Harry Potter and The Consequences Of The Unresolved(A HP horror fanfic)

1. Misery Ensues

Harry's heart thrashed in his chest, but slowly he felt the anxiety and panic start slip away, seeping from his skin like his sweat does from his pores. It was just a dream, he told himself, it didn't really happen; it was just a dream. 

Next to him stirred a warm and attractive body, bare from the cover clothes, the man's exposed pale skin glowed in the moonlight light spilled from the flat's bay window, "Harry?" Ron's voice called through the darkness, his hand reached out towards the man and then took purchase on the Chosen One's thigh, "Is everything alright?" his voice was thick with sleep, drowsy and rough. 

"Yes." Harry responded. He was naked as well and then breeze that blew in through the cracked-open window chilled him and made goosebumps wash across his skin. 

Ron was unconvinced, he sat up in bed, the duvet fall away as he did, completely exposing his body to his lover, the red trail of hair that led from his belly button...He switched on the bedside lamp, washing them in warm yellow light. "Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked again, staring at Harry with eyes that brimmed with pity; it always infuriated him when people looked over at him so forlornly. 

"Nothing." he sneered, his voice had a slight edge to it, "Nothing." repeated softly.

"Harry, you ca-" 

"It said its fucking nothing, now leave it at that!" Harry exclaimed, angerly, shooting up from the bed and whirling around to straw daggers into Ron.

Fear washed over the ginger like icy, pinching cold water on par with that of the sea they jumped into after their escape from Gringotts, "Harry, I only meant to help you." Ron didn't want to cry in front of Harry, he didn't want be some dreadful crybaby, but he felt the tears threaten at the brims of his eyes. 

"Just fucking shut up!" Harry was scared, he could feel himself start to lose his gripping; he had to regain himself. He didn't mean to verbally abuse his friend or his lover or whatever they were, he just hated it when people looked at him so pityingly, "I can't do this anymore..." he looked at Ron, his eyes...the previous scotching anger was replaced with a great sadness, it was peculiar but  to Ron it seemed that they were swollen with emotion, filled to the brim and unable to contain it anymore. The Chosen One, the hereo to the Wizarding World started to sob freely and unending in front of his lover; he cracked, he finally cracked, "I can't do this anymore!" he half sobbed half yelled as he folded forward and buried his face inside the furrows and ripples of their thick duvet

"Harry...Harry." Ron moved over to the broken boy, brushing his hand through the soft and black messy strands of Harry's hair as the young man sobbed. He didn't know what to say; he didn't know how to console the vulnerable wizard.

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Ron was awoken by the pale sliced shafts of light that seeped in from the bay window.

He sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and rolling the kink out his neck. He was still naked, his nude body hidden snugly beneath the thick duvet. He looked to his side; empty, he had expected that much, he placed his hand against the soft bed linen and felt that it was still warm: Harry couldn't have been gone long. 

He got up from bed, the cold wrapping tightly around him like some ice blanket. He walked to the closest and pulled his robe from its hanger and embedded himself warmly within the soft, wool flaps. He moved from the room, into the flat's living room/kitchen. It was small and humble, cheaply decorated with unoriginal furniture sets you could find at almost every home store; the room was then further depressed with a lifeless beige colour and a lingering sent of rotten smoke. 

Ron spotted a bag of fags on the counter and swiftly made his way over, hastily extracting one of the slim white cylinders and perching it between his two forefingers while he lit it. The tip glowed a bright orange within the flat's gloomy  and stuffy air, "God, I really needed I fucking fag." he said as he blew the grey smoke out.