You know, I've never been a germaphobe; actually, if you ask a current curly haired friend of mine, I'll probably be classified as a slob; even so, I still don't like fresh blood all over my new robes. I mean the smell it self is enough to make me a tad queasy, but the look of it, god the look, Merlin it's just disturbing-
Oh wait I forgot, haha you don't know why I'm cover head to toe in human juice, or who's it is. It's kinda a long story, but hey, by looking at your hands that aren't coming apart any time soon, you have no where to be; so let's start from the beginning...
I was so normal back then, well as normal as you could be when you were best friends with the chosen one. I mean normal as in mentally stable, no voices in my head, no sleepless nights, no war flashbacks, no dead family members, and no fuckers like you and you mate over there trying to kill me.
It was about around when Fred died, everything took a steady decline to rockbottem. He made fun of me, and made my childhood a living hell, but I wouldn't change a thing. You know that frase "You never know what you have until its gone" I'll take that muffled scream as a yes, well its the truest shit I've ever heard. I always thought of that dynamic duo as a nuesince but I couldn't imagine how my life would have turned out without them.
Yes, I promise this extra stuff is important, anyway-
Well that's all folks! I know i need to get better at uploading, im just lazy. But tell me what you think and if i can fix anything, bye!!
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(Rrarry) Ron x Harry UNDER CONSTRUCTION
FanfictionTHIS STORY IS CURRENTLY BEING EDITED, BUT IM MAKING ONESHOT LIKE STORY'S THAT YOU CAN VOTE ON AND IT MIGHT BE THE ONE I TURN THIS BOOK INTO ALL CHARACTERS AND THE WIZARDING WORLD IN THIS STORY BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING
