Authors note: Hello my friends :)
I have this weird thing where I can only write while listening to music, but it can't be any type of music it has to be specific artists or songs, most of the time the music that helps me write depends on the type of the story I'm writing, for example, with this story I listen to music that isn't necessarily sad but isn't happy either, like some songs by Conan Gray and stuff idk.
I don't own the HP universe.
Have a lovely day!
Harry lay in the hospital bed humming a rather odd but sad sounding melody.
"Do you think he's gone mad?" Hermione whispered to a confused looking Ron. "Maybe." Ron whispered back.
Harry, however, was oblivious to the conversation happening around him; he was too caught up in his thoughts, though those didn't make much sense anyhow. They went something like this:
'Dreaming, it's all a dream, not real, or dead, maybe I'm dead.'
"Harry?" Hermione's timid voice brought him back to his surroundings.
"Hm?" He hummed.
"You alright?" Ron asked, glancing at Hermione and then back at Harry.
Harry didn't answer he just stared out the window looking helplessly bored.
"All alone." He muttered almost inaudibly.
"Well, we're here, so not really." Ron told him, quickly turning to Hermione as if to make sure she hadn't disappeared.
"Tom's all alone." Harry stated, sounding as though he was trying to prove a point.
"H-how do you know?" Hermione asked nervously.
"He told me so."
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