FIC--Wallowing in Self-Pity
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ficsbydeenasI started this a few weeks ago and wanted to get it posted and nearly finished by Saturday. This is a bit different for me in that things are not all happiness and roses. Please, leave me your opinions and criticism. It's always appreciated.
Title: Wallowing in Self-pity
Chapter: Prologue
Chapter Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/OFC
Pairing: Harry/OFC, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
Summary: Too many things have gone wrong. Too many people have suffered, even though the battle is won. A self-imposed exile is all he thinks he deserves.
PROLOGUE
The rain pelted them and the ground as they ran out of the Forbidden Forest, five Death Eaters on their heels. Harry looked around to make sure that Ron and Hermione were okay. Hermione had a gash above her eye, blood flowing freely down the side of her cheek and neck. Ron ran with a significant limp and kept clutching his side, grimacing as he ran.
"You okay, mate?" Harry called. Ron turned his head and nodded and sped up toward the clearing. The three of them ran as fast as they could through the dimly lit forest, sounds of Death Eaters behind them.
As the forest cleared, they saw the images of Bill, Charlie and Tonks waiting for them with the Gringotts' dragon. Charlie waved his arm, urging them to hurry up. Hermione was the first to arrive and leapt onto the dragon's tail, climbing up to sit behind Tonks. Harry stopped at the dragon's feet and waited for Ron.
Slow seconds passed as they waited for Ron. He should have been there by now, Harry surmised and was just about ready to run back into the forest when a flash of red exploded into the sky, followed by a series of shouts that curdled Harry's blood.
"RON!" Harry shouted as he began to make his way toward the forest.
A black form emerged and quickly set Harry's mind at ease. His relief didn't last long once he noticed that Ron was holding his arm at an odd angle. Harry set off the help him and just before he got to Ron, all the air in his lungs seemed to be sucked out of his lungs and bile rose in his throat.
Ron was carrying his right arm in his left.
"RONNNNN!”
Harry shot up, sweat dripping off his forehead, nearly hyperventilating as he breathed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, to a sitting position. He felt someone touch his shoulder and he quickly brushed it off, scared that he was still caught in the nightmare.
"Harry…"
He looked to his right and squinted at the blurry form of the person on his left.
"Harry, it's okay."
He stared at her for a moment, processing the scene before him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and blinked.
"Yeah…I'll, I'll be okay, Claire." He fell against the pillows behind him and watched as Claire lay down next to him, curling herself against him. "What day is it?"
"Shh, baby, it's okay," she answered, stroking his sweat-soaked chest.
It wasn't the first time Harry had nightmares like this, and every time, Claire tried to sooth him with her touch. At first, she was able to calm him rather easily. But in the past few weeks, the nightmares became more frequent, more horrific, and it took longer to calm him down.
"No, it's bloody well not okay! What day is it?" Harry shouted at her, making her jump.
Claire moved away from him and looked at the clock. "Well, it's now Thursday morning, love."
"No! The date! What's the bloody date?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently.
"Stop it!"
He immediately released her and she fell against the bed. Keeping her eyes on him, Claire moved to the edge of the bed and got off to gather her clothing, which was strewn across the floor.
"Claire…Claire, I'm sorry!"
"Harry, there are things you're not telling me and I don't like it one bit! Who's Ron? You screamed his name again. And there's been Hermione and Ginny. Who ARE they?" She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and stepped into her jeans. "Harry, answer me!"
"They…they…What day is it?" he asked again, desperate for an answer. He watched as she stomped toward the door of the bedroom.
"Harry, it's March first!"
The door slammed and she was gone.
Title: Wallowing in Self-pity
Chapter: Prologue
Chapter Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/OFC
Pairing: Harry/OFC, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
Summary: Too many things have gone wrong. Too many people have suffered, even though the battle is won. A self-imposed exile is all he thinks he deserves.
The rain pelted them and the ground as they ran out of the Forbidden Forest, five Death Eaters on their heels. Harry looked around to make sure that Ron and Hermione were okay. Hermione had a gash above her eye, blood flowing freely down the side of her cheek and neck. Ron ran with a significant limp and kept clutching his side, grimacing as he ran.
"You okay, mate?" Harry called. Ron turned his head and nodded and sped up toward the clearing. The three of them ran as fast as they could through the dimly lit forest, sounds of Death Eaters behind them.
As the forest cleared, they saw the images of Bill, Charlie and Tonks waiting for them with the Gringotts' dragon. Charlie waved his arm, urging them to hurry up. Hermione was the first to arrive and leapt onto the dragon's tail, climbing up to sit behind Tonks. Harry stopped at the dragon's feet and waited for Ron.
Slow seconds passed as they waited for Ron. He should have been there by now, Harry surmised and was just about ready to run back into the forest when a flash of red exploded into the sky, followed by a series of shouts that curdled Harry's blood.
"RON!" Harry shouted as he began to make his way toward the forest.
A black form emerged and quickly set Harry's mind at ease. His relief didn't last long once he noticed that Ron was holding his arm at an odd angle. Harry set off the help him and just before he got to Ron, all the air in his lungs seemed to be sucked out of his lungs and bile rose in his throat.
Ron was carrying his right arm in his left.
"RONNNNN!”
Harry shot up, sweat dripping off his forehead, nearly hyperventilating as he breathed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, to a sitting position. He felt someone touch his shoulder and he quickly brushed it off, scared that he was still caught in the nightmare.
"Harry…"
He looked to his right and squinted at the blurry form of the person on his left.
"Harry, it's okay."
He stared at her for a moment, processing the scene before him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and blinked.
"Yeah…I'll, I'll be okay, Claire." He fell against the pillows behind him and watched as Claire lay down next to him, curling herself against him. "What day is it?"
"Shh, baby, it's okay," she answered, stroking his sweat-soaked chest.
It wasn't the first time Harry had nightmares like this, and every time, Claire tried to sooth him with her touch. At first, she was able to calm him rather easily. But in the past few weeks, the nightmares became more frequent, more horrific, and it took longer to calm him down.
"No, it's bloody well not okay! What day is it?" Harry shouted at her, making her jump.
Claire moved away from him and looked at the clock. "Well, it's now Thursday morning, love."
"No! The date! What's the bloody date?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently.
"Stop it!"
He immediately released her and she fell against the bed. Keeping her eyes on him, Claire moved to the edge of the bed and got off to gather her clothing, which was strewn across the floor.
"Claire…Claire, I'm sorry!"
"Harry, there are things you're not telling me and I don't like it one bit! Who's Ron? You screamed his name again. And there's been Hermione and Ginny. Who ARE they?" She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and stepped into her jeans. "Harry, answer me!"
"They…they…What day is it?" he asked again, desperate for an answer. He watched as she stomped toward the door of the bedroom.
"Harry, it's March first!"
The door slammed and she was gone.
