Angry Rants:
Hey all!
Sorry the update took so long, TEOTD is being a brat.
I've had this done for a while now...
I don't own HP.
You can read the story now:
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To say Hermione and Ron waited patiently while Madam Pomfrey examined their best friend would be a lie, however they did wait, due to a threat of violence against them made by the adult. As soon as the nurse left the room Ron and Hermione hurried to Harry's bedside and demanded an explanation.
"What the bloody hell possessed you?" were Ron's precise words.
"Voldemort," Harry said darkly. "He's the only bastard who wants to kill me."
"But how? He wasn't near here! He couldn't be, Dumbledore would never let him," Ron said slightly panicked.
"Through my bloody scar how else?" Harry spat. "The fucking bastard thought it would be FUN to make me take my own damned life."
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"Would YOU be alright after nearly being killed and having people think you tried to kill yourself?" Harry demanded venting anger towards his friends.
"Sorry," Hermione said casting her eyes downwards. "Stupid question."
"You can say that again," Harry snapped. "Damn it… Malfoy must be having a bleeding field day."
"He doesn't know," Ron said.
"None of the students know," Hermione elaborated. "Only some of the teachers do."
"Which teachers?" Harry demanded looking at his friends sharply.
"Dumbledore, McGollangal, Flitwick, Sprout, and…" Ron trailed off.
"And who?" Harry asked.
"Snape," Hermione said.
"SNAPE knows???" Harry demanded.
"He was the one that found you," Hermione said softly.
"SNAPE was the one who found me?" Harry moaned. "He'll taunt me about this until I get out of school. HELL! Forget school! He'll haunt me until I die because that bastard would become a ghost just to see me suffer!"
"But you didn't do it! You-Know-Who did. He can't say anything to you without making Dumbledore really ticked off!" Ron protested.
"Besides, it would be really, really cruel to taunt you about it, especially since you didn't want to try… to…" Hermione trailed off.
"Kill myself. As if I'd escape Voldemort all those times just to take my own miserable life. Idiots," Harry muttered.
Silence reigned for a few minutes while Hermione fiddled with her thumbs, Ron fidgeted, and Harry tried to calm down. Finally Harry saying, "I must not have been unconscious for long if the school doesn't know yet", broke the silence.
"Um actually, you've been in a coma for a while," Hermione said.
"How long?" Harry asked.
"Around two weeks," Ron supplied.
"TWO WEEKS?" Harry shouted. Madam Pomfrey heard this exclamation and promised to sedate Harry if he didn't calm down from the other room. He whispered furiously, "Two weeks? I've been out two weeks?"
Hermione nodded while Ron said, "We've been with you since the day they told us, and the students haven't seen hide nor hair of us since then. Remus says there are a million rumours flying around, but none of them are close to the truth."
"You guys haven't even gone to classes?" Harry asked his question directed at Hermione.
"Of course not!" she replied indignantly. "Our best friend was unconscious no one knew when he was going to wake up and we weren't going to let him wake up to only Madam Pomfrey's nagging!"
"Its not like the teachers let us slack off though," Ron put in bitterly. "We still had to do homework and Remus was tutoring us. I swear I think Snape was trying to torture us with some of those essays he had us do."
"Lupin doesn't believe me. The damned werewolf doesn't believe me!" Harry said softly. "Was he happy that I supposedly tried to kill myself? Because he seemed convinced that I did. You would think that he would want to believe any alternative."
"Oh no Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Nothing like that! He was a wreck the entire time. You have to understand this has been hard on all of us. Maybe he just was thinking that if he let hope rise he'd get hurt again."
"You should have heard him that first night," Ron put in. "He kept saying how he couldn't believe he had failed someone else."
"He still doesn't believe me!" Harry spat. "And what about Dumbledore? HE doesn't believe me either! The bleeding headmaster thinks that I tried to kill myself! He knows what he fucking told me last year! Right after fucking Lestrange killed Sirius! Right after Bastard-mort tried to kill me again! AND HE THINKS that I would do something like this? Doesn't the ruddy idiot know me after five bleeding years here?"
Ron and Hermione stayed quiet not meeting Harry's eyes after his rant. Silence took over the room once again until Harry and Ron got into a strained conversation about Quidditch. After lunch Madam Pomfrey came in and told the students that Harry needed to sleep some more, and gave him a potion. As soon as Harry was asleep, Hermione and Ron started up a conversation concerning their unconscious friend.
"He's different," Hermione said softly. "I've never heard him swear so much before."
"Even Fred and George don't have that foul of mouths!" Ron agreed. "And even if they tried to match Harry's display mum would break cauldrons over their heads."
"Do you believe his story?" Hermione asked, her eyes pleading for the truth.
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed. "Why else would he be so ticked off?"
"I don't know," Hermione said slowly. "He seemed to go on and on about people not trusting his story. If it were me I'd focus mainly on thinking of ways to get back at Voldemort."
Ron cringed and hissed, "Don't say his name!"
"Honestly Ron! Harry and I say why can't you?" Hermione snapped.
"You didn't grow up fearing his name," Ron replied.
Madam Pomfrey walked into the room and gave them reproving glares which sent them back into the silence that seemed to enjoy that room.
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AN: PLEASE REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!!
Hey all!
