A drop of Rain… Sea of Change
Disclaimer. JK Rowling owns all rights to the characters, I'm just borrowing them, and making no money off this at all. Alright, this is possible SLASH. Meaning two guys romantically involved. Meaning kissing, hugging, and generally being couple like. No one is making you read anything, and this warning gives you plenty time to hit the back button. If the rating goes up, I'll put it up at the beginning of a chapter, in bold, and italics, and underlined. Flames will be printed off and shown to my friends, and we'll have a jolly good time laughing at them, while creative criticism will be greatly appreciated. And now, onto the story.
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Harry sat on the Gryffindor Quidditch stand, his tears mixing with the rain. He couldn't take it anymore. He had been pushed past the breaking point and now sat there, numb with both the cold and pain. They had pushed and pushed him, expecting greatness, expecting superhuman powers. Something he didn't have.
Oh, how he wanted someone to see past Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, The Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die and just see him, Harry. He wanted someone to understand, they all pretended they understood, but they pushed him forward. nonetheless.
Albus, who you would have thought that he'd understand, kept playing mind games and planting ideas in Harry's mind, making him think they were his own. Making him feel that he couldn't keep up with their expectations. Making him try harder, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge.
And Ron and Hermione, who claimed to be his friends, didn't see him when he was hurting. Who didn't ask what was wrong when Harry was quiet, they were too absorbed in themselves to notice little old Harry. They had gotten together in their 5th year, and since then, hadn't had much time for him.
The few who noticed him were Malfoy and Snape, but to Malfoy he was just someone to torment. And Snape only paid attention to deduct points from the Golden Boy. They would notice if he were gone, they would notice because they would have to find a new favorite pastime.
Harry looked down at his bared fore arms, seeing the trails of blood trickling down and mixing with the rain. He didn't care anymore. He'd done what they wanted, when they said jump, he said how high. Now, it was time for him. He was giving up everything, praying that no one would find him and save him, praying someone would come.
A tempest of feelings roiled about inside of Harry. Swirling, forming eddies in his mind. The same thoughts danced before him, 'You've failed', 'You can't do anything right', 'You've failed the world', 'Freak'.
A crash of lightning temporarily interrupted his thoughts. He turned his face to the sky. He'd lost his glasses earlier, and everything was a beautiful blend of dark swirling colours interrupted by brief flashes of light. 'Oh Gods,' Harry thought, 'I'm lost.' And the thoughts crashed back into him.
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Sorry it's short. I've got a bit more written, but not quite enough to post and I'd like to know what people think of the idea.. I know people don't like reviewing, but even a simple "Hey, good story, I liked . Write more!" Would work very well. Especially if you guys could help me figure out where to go with this. And I'm looking for a possible beta. E-mail me if you're interested. Tata.
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