A/N: Hey everyone, back again. terribly sorry if it doesn't make quite enough sense or anything. And sorry it took so long, I went to the coast.
Disclaimer: We been thru this before, I don't own anything cept the characters of Sarah and Raechel.
Harry woke up at three in the morning after a particularly rough nightmare. He had no wish to go back to sleep, so he sat awake on his bed, staring out the window, trying to see stars through the gaps between the dark clouds. At six o'clock, he got up and went down to the common room. He thought of staying there and sitting by the warmth of the fire, but instead went down to the Great Hall for some breakfast. No-one else was there yet, not that he'd expected them to be, and he sat poking at his cereal.
Being the negative kinda guy that he was, he was already wondering what he'd done wrong, who else she might like, what his friends would say to him when they saw him. So at eight thirty, when they started to arrive in the hall, he was already dreading the day ahead.
Lavender was the first to arrive. She saw Harry down at the end of the table and ran over to him. She hugged him so tight Harry thought his lungs might burst before she let go.
"Please don't," she whispered shakily. Harry hugged her again, hoping that they wouldn't all be like this.
They were. Sarah came next. She, too, came and hugged him tightly, but she cried a little onto his shoulder as well. Harry was unnerved by the reactions he was receiving.
It didn't get any better. Hermione and Parvati had apparently both been in tears the previous night, and it seemed like they almost were again when he saw them on his way to his first class.
Harry was really starting to freak out. He'd had no idea he mattered that much to them, but at the time all he cared about was the fact that he no longer had Raechel to hold, to show that he was still a human, and that he still deserved to be alive. All he wanted to do was to jump out that window and soar away to a place where he could still have her in his arms.
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Throughout the day, Harry didn't even try to do any work. Raechel's face would not leave his mind, just like the pain of the break up would not leave his heart, or what was left of it. Every mealtime he would sit and watch his friends eat, whilst devouring nothing himself. They fussed over him, kept asking if he was alright. This annoyed him. Of course he wasn't alright.
Just before lunch that day, he saw Ron with an owl and a note. He crept up behind Ron and read it over his shoulder. It was to Raechel, saying that – he liked her.
Harry cracked. "What the hell, Ron!"
Ron turned around. "What?"
"I just saw what you wrote on there! I was right, you only wanted a shot at her! Fuck you, man!"
He walked off, fuming on the outside, but dying on the inside. His friend had betrayed him.
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Harry was in History of Magic the next day, staring out the window, when Professor McGonagall came to get him from class. He slung his bag over his shoulder and followed her out of the room. She took him into Professor Binns' office down the hall, and closed the door behind them.
"Take a seat, Potter." He sat. "There are a group of students down in my office that are somewhat upset – to put it very mildly – and have informed me that you are considering taking your life."
Harry remained silent, but inside he was screaming at them. Why had they told someone?
"You know that this school takes that sort of thing very seriously, and if one of our students were to do that, I for one would feel very responsible for it."
"But it wouldn't be your fault, Professor," Harry protested.
"But it would feel like it, Potter." She looked at him sternly. "Why don't you come and talk to them. They're all very worried."
Harry followed her down to the second floor, where her office was located, and stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was that Ron was there. Acting like he cared, pretending to do something so as to make himself look better for Raechel. The second thing was that three of the four girls also there were in tears again. He stalked across the room without looking at any of them, threw his bag down, and sat in a chair slightly separated from the others.
He listened vaguely while they tried to talk to him, Professor McGonagall leading the interrogations, and occasionally answered a question half-heartedly. He really didn't feel like talking right then, especially with Ron pretending like he was. In the end they gave up, and all the girls gave him hugs before leaving. Harry sat back in his chair. How could this possibly get any worse?
A/N: Hey guys, please keep the reviews coming in, I am all over the place right now, so if ur wanting to flame me, plz just tell me nicely that u didn't like it, why not, and how I can fix it. Thanks.