Sorry the update took so long, TEOTD is being a brat.
I've had this done for a while now...
I don't own HP.
You can read the story now:
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To say Hermione and Ron waited patiently while Madam Pomfrey examined their best friend would be a lie, however they did wait, due to a threat of violence against them made by the adult. As soon as the nurse left the room Ron and Hermione hurried to Harry's bedside and demanded an explanation.
"What the bloody hell possessed you?" were Ron's precise words.
"Voldemort," Harry said darkly. "He's the only bastard who wants to kill me."
"But how? He wasn't near here! He couldn't be, Dumbledore would never let him," Ron said slightly panicked.
"Through my bloody scar how else?" Harry spat. "The fucking bastard thought it would be FUN to make me take my own damned life."
"Are you alright?" Hermione asked uncertainly.
"Would YOU be alright after nearly being killed and having people think you tried to kill yourself?" Harry demanded venting anger towards his friends.
"Sorry," Hermione said casting her eyes downwards. "Stupid question."
"You can say that again," Harry snapped. "Damn it… Malfoy must be having a bleeding field day."
"He doesn't know," Ron said.
"None of the students know," Hermione elaborated. "Only some of the teachers do."
"Which teachers?" Harry demanded looking at his friends sharply.
"Dumbledore, McGollangal, Flitwick, Sprout, and…" Ron trailed off.
"And who?" Harry asked.
"Snape," Hermione said.
"SNAPE knows???" Harry demanded.
"He was the one that found you," Hermione said softly.
"SNAPE was the one who found me?" Harry moaned. "He'll taunt me about this until I get out of school. HELL! Forget school! He'll haunt me until I die because that bastard would become a ghost just to see me suffer!"
"But you didn't do it! You-Know-Who did. He can't say anything to you without making Dumbledore really ticked off!" Ron protested.
"Besides, it would be really, really cruel to taunt you about it, especially since you didn't want to try… to…" Hermione trailed off.
"Kill myself. As if I'd escape Voldemort all those times just to take my own miserable life. Idiots," Harry muttered.
Silence reigned for a few minutes while Hermione fiddled with her thumbs, Ron fidgeted, and Harry tried to calm down. Finally Harry saying, "I must not have been unconscious for long if the school doesn't know yet", broke the silence.
"Um actually, you've been in a coma for a while," Hermione said.
"How long?" Harry asked.
"Around two weeks," Ron supplied.
"TWO WEEKS?" Harry shouted. Madam Pomfrey heard this exclamation and promised to sedate Harry if he didn't calm down from the other room. He whispered furiously, "Two weeks? I've been out two weeks?"
Hermione nodded while Ron said, "We've been with you since the day they told us, and the students haven't seen hide nor hair of us since then. Remus says there are a million rumours flying around, but none of them are close to the truth."
"You guys haven't even gone to classes?" Harry asked his question directed at Hermione.
"Of course not!" she replied indignantly. "Our best friend was unconscious no one knew when he was going to wake up and we weren't going to let him wake up to only Madam Pomfrey's nagging!"
"Its not like the teachers let us slack off though," Ron put in bitterly. "We still had to do homework and Remus was tutoring us. I swear I think Snape was trying to torture us with some of those essays he had us do."
"Lupin doesn't believe me. The damned werewolf doesn't believe me!" Harry said softly. "Was he happy that I supposedly tried to kill myself? Because he seemed convinced that I did. You would think that he would want to believe any alternative."
"Oh no Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Nothing like that! He was a wreck the entire time. You have to understand this has been hard on all of us. Maybe he just was thinking that if he let hope rise he'd get hurt again."
"You should have heard him that first night," Ron put in. "He kept saying how he couldn't believe he had failed someone else."
"He still doesn't believe me!" Harry spat. "And what about Dumbledore? HE doesn't believe me either! The bleeding headmaster thinks that I tried to kill myself! He knows what he fucking told me last year! Right after fucking Lestrange killed Sirius! Right after Bastard-mort tried to kill me again! AND HE THINKS that I would do something like this? Doesn't the ruddy idiot know me after five bleeding years here?"
Ron and Hermione stayed quiet not meeting Harry's eyes after his rant. Silence took over the room once again until Harry and Ron got into a strained conversation about Quidditch. After lunch Madam Pomfrey came in and told the students that Harry needed to sleep some more, and gave him a potion. As soon as Harry was asleep, Hermione and Ron started up a conversation concerning their unconscious friend.
"He's different," Hermione said softly. "I've never heard him swear so much before."
"Even Fred and George don't have that foul of mouths!" Ron agreed. "And even if they tried to match Harry's display mum would break cauldrons over their heads."
"Do you believe his story?" Hermione asked, her eyes pleading for the truth.
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed. "Why else would he be so ticked off?"
"I don't know," Hermione said slowly. "He seemed to go on and on about people not trusting his story. If it were me I'd focus mainly on thinking of ways to get back at Voldemort."
Ron cringed and hissed, "Don't say his name!"
"Honestly Ron! Harry and I say why can't you?" Hermione snapped.
"You didn't grow up fearing his name," Ron replied.
Madam Pomfrey walked into the room and gave them reproving glares which sent them back into the silence that seemed to enjoy that room.
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AN: PLEASE REMEMBER TO REVIEW!!!