'AAARRRRRRGGGHH'
'SAVE US!!!!'
'DEATH!!'
'MURDER!!!!!'
Harry awoke from his bed to the sounds of screaming. It was real screaming this time. Not the nightmarish cries that he had heard in his dreams. Harry swung his legs out of bed in alarm. What was going on?
Harry ran over to where all the commotion seemed to be. A huge group of people from the Gryffindor dormitory were fussing and crying over someone's bed. Harry pushed his way through the crowd and saw the horror that would taunt him till the end of time.
Neville Longbottom was lying motionless on his bed, surrounded by a scarlet pool of blood. Parts of the blood were brown and hard from were he had begun to bleed early in the night, and other parts were still gushing from his body, as red as lava and as sickening as death. Harry knew that death was the murderer here. Death alone had killed Neville. Or was Harry lying to himself? Did Harry know that it was he would killed Neville? It was he, after all, who was now in league with the wickedest wizard in the world. It was he, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who would grow up to kill many more than just Neville Longbottom. Neville was just a scratch of the glass or a straw in the sack. Neville was just the beginning.
'Harry,' called Draco from down the corridor. 'Don't run from me Potter! Wait. Harry WAIT!' Draco sprinted down the corridor after Harry. Harry knew that he must get away from Draco. He was crying after all. He didn't want anyone to see him crying.
Draco caught him and kissed him on the forehead.
'Harry what is the matter with you? What has got in to you? Is it Longbottom? It is a shame to some, and to others a great tragedy. I am not bothered but I can clearly see you are. Harry what brings this flow of emotion? I never knew that the two of you were such great friends?' Draco looked in Harry's eyes.
'You bastard!!' Screamed Harry. 'You selfish BASTARD!!. Someone is dead! Does it matter who it is! I knew them! You knew them! Yet you feel nothing! You feel NOTHING!!! You care none! I hate you! I am upset because.well because.' Harry stopped. He didn't want to tell Draco. He didn't want to even see Draco. He was angry. He was mad. He was furious that his dream could be so real. It was a dream. It was a secret world where everything is not what it seems. People do not die in dreams! People do not kill other people in there dreams! IT DOESN'T HAPPEN LIKE THAT.
Harry was losing control. Harry was losing it completely. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand. He was confused with an absurd mixture of complex emotions. One of them was hate. Hate seemed to follow Harry around these days, so it was almost normal to him. Another was frustration, anger, jealousy, confusion and most of all sadness. A great sadness that controlled his entire body from the tips of his toes to the crown on his head. Harry desperately wanted to sleep tonight because he wanted to tell Voldemort that he wouldn't work for him anymore. He was dying to let Voldemort kill him. Yet Harry was also dreading his bed that night. He was terrified that he would make another mistake and accidentally kill another innocent. Harry was a mess.
Draco stared at him sadly. 'Don't do this Harry. You are killing yourself. I don't know what you are doing but you haven't been yourself lately. I am worried about you. Do you promise to tell me anything that I'll need to know? If you are ever in danger do you promise to tell me? Harry? Tell me. Are you in danger now? Harry?'
Harry stared at Draco. This was the only time in his life he had received a speech like that but it was also the only time he didn't want one.
'Draco. I am in no danger and yes I promise to tell you if I am.'
He didn't even bother crossing his fingers.
'SAVE US!!!!'
'DEATH!!'
'MURDER!!!!!'
Harry awoke from his bed to the sounds of screaming. It was real screaming this time. Not the nightmarish cries that he had heard in his dreams. Harry swung his legs out of bed in alarm. What was going on?
Harry ran over to where all the commotion seemed to be. A huge group of people from the Gryffindor dormitory were fussing and crying over someone's bed. Harry pushed his way through the crowd and saw the horror that would taunt him till the end of time.
Neville Longbottom was lying motionless on his bed, surrounded by a scarlet pool of blood. Parts of the blood were brown and hard from were he had begun to bleed early in the night, and other parts were still gushing from his body, as red as lava and as sickening as death. Harry knew that death was the murderer here. Death alone had killed Neville. Or was Harry lying to himself? Did Harry know that it was he would killed Neville? It was he, after all, who was now in league with the wickedest wizard in the world. It was he, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, who would grow up to kill many more than just Neville Longbottom. Neville was just a scratch of the glass or a straw in the sack. Neville was just the beginning.
'Harry,' called Draco from down the corridor. 'Don't run from me Potter! Wait. Harry WAIT!' Draco sprinted down the corridor after Harry. Harry knew that he must get away from Draco. He was crying after all. He didn't want anyone to see him crying.
Draco caught him and kissed him on the forehead.
'Harry what is the matter with you? What has got in to you? Is it Longbottom? It is a shame to some, and to others a great tragedy. I am not bothered but I can clearly see you are. Harry what brings this flow of emotion? I never knew that the two of you were such great friends?' Draco looked in Harry's eyes.
'You bastard!!' Screamed Harry. 'You selfish BASTARD!!. Someone is dead! Does it matter who it is! I knew them! You knew them! Yet you feel nothing! You feel NOTHING!!! You care none! I hate you! I am upset because.well because.' Harry stopped. He didn't want to tell Draco. He didn't want to even see Draco. He was angry. He was mad. He was furious that his dream could be so real. It was a dream. It was a secret world where everything is not what it seems. People do not die in dreams! People do not kill other people in there dreams! IT DOESN'T HAPPEN LIKE THAT.
Harry was losing control. Harry was losing it completely. He didn't understand. He didn't want to understand. He was confused with an absurd mixture of complex emotions. One of them was hate. Hate seemed to follow Harry around these days, so it was almost normal to him. Another was frustration, anger, jealousy, confusion and most of all sadness. A great sadness that controlled his entire body from the tips of his toes to the crown on his head. Harry desperately wanted to sleep tonight because he wanted to tell Voldemort that he wouldn't work for him anymore. He was dying to let Voldemort kill him. Yet Harry was also dreading his bed that night. He was terrified that he would make another mistake and accidentally kill another innocent. Harry was a mess.
Draco stared at him sadly. 'Don't do this Harry. You are killing yourself. I don't know what you are doing but you haven't been yourself lately. I am worried about you. Do you promise to tell me anything that I'll need to know? If you are ever in danger do you promise to tell me? Harry? Tell me. Are you in danger now? Harry?'
Harry stared at Draco. This was the only time in his life he had received a speech like that but it was also the only time he didn't want one.
'Draco. I am in no danger and yes I promise to tell you if I am.'
He didn't even bother crossing his fingers.