Letters Misplaced
He sat there looking longingly after Trissin for a while. He thought half-heartedly of going to class, but he decided against it. At that exact moment, Filch slammed open the door, causing several owls to screech loudly in protest.
"You," he spat. "You are to come and see the Headmaster right now." He fixed Harry with a malicious grin before shuffling out again. Harry hauled himself out and down the stairs. He trudged to Dumbledore's office, knocked and waited. Dumbledore opened it.
"Ah, Harry. Mr. Filch found you, I see. Come in and sit down."
Harry did so without any real conviction.
"I want to talk to you about Hermione," Dumbledore continued tentatively. He had been on the receiving end of some of Harry's worse tantrums. It didn't seem today would be any different.
"Yeah, well, maybe you do, but you see I don't, so I don't give a shit what you try to tell me," he snarled. Dumbledore sighed. This was going to be a long day.
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Remus Lupin sat in the kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place, drinking a bottle of Butterbeer, when he heard the most peculiar scratching noise to his left. He looked up and saw a black owl hooting madly outside in the bitter wind. He hastened to open the window for it, and as it flew past him, he recognised it as Harry's owl, Trissin. Trissin landed on the table and stuck out his leg. Lupin took the letter attached and poured some Butterbeer into a saucer for the owl. He looked at the owl and said "You really are an amazingly fast owl, aren't you? You've only just left!" Trissin hooted gleefully. Lupin unrolled the parchment and read:
I feel like shit Remus. I just found out the worst thing possible. I'm losing another close friend. I suppose I should probably tell you – I'm thinking of trying to find Sirius, so to speak. You know what I mean. What do I do?
Harry.
Lupin gasped. Harry wouldn't – would he?
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Ron was still sitting staring into the common room fire two hours later, and surprisingly no one had come looking to see why he wasn't in class. Harry hadn't returned either, and Ron didn't really care. He felt so low, so depressed that had it not been for the heat from the fire, he would have sworn there was a Dementor around. Ron drifted into an uneasy sleep, filled with nightmares about life without Hermione. He jerked awake when Trissin flew in through the window and onto his knee. Ron smiled grimly at him, and looked out at the sky. It had to be at least four in the morning. He removed the letter attached to the owls leg. He'd give it to Harry later, whenever he saw him next. Then he was hit with a burst of curiosity – what harm can it do? he thought. Slowly he unravelled the scroll and looked down at it.
Harry
I beg you DO NOT kill yourself, I don't know what's going on up there but whatever you do don't end your life like this. One friend lost is not enough for you to forget all the other ones you have. Please wait until this is over. The pain will go away.
Remus
Ron looked up, horrified. He had to find Harry. If Harry left too – who knew what he might do?
A/N: sorry the chapter is so short evry1 I was real tired, hence the bad writing and lack of reality. Thank you to sballuvr who is my most constant reviewer for this story. Well then again thanx to all my other reviewers too.