What's a Riddle?

George

Feeling the alcohol soar through your veins is the perfect way to prepare yourself for hell the next day. And no, I'm not talking about a hangover. I'm talking about Harry's one thousandth..maybe two thousandth. See I don't even know how many plans he's had to defeat his parents killer. I've lost track. That's how many..that's how bad it is. If you were to walk into my room right now. You'd probably think I'm depressed, and think I'm drinking myself to death. That's why I lock my dorm every time Harry has a new plan. I know I'm not going with him this time, which is a big fucking relief. But I'm worried for everyone he's going to drag down with him. He's going to drag them down the pits of hell. That's what everyone thinks when Harry forces them to go to some stupid place to find Voldemort. They know the chances of them being dragged to the pits of death are high. But some fucking way, Harry finds a way to save us all.
    Before I could finish my bottle of Whiskey. Hermione stormed into my room which made me choke on the remaining alcohol. "Are you drinking?" "I don't need to tell you my reason." "You do realize in about six hours you, and your brother have to watch over the school?" "Oh I know. I just like to let loose before all hell breaks loose." "You're not the one who is going to risk their lives in a few hours." "But I know someone will either die, or get badly hurt. And once it happens. Everything will go wrong from that." "How do you know that for sure?" "Why does it matter if I know it for sure? I never told you I was one hundred percent sure. I just told you I have a feeling." "Well drinking yourself to death isn't going to help you." "I'm not drinking myself to death. I'm only having one bottle." "Really?"
Hermione points her finger to one side of the desk, and when I turned I saw four empty whiskey bottles. I drank all those? "Holy shit!" "Yeah." Hermione walks up to me, and grabs the bottle of whiskey from my hands. "I wish you found healthier ways to deal with your stress." "I really try, but it's best if I do this." "No. It's not. Now get some sleep. Harry told me to tell you that he "expects perfect protection from the both of you." "Jesus Christ. It's like he's a boss of war and bloodshed." "He might as well be."
Hermione brought me to my feet, and helped me into bed. "Get some motherfucking sleep." "Fine. I'm drunk so it'll be easier to pass out." "What a lovely thought process." "I know right..oh, wait. You're being mean." "Yes!" She slams the door so much that it might has well have taken a few books off my bookshelf.
    I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep, and I could hear some of the others in the Gryffindor common room blasting music by the fire. Obviously idiots are throwing a party because they believe everything is alright. And I only went to those pathetic parties because I wouldn't want others to think I was a boring piece of shit. I always wanted to seem exciting to everyone who's ever crossed my path. My brother and I are supposed to be the fun prankster party brothers. We can't just become boring or else people will think we would leave Hogwarts. Which we might based on everything that's happening. We don't want to see Hogwarts fall down to ashes in front of us. He and I both know it would destroy us. And we would carry that for the rest of our lives. We know it would be impossible for us to let it go. But we also can't decline Harry, because we know he's trying to save Hogwarts. Even though he drives Fred, and I up the wall. We don't want to risk Hogwarts dying right before our eyes. It would be too much.