To make up for posting the last one really late, I shall now post this one as fast as I can. Sorry, charcoal, I ain't givin' up yet!
Good old Harry Potter! The Boy-Who-Lived, the Man-Who-Defeated, Saint Potter, the Chosen One, the Chosen Boy, Parry Hotter, Undesirable Number One… I'm gonna have loads of trouble finding stuff to criticize you on. Dammit!
Harry moaned, curled up in a ball under his quilt. He was lying in the Gryffindor common room, feeling bad for letting the Quidditch Team down by being in the hospital when he was sick.
Ron trooped up the stairs and saw Harry. He said, concerned, "Hey, what's wrong, mate?"
Harry mumbled, "I let the Quidditch team down…"
Ron flopped on his mattress and yawned, "Yeah, well, we still won the House Cup. Never thought I'd say this, but, who cares about Quidditch now?"
Harry just turned his back to Ron and moaned, "It's all my fault…"
Second Year
Harry stared aimlessly at the fire in the Common Room. Hermione saw him looking depressed and sat down beside him. Gently, she said, "Harry, what's the matter?"
Harry looked up and stared at her. He said, "You got petrified. Because of me."
Hermione sighed and said, "I don't blame you, Harry. The basilisk was terrorizing the whole school. It had to be stopped, and I was just the unlucky one."
Harry looked away and said morosely, "It's my fault you got petrified. You were trying to find out the information for me."
She got up and left, trying to find a way to convince Harry that it was not his fault. He looked after her and sighed, "Now it's my fault that she ran away…"
Third
Harry buried his face in his hands. Ron and Hermione sat down beside him and said, nearly simultaneously, "Harry, NOW what's wrong?"
He groaned. "Professor Lupin is leaving because of me. I led you guys down to Hagrid's, led Hermione down to the Shrieking Shack, got Ron's leg broken and Professor Lupin's secret spilled."
They both got up and went into their respective dormitories. There was nothing they could do when Harry was in his "It's all my fault" mood…
Fourth
Harry unpacked his trunk after arriving up at his dormitory and sighed. It was the beginning of yet another Hogwarts year. And, no doubt, something would happen because of him.
Ron arrived in the dorm and said, "Hey mate, what's…" Then he noticed Harry's expression.
Hermione also came in and started saying, "Harry, we couldn't find you and we…" She, too, saw Harry's face.
Hermione started screaming in frustration. "IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, WHATEVER YOU THINK IT IS! DON'T YOU GET IT? IT'S ALL CHANCE! NOTHING HAPPENED SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE OF YOU! NOW, IT IS YOUR FAULT, BECAUSE WE'RE BOTH SICK OF YOUR "IT'S MY FAULT" ATTITUDE!"
Ron and Hermione stormed out, practically steaming in frustration.
Harry looked after them mournfully and said, "I knew that something my fault would happen."
That was… weirdly tough. And satisfying to rant about Harry's "It's my fault"ness.
See you in an hour! Mark my words, charcoal!