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My first published fic, please be gentle!! (With grateful help from Tischelle and Clareyfairy!!)
"Are you alright?" came a voice from the door. Harry glanced through the dark room and saw in the slit of light coming from the window, Ron propped up against the doorframe. "Yeah, I'm ok" Harry replied. "What's that?" asked Ron; pointing at the object Harry had been looking at. "It's my photo album" "I didn't know you had one" Ron said, sitting down next to Harry.
Looking down, Ron could see the photo album open at a picture of Harry's parents holding a baby version of Harry, and a picture of himself, Harry and Hermione in their second year. He could also see wet parts on the page that looked exactly the same shape as teardrops. Ron looked at Harry and saw silent tears rolling down his pale cheeks; suddenly Harry burst into tears and Ron pulled him into a hug.
"I miss them Ron" he wept, "I never even knew them but I miss them so much." "I know you do; it must be really hard for you, and I know I cant even begin to imagine what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm always here for you, ok?" Ron said, releasing Harry and looking directly into his emerald eyes. Harry silently nodded and rested his head on Ron's shoulder.
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The trio sat in the common room; Hermione was curled up in her favourite chair reading a book and Ron was doing homework. Harry was sitting next to Ron on the sofa writing a letter to Remus. Harry had begun writing to Remus a lot during the summer holidays and hadn't really bothered to stop once he had gone back to school. Since he didn't have Sirius anymore, he had found a new father figure in his fathers other best friend - werewolf Remus J. Lupin.
Remus was always a good listener; he always wrote back to Harry straight away with all the answers to Harry's questions, except for the one that Harry wanted to know the answer to most of all; why does he miss two people that he never even knew? and why did they have to go in the first place? What did they ever do? Harry sometimes thought that if he looked into the Mirror of Erised now, he would probably see those questions in big, bold print staring back at him.
Dear Remus,
Sorry, you must be getting fed-up of me writing to you all the time; but there's not many people left who knew them; who were friends with them. I feel a little closer to them each time I write to you, like when I was living at 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius last summer, yet I feel further away from them each day - if that makes sense.
I sometimes think I'm so selfish and just wallow in my own self-pity; I mean I miss them and never even knew them, but you were one of their best friends. You knew them for years so you have more right to miss them than I do, so I'm sorry. The last thing you need is me pouring my heart out to you when you probably feel bad as well and need someone to talk to as much as I do.
I know this may sound stupid coming from a sixteen-year-old school kid, but if you want or need someone to talk to, then I am always here. I'll shut up and leave you in peace now; you've probably got better things to do than read my stupid letters.
Thanks for listening,
Harry.
As Harry finished writing his letter, Ron sat back on the couch. He read the letter Harry had just written. As he finished reading it he looked up at Harry, who gave a weak smile. Ron put his arms round Harry and pulled Harry close to him. Harry dropped his head onto Ron's shoulder and snuggled up close to him. He wondered if his parents ever held him like this, not that they had much of a chance. Everything brought him back to their death. He couldn't think about his parents without thinking about him - Voldemort. Why did everything have to come back to the so-called 'Lord'? Ron leant down and kissed Harry's tears away as Harry fell asleep in Ron's arms.
Please review, cheers!!
My first published fic, please be gentle!! (With grateful help from Tischelle and Clareyfairy!!)
"Are you alright?" came a voice from the door. Harry glanced through the dark room and saw in the slit of light coming from the window, Ron propped up against the doorframe. "Yeah, I'm ok" Harry replied. "What's that?" asked Ron; pointing at the object Harry had been looking at. "It's my photo album" "I didn't know you had one" Ron said, sitting down next to Harry.
Looking down, Ron could see the photo album open at a picture of Harry's parents holding a baby version of Harry, and a picture of himself, Harry and Hermione in their second year. He could also see wet parts on the page that looked exactly the same shape as teardrops. Ron looked at Harry and saw silent tears rolling down his pale cheeks; suddenly Harry burst into tears and Ron pulled him into a hug.
"I miss them Ron" he wept, "I never even knew them but I miss them so much." "I know you do; it must be really hard for you, and I know I cant even begin to imagine what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm always here for you, ok?" Ron said, releasing Harry and looking directly into his emerald eyes. Harry silently nodded and rested his head on Ron's shoulder.
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The trio sat in the common room; Hermione was curled up in her favourite chair reading a book and Ron was doing homework. Harry was sitting next to Ron on the sofa writing a letter to Remus. Harry had begun writing to Remus a lot during the summer holidays and hadn't really bothered to stop once he had gone back to school. Since he didn't have Sirius anymore, he had found a new father figure in his fathers other best friend - werewolf Remus J. Lupin.
Remus was always a good listener; he always wrote back to Harry straight away with all the answers to Harry's questions, except for the one that Harry wanted to know the answer to most of all; why does he miss two people that he never even knew? and why did they have to go in the first place? What did they ever do? Harry sometimes thought that if he looked into the Mirror of Erised now, he would probably see those questions in big, bold print staring back at him.
Dear Remus,
Sorry, you must be getting fed-up of me writing to you all the time; but there's not many people left who knew them; who were friends with them. I feel a little closer to them each time I write to you, like when I was living at 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius last summer, yet I feel further away from them each day - if that makes sense.
I sometimes think I'm so selfish and just wallow in my own self-pity; I mean I miss them and never even knew them, but you were one of their best friends. You knew them for years so you have more right to miss them than I do, so I'm sorry. The last thing you need is me pouring my heart out to you when you probably feel bad as well and need someone to talk to as much as I do.
I know this may sound stupid coming from a sixteen-year-old school kid, but if you want or need someone to talk to, then I am always here. I'll shut up and leave you in peace now; you've probably got better things to do than read my stupid letters.
Thanks for listening,
Harry.
As Harry finished writing his letter, Ron sat back on the couch. He read the letter Harry had just written. As he finished reading it he looked up at Harry, who gave a weak smile. Ron put his arms round Harry and pulled Harry close to him. Harry dropped his head onto Ron's shoulder and snuggled up close to him. He wondered if his parents ever held him like this, not that they had much of a chance. Everything brought him back to their death. He couldn't think about his parents without thinking about him - Voldemort. Why did everything have to come back to the so-called 'Lord'? Ron leant down and kissed Harry's tears away as Harry fell asleep in Ron's arms.
Please review, cheers!!