All in Black "Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all"
-William Goldman, The Princess Bride It was the biggest funeral the wizard world had ever known. At least that is what I heard one of the reporters say. I wouldn't doubt it. Everyone I think I ever met was there, and many people I never seen before, I wonder if Harry even knew them. It was the event of the year; reporters swarmed the place, straining to snap photos as important personages entered the field.
It was held on the Quidditch pitch, there wasn't a wizard church in England that could fit everyone. I suppose it was fitting. The Quidditch field was where Harry felt alive, where he could forget his problems and still be a kid. I think he would have liked a small funeral though. Just his close friends, but no one asks a murder for advice.
I sat in the tower where the teachers sat for Quidditch. Everyone else sat down in the field. I was given a pair of special binoculars that not only allowed me to see, but to hear the proceedings. On my right and left sat two guards, wands at ready, shrewdly watching me, as if I was planning on killing the crowd bellow.
I scanned over the audience. There was the teachers, Dumbeldore, Lupin, my family, three people I didn't know, a fat purple faced man, a thin women, and a huge boy who looked about my age. They looked scared, confused, they must have been Harry's Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin. Then there was Hermione, and then, there was the space where I should have been. I was the best friend who should be there next to Hermione. I should be the one dressed in black as she cried into my shoulder. Why did I deserve to have my whole fucking life so completely fucked up! What about Harry his life was fucked up too, he was dead for fucking sake! But as least he was dead he didn't have to be here feeling all this pain knowing that this pain would never end, his pain was over. What the fuck! Harry was not lucky he was dead he deserved to have a life. Fuck Gd! If there is a fucking Gd! Why did he let Harry die! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! And fuck Malfoy who was sitting next to Hermione comforting her in her time of sorrow! I slumped back into the chair. Pain and anger are tiring emotions.
My thoughts move back to my sixth year. I can't control my thoughts any longer. It is if I am watching myself listening in, but not actually the person sitting here on the floor.
It was the next day at school and we were sitting in the Great Hall eating dinner. "We have Quidditch tryouts tomorrow. Do you want to get a little practice in tonight? I'm feeling a little rusty. I haven't played Quidditch in so long. Not since the beginning of the last year," said Harry. His eyes became just a little bigger and brighter when he talked about Quidditch. Harry had been made Quidditch captain this year, and he was taking the job seriously. I knew that Harry wasn't worried that he was getting rusty. Harry had that natural ability. He was ready to play Quidditch before he was ever on a broomstick, before he had even heard of Quidditch. I knew he wanted to practice, because he knew I needed it. I don't think he was worried about losing. Quidditch was important to Harry, but friends came first. Harry's friends were always his top priority. He didn't want me to be embarrassed in front of the Slytherin team. We both remembered only too well the "Weasley is Our King" episode of last year.
So, after dinner Harry and I head out onto the field. "Okay, let's start with some speed flying exercises." Harry and I mounted our brooms and went into the air. We flew to the hoops one side and raced each other to the other side. Harry always beat me.
"Ron, when you lean foreword to speed up bend your head down slightly. It will make you more aerodynamic. You'll fly faster." We raced again and this time I was less behind Harry.
"Good job, Ron. Okay, why don't you go by the goal and I'll try getting some balls into the rings." I flew over by the rings. I stopped almost every ball. Harry tried all kinds of tricks to challenge my saving abilities. I did a really good job of stopping them.
"I'm so hot," said Harry. The weather was really warm and Harry had been flying like a mad man. He took of his shirt and let it go. I watched the white cotton sailed slowly to the grass below. Then I looked back at Harry and I felt a little shiver go up my spine. He really did have a very fit body. I quickly glanced away. "Let's try a couple of more times, and then call it quits for tonight. I'm getting kind of tired"
"Okay." Harry tried a couple more balls and I caught them all. Then we flew back to the ground and got off our brooms. Harry looked up at the sky.
"Look the stars are coming out. They look so bright and beautiful. The stars don't look like this back in London," Harry said still looking up at the sky.
