My friend of Misery

By: Sabrina Pollitt

August 17, 2004

Song by Metallica

Ron POV

I see him. I see through him. I know him more then you. More then all of you. I see his pain. I see his strife. I know what he feels. He won't listen to anyone. To him he's always right.

He's an idiot that way. He thinks he needs no help. That he's doing everyone a favour in keeping things from them.

Well he's wrong.

He doesn't need to do everything on his own. He chooses to. He needs to learn that he can ask for help, that's what we're hear for.

To help him.

You just stood there screaming
Fearing no one was listening to you
They say the empty can rattles the most
The sound of your voice must soothe you
Hearing only what you want to hear
And knowing only what you've heard
You you're smothered in tragedy
You're out to save the world

Hermione POV

Perhaps… one day he might realize that we're hear for him. That we want to help him. Perhaps he'll realize that he can trust us. He can't hide everything.

I see more then you.

He's had too much heart ache in his life. When will he learn that he can share his burden? That we're willing to do anything for him?

I see it in his eyes, he longs for comfort. When it comes though, he'll push it away. Unwilling to accept what we so want to give.

He says to us, "Were you there when Credric died?! Where you there when I was fighting Voldimort?! Were you ever there?!"

No, we weren't there, but we feel his pain. His sufferings. It affects us too, just like him. When will he realize that he's not the center of everything? That we can help him?

Misery
You insist that the weight of the world
Should be on your shoulders
Misery
There's much more to life than what you see
My friend of misery

Fred POV

I'm not an idiot. I see what goes on. I see him, wallowing in self pity. Making his life more of it's own hell then it already is.

We can help, we can make it better. Why won't he let us in? Let us care for him? Take some of the weight from his chest. He doesn't have to do this alone.

He's not alone in this war. It effects us too, almost as much as him. Just because his name is what it is, doesn't mean that he should carry everything.

He has to realize that. If he doesn't then it'll eat him alive.

Piece…

By….

Piece…

You still stood there screaming
No one caring about these words you tell
My friend before your voice is gone
One man's fun is another's hell
These times are sent to try men's souls
But something's wrong with all you see
You you'll take it on all yourself
Remember, misery loves company

George POV

Miserable. It's the best word I have to describe him. Miserable and unable to shake it off.

Just because he has to kill the Dark Lord, doesn't mean that we aren't a part of this war too. Just because he's seen death, doesn't mean we don't hurt too.

When will he learn that?

He's falling. And falling, and falling. One day, if he doesn't grab a rope and pull himself back up, he'll hit the bottom. His body bruised and bloody.

He has internal scars.

Well so do we!

Misery
You insist that the weight of the world
Should be on your shoulders
Misery
There's much more to life than what you see
My friend of misery

You just stood there screaming
My friend of misery