The Things No One Notices (A HP Fic)

Chapter one

Harry stared at his plat full of food. He was not that hungry. The noise in the Great Hall was getting to him. It did not happen often, but Ron had had an outburst about Ginny and Dean, and then there was the explosion in Moaning Murtle's bathroom that no one really knew how it had happened, and then there was the amortonia incident in potions. He forgot what happened after that. The nightmare had kept him up all night. He almost did not enter the Great Hall, but Hermione and Ron had dragged him to the Gryffindor table.

It had been a long day for Harry Potter and all he wanted to do was sleep. All his scars ached, and his energy was completely drained. He shuffled the food on his plate with his fork. The laughter at the Gryffindor table, drowned out the scrap of metal against metal.

Dean and Seamus were arguing about, what everyone assumed, something to do with Ginny. The two were not open about their argument for everyone to truly know.

Harry blocked out every conversation, as if they were just as annoying as Dean and Seamus's argument. So, when a hand clapped roughly on his shoulder, he jumped violently out of his skin. His fork clattered against his plate. The hand on his shoulder, did not seem to notice.

"Don't you think so, Harry?" Ron asked around a mouthful of food.

"What?" Harry blinked, trying to recall the conversation he was being pulled into.

Ron gave him an incredulous look. "Ginny can do way better than Dean. You could even go out with her."

"You're still on about this?"

Ron huffed in indignation. "You're supposed to be my friend and hear me out."

Harry's shoulder slumped forward. His dropped to a little more than a whisper. "Right, yeah. Sorry."

Ron launched back into his conversation about Dean and Ginny's relationship. It was the big topic of the sixth year Gryffindors. Harry was tired of it. His food no longer looked appetizing. He stared at his plate of barely touched food, with a sense of disgust. He was unsure about what it was towards. He just felt an overwhelming sense of disgust. He pushed his plate away and dropped his head on the table.

The buzzing noise of the Great Hall did not die down. If anything, it got excruciatingly louder. The noise was getting too much for the dark-haired Gryffindor. He stood up from the table, without telling his friends and walked out. He could faintly hear Ron shouting after him.

He walked around the castle in silence. He did not dare go back to Gryffindor Tower. Merlin only knows it would just as loud as the Great Hall. He needed a place where he could be alone for a while. A place he could think. A place where he could revel in the calm silence.

His answer came to him in the form of a boy's loo. He pushed the door open, glad to see that it was empty. He walked to the wall of sinks and sat against the cold cobblestone wall. The sinks allowed him to hide in the shadows.

He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He buried his face into his knees, pressing his glasses into his face. He ignored the pain. It was nothing compared to the throbbing of his scar that kept him up all night. It was more closely compared to a mosquito bite. Or the small twitches and pains from starvation. The things he was used to.

Tears did not fall down his face. He was not crying. He did not come to this bathroom to cy. He came to get a moment to himself. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He turned his head so that he was looking at the copper pipes under the sinks.

The pipes were no longer reflective. They were covered in a thin sheet of dust, with a bit of rust. It was strange. He always thought that everything in the castle would be kept pristine with the aid of magic. But even magic wears away. Magic fades just like everything else.