"Yeah, all the pollution." I sat down on the grass and gazed up at the sky. Harry sat down next to me. I glanced over and Harry and I saw he was rubbing his back.
"Does you back hurt"
"Yeah, I guess I just must be out of shape." He didn't look out of shape to me.
"Here let me rub it." I sat behind Harry. I started to put my legs on opposite sides of him, but it seemed too intimate. I ended up sitting back on my heels. My hands touched his warm skin. Slowly rubbing his shoulders.
"Oh, that feels so nice Ron. Where did you learn to give such a good backrub"
"Mum, has back problems so sometimes she can use a massage." My hands moved slowly along down to the middle of his back. It made me so happy that I could do something for Harry. Something that could make him feel better even if it only was a little backrub. Harry was making soft sounds of pleasure as my hands slowly kneaded into his back. Everything seemed so perfect. The stars shinning in the clear black sky. The nice warm weather. And Harry and I. I felt a nice warmth rush over me. I looked down and.shit! Shit! Shit! I was not getting off on giving Harry a massage. My hands stopped rubbing his back.
"Oh, Ron, don't stop. It feels so good"
What was I going to do? The bright starlight was beautiful, but also made it impossible to hide things in it. I got up.
"Last one to the showers is a rotten dragon egg!" I ran as fast as I could to the showers. I crashed into the shower wall and pulled the curtain behind me, just as Harry came panting in behind me.
"Guess I'm a rotten egg," said Harry slightly out of breath. I laughed. I heard a soft click of metal and turned towards Harry looking at him through the crack between the shower curtain and the wall. He was undoing his belt. He pulled it through the belt loops and dropped it down on the bench by the showers. He undid the button on his pants and unzipped the fly. He then stepped back and I wasn't able to see him any more. I noticed I was breathing fast, and I didn't think it was from running. I pulled off my clothes and threw them over the curtain. I turned on the water, cold, and leaned back into the refreshing water. I had to get a hold of myself. What was wrong with me? I heard the sound of the shower curtain opening and closing and the sound of rushing water. This couldn't be normal. I was going to have to go talk to that guy tomorrow.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and keep reviewing.
-William Goldman, The Princess Bride It was the biggest funeral the wizard world had ever known. At least that is what I heard one of the reporters say. I wouldn't doubt it. Everyone I think I ever met was there, and many people I never seen before, I wonder if Harry even knew them. It was the event of the year; reporters swarmed the place, straining to snap photos as important personages entered the field.
It was held on the Quidditch pitch, there wasn't a wizard church in England that could fit everyone. I suppose it was fitting. The Quidditch field was where Harry felt alive, where he could forget his problems and still be a kid. I think he would have liked a small funeral though. Just his close friends, but no one asks a murder for advice.
I sat in the tower where the teachers sat for Quidditch. Everyone else sat down in the field. I was given a pair of special binoculars that not only allowed me to see, but to hear the proceedings. On my right and left sat two guards, wands at ready, shrewdly watching me, as if I was planning on killing the crowd bellow.
I scanned over the audience. There was the teachers, Dumbeldore, Lupin, my family, three people I didn't know, a fat purple faced man, a thin women, and a huge boy who looked about my age. They looked scared, confused, they must have been Harry's Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin. Then there was Hermione, and then, there was the space where I should have been. I was the best friend who should be there next to Hermione. I should be the one dressed in black as she cried into my shoulder. Why did I deserve to have my whole fucking life so completely fucked up! What about Harry his life was fucked up too, he was dead for fucking sake! But as least he was dead he didn't have to be here feeling all this pain knowing that this pain would never end, his pain was over. What the fuck! Harry was not lucky he was dead he deserved to have a life. Fuck Gd! If there is a fucking Gd! Why did he let Harry die! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! And fuck Malfoy who was sitting next to Hermione comforting her in her time of sorrow! I slumped back into the chair. Pain and anger are tiring emotions.
My thoughts move back to my sixth year. I can't control my thoughts any longer. It is if I am watching myself listening in, but not actually the person sitting here on the floor.
