Harry Potter short story's

Streaming tears

Harry still couldn't believe that he had to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

He really didn't want to, he would rather watch Cedric, Fleur and Krum do the assignments and enjoy them from the sidelines with his friends.

Harry was sure that if his name hadn't come out of the cup, he and Ron would still friends.

He still couldn't believe that Ron got that mad at him. Did Ron really thought he wanted to participate? The assignments he was forced to do were going to be very dangerous, and if he could have chosen himself, he wouldn't have done them.

So, now without Ron, Harry was wandering around the school on his own. Sometimes Hermione joined him, but she was often with Ron as well.

That day, after his last class, Harry walked towards the grounds.

The weather wasn't very nice, but he didn't really mind, there were more important things than cold weather in his head.

While Harry was still walking through the corridors, he suddenly heard someone yelling at him.

'Oi, Potter! Feeling happy, wandering around all alone?'

Harry turned around. At the other side of the corridor there were a few Slytherins standing against the wall. He didn't know their names, but they definitely didn't seem very nice.

Feeling his anger come up, he turned around again and just ignored them.

But they were already shouting at him once again, 'That wasn't what you expected, huh? You thought everyone would honor you as a hero, but they didn't, so now our famous Harry Potter is wandering around wallowing in self pity, isn't he?'

They laughed and Harry felt his anger get even worse, but he tried to not pay attention to it and he walked away.

Then one of the Slytherins yelled another time, 'Going to walk away and cry by your mother now? Oh wait, your mother is dead.'

And as Harry heard his mother being mentioned, he lost it all.

He felt the tears coming up and blinked a few times to hide them, but that didn't really work.

His mind went blank and he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking anymore. Apparently he had started running, but he didn't notice until he was outside in the grounds and felt how out of breath he was.

His legs couldn't hold his weight anymore and Harry fell to the ground.

The tears streamed down his face, but he didn't even try to hide them. No one could see him sitting there anyways.

His tears blurred his sight, but Harry didn't really notice it.

He was thinking about his mom and dad.

And for the first time he realized how much he really missed them.