Wormtail laughed nervously.

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Harry was awoken from the all to familiar dream, by someone shaking him roughly.

"'Arry, wake up mate, come on!" Harry looked up to the eyes of Ron Weasley, he felt cold and clammy, he scar twinging.

"Ginny told us you were here. Harry you have to understand we want to help, don't shut us out!" Hermione wailed, Harry saw the bags under her eyes, and closed his eyes trying to block them out.

"Harry, we've been back in school for three months, why are you running away from us," Ron asked, "Were going back to Grimmauld Place in a week. Talk to us please." Harry began to will them away, their voices washed over him.

"Harry, the only time we see you, is in class, you're always in the library looking up spells. You were going to be Quidditch Captain this year, you haven't touched your broom! Please," Hermione begged.Ron stood up abruptly, and faced Harry.

"Hermione he isn't worth it, we've waited, and I'm tired of waiting, let's go to the feast." Harry began to laugh hollowly, Hermione gasped and coveredher face with her hand, sobbing silently.

"Go, I don't need you," Harry said, as Ron stood face burning red, "I said GO! Are you two daft, get out! Get the bloody hell out of here!"Ron grabbed Hermione's wrist, and left the Room of Requirements, Harry sat down and began to weep.

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Ron lead Hermione down the hallway towards the Great Hall, with Hermione sniffling on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Herm, we haven't lost him yet, we have to keep trying."

"I know Ron, but were missing something, we have to get through. We can't loose him!"

"We won't Hermione, not without a fight! We can save him," Ron whispered. They looked up to see Professor McGonagall rushing towards them.

"You must come, the headmaster wishes to see you immediately." Hermione and Ron exchanged glances and began to follow their head of house, praying for good news.

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Harry stood up, his mind swirling, 'why, was it all so wrong.' His blood began to boil and Harry picked up the vase that was decorating the table and through it against the wall. The satisfying crack only enraged him more, he had no control. He never asked for it! How could he save the wizarding world if we couldn't even save his godfather. Harry hated Sirius, it was all his bloody fault, why did he have to die!

Neville Longbottom walked past the room and listened to the crashes, happening inside the room and shook his head. He opened the door and watched Harry smash everything around him.

"Harry! Stop!" Harry spun around and faced Neville, his face stained with tears. "You can't bring him back, you can't change history, you just have to move on."

"How can you say that? Bellatrix Lestrange made your parents mad, she took away the only father figure I've had! I hate her! I want to kill her!" Neville shook his head.

"Do you not think I know that? Do you not think that every time I visit my mum and dad, I pray that she'll meet her end? I do Harry, but I am not fate. I have a choice, I can wallow in self pity or try and help the light!"

"I don't have a choice! I'm the boy who lived!" Neville laughed and began to stutter.

"There -'ere, are always choices, 'Arry, j-j-just a matter of w-whether you make the right one." Neville looked at Harry and began to head towards the door, Harry was kneeling on the ground with his face buried in his hands. Neville was about to close the door when he heard a barely audible sound,

"Thanks."

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"I had wished that Harry would tell you, yet I knew he would not. He feels that all he cares for, will die. I do not know if this is true. You must not leave Harry's side, he needs you, even if he does not look like it," Dumbeldore began to explain.

"But sir -"

"You must not leave him!"

"Can you not tell us, what he is hiding from us?"

"Hermione, that is not up to me, patience, remember he needs you."

"Is that all you want to tell us? Well, he sure has a funny way of showing it!" said Ron.

"Ron!"

"He's right Hermione, he is suffering from a severe loss, he has lost the only man who came close to being his father." Ron and Hermione stood up and began to leave,

"Patience."

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Harry now a bit calmer, sat down and stared into the flames, watching them dance, enticing him. The door opened yet again.

"Harry we have to talk, don't push us away!" Ron stood again in front of Harry, staring him square in the eye. He saw Hermione framed in the doorway, he couldn't do this anymore, he pointed his wand at Ron.

"Not now Ron, Stupefy!" he seemed to fall in slow motion, his eyes wide in fear. Hermione's screams as she watched him fall to the ground assaulted his ears.

"Ron!" Harry looked at Hermione, her face wet. "How could you? He's your friend!"

"I'm sorry."

"Why? We've just wanted to help you! Let us help you!" Hermione screamed as she began to beat on Harry with her fists. Harry let the pain wash over him. She stopped and slumped into Harry's arms, he listened to her muffled cries. He pulled away and looked into her eyes, how he wished he could tell them, they were so naive. He would not let them bare his burden, it was up to him, this was the choice he had made. He thought of Neville and hoped it was the best. Harry seized up, his scar burning his pain, he fell to the ground, his body writhing, as Hermione watched in horror. She fell to her knees weeping as Harry rolled on the ground in agony. She was the cleverest witch of the age, yet she was useless. Harry's face was contorted in pain, as his body shook.

"He's, he's angry," he gasped. Hermione looked down at him and held his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Waiting for it to pass. She looked down at Ron's face and took his hand as well, and sat there in the middle, holding on, reassuring herself that she was still there, still real.

A/N: At last, I'm done, thought I'd never make it! I know it looks like Neville didn't do anything but believe me, he helped! Oh, and I know there are mistakes, I felt lazy lol.