It was the next day at school and we were sitting in the Great Hall eating dinner. "We have Quidditch tryouts tomorrow. Do you want to get a little practice in tonight? I'm feeling a little rusty. I haven't played Quidditch in so long. Not since the beginning of the last year," said Harry. His eyes became just a little bigger and brighter when he talked about Quidditch. Harry had been made Quidditch captain this year, and he was taking the job seriously. I knew that Harry wasn't worried that he was getting rusty. Harry had that natural ability. He was ready to play Quidditch before he was ever on a broomstick, before he had even heard of Quidditch. I knew he wanted to practice, because he knew I needed it. I don't think he was worried about losing. Quidditch was important to Harry, but friends came first. Harry's friends were always his top priority. He didn't want me to be embarrassed in front of the Slytherin team. We both remembered only too well the "Weasley is Our King" episode of last year.
So, after dinner Harry and I head out onto the field. "Okay, let's start with some speed flying exercises." Harry and I mounted our brooms and went into the air. We flew to the hoops one side and raced each other to the other side. Harry always beat me.
"Ron, when you lean foreword to speed up bend your head down slightly. It will make you more aerodynamic. You'll fly faster." We raced again and this time I was less behind Harry.
"Good job, Ron. Okay, why don't you go by the goal and I'll try getting some balls into the rings." I flew over by the rings. I stopped almost every ball. Harry tried all kinds of tricks to challenge my saving abilities. I did a really good job of stopping them.
"I'm so hot," said Harry. The weather was really warm and Harry had been flying like a mad man. He took of his shirt and let it go. I watched the white cotton sailed slowly to the grass below. Then I looked back at Harry and I felt a little shiver go up my spine. He really did have a very fit body. I quickly glanced away. "Let's try a couple of more times, and then call it quits for tonight. I'm getting kind of tired"
"Okay." Harry tried a couple more balls and I caught them all. Then we flew back to the ground and got off our brooms. Harry looked up at the sky.
"Look the stars are coming out. They look so bright and beautiful. The stars don't look like this back in London," Harry said still looking up at the sky.
"Yeah, all the pollution." I sat down on the grass and gazed up at the sky. Harry sat down next to me. I glanced over and Harry and I saw he was rubbing his back.
"Does you back hurt"
"Yeah, I guess I just must be out of shape." He didn't look out of shape to me.
"Here let me rub it." I sat behind Harry. I started to put my legs on opposite sides of him, but it seemed too intimate. I ended up sitting back on my heels. My hands touched his warm skin. Slowly rubbing his shoulders.
"Oh, that feels so nice Ron. Where did you learn to give such a good backrub"
"Mum, has back problems so sometimes she can use a massage." My hands moved slowly along down to the middle of his back. It made me so happy that I could do something for Harry. Something that could make him feel better even if it only was a little backrub. Harry was making soft sounds of pleasure as my hands slowly kneaded into his back. Everything seemed so perfect. The stars shinning in the clear black sky. The nice warm weather. And Harry and I. I felt a nice warmth rush over me. I looked down and.shit! Shit! Shit! I was not getting off on giving Harry a massage. My hands stopped rubbing his back.
"Oh, Ron, don't stop. It feels so good"
What was I going to do? The bright starlight was beautiful, but also made it impossible to hide things in it. I got up.
"Last one to the showers is a rotten dragon egg!" I ran as fast as I could to the showers. I crashed into the shower wall and pulled the curtain behind me, just as Harry came panting in behind me.
"Guess I'm a rotten egg," said Harry slightly out of breath. I laughed. I heard a soft click of metal and turned towards Harry looking at him through the crack between the shower curtain and the wall. He was undoing his belt. He pulled it through the belt loops and dropped it down on the bench by the showers. He undid the button on his pants and unzipped the fly. He then stepped back and I wasn't able to see him any more. I noticed I was breathing fast, and I didn't think it was from running. I pulled off my clothes and threw them over the curtain. I turned on the water, cold, and leaned back into the refreshing water. I had to get a hold of myself. What was wrong with me? I heard the sound of the shower curtain opening and closing and the sound of rushing water. This couldn't be normal. I was going to have to go talk to that guy tomorrow.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and keep reviewing.
