Five years later
Jared
The Slytherin common room was virtually empty apart from Jared and his girlfriend, Eleanor.
Being extremely late at night, Eleanor really should've gone back to her dorm in the Hufflepuff common room but she hadn't been caught yet, so she stayed.
"Jared, I should go back." She said every once in a while, not wanting to get in trouble. She had always been like that-- a goody-two-shoes.
"Stay." Jared said, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him. She held him close, then let go, her glasses almost falling off of her nose.
Jared smiled. This had been the same routine ever since they started dating, about a year ago.
"Goodnight, Jared." She sighed, leaving a kiss on the top of his head.
"Goodnight, Goldie." he waved Eleanor away. Goldie had been a nickname for her ever since they became friends. She laughed at the use of it, then closed the door behind her, desperately trying to not get caught by a prefect.
Once she left, Jared let out a heavy sigh.
Five years now, and he still wished he wasn't there.
Sure, the lessons were fun and the people were nice, but he never wanted to go to Hogwarts.
Over the years, his father had increasingly become more proud of him, but also stricter. Whenever he visited his home, his mother was in a worse state than before, and it broke Jared's heart every time he saw her.
Jared left the sofa of the common room, then headed off to his dorm, his robes trailing in his wake.
In his dorm, Jared flopped onto his bed, exhaling the day's worries away. He looked into the mirror, his dark, disheveled hair and tired, tired eyes staring back at him.
Jared sighed again at his appearance, then walked over to check his schedule for the week
Apparently he was meant to start tutoring this new kid in Gryffindor.
He hated Gryffindors. Maybe more than he hated muggle studies, or muggles, or the school.
No. He couldn't hate anything more than the school.
Perhaps his father.
No.
He tried to drown those thoughts, hating the negativity that washed over him.
That happened all too often.
Sighing yet again, Jared went back to his bed and opened a book about Qudditch through the ages, hoping to expand his knowledge so his team would become even greater than it was before. As the captain of the Slytherin team, it was his responsibility to make the team the best. In fact, every time Slytherin won a tournament, Jared felt a spark of hope-- that his father would wish him congratulations and beam with pride.
That never happened.
Only in his too-big imagination.
Everytime Jared thought of those things, it was like a candle dying, the flame going out instantly with a swift gust of wind.
Out
Out
Out
Out until all the flames died and all hope was gone and his heart was left colder and icier than before.
Out until Jared could find no way to overcome the darkness, so he had to sit and ponder in lifeless, hopeless thoughts for the rest of eternity, the light completely drowned with his own temperamental thoughts.
In the end, Jared's thoughts dragged him into a dreamless sleep, his heart a larger cage than before.
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Fanfiction||HOGWARTS AU|| During his sixth year at Hogwarts, Jared Thomas has it all. The girlfriend, quidditch captain, top of all his classes. But the only problem is that he doesn't want to be there. Since he was a child, his father pressured him into...
