Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters.
In Your Shadow
Part I of the 'Nothing in Return' series
Look at me.
Don't you see me?
Am I really that invisible to you?
I guess so. After all, you are the great Harry Potter, aren't you? And me? Well, I'm just that small figure that walks behind you, in your long, dark shadow.
It's always been that way. It was my brothers first, and now it's you. At least no one expects me to live up to you. No one, that is, except for you. That's not true, you say? Then why do you always let me follow along? Why do you wait up every couple of strides, with that look… That 'Why can't you keep up? It's not that hard. Hermione does it.' look upon your face, torturing me so mercilessly. I know you can't see me…
If you could, then you would that I weep for such pathetic reasons at night, while you're asleep. I cry because you looked at Cho that adoring way, or because you chuckled a little when I slipped earlier, or because we got into a little fight… It used to only happen once in a while, after a few incidents had piled up. But now, now it happens every night. I cry and choke and feebly convince myself that I can't tell anyone… how pathetic would you see me as then?
I suppose that you can't see that I love you, either. If you could, then wouldn't you be disgusted with me? Maybe you do know, maybe you just don't care… That would be much worse.
I also suppose you don't know that I feel pity-actual pity- for poor Draco Malfoy. Why? Oh, how horrible it must be, to have to live up to the expectations of people who don't care a smidgen about you… I always wondered who Draco Malfoy is. Because I know I've never met the real thing before. I only ever fight with him because of the things he says to you… He's so mean, nasty to you, that I can't stand it. Sometimes the things he says are enough to make me fume for weeks.
I had a dream, once. In the dream, Cho Chang and every other girl in the school were throwing themselves at your feet. You looked aver them all, as if you didn't even know that they were there. Then your eyes landed on me, and you smiled. I makeup pretend stories in my head that we really are a couple, secretly, and every time you smile at me, it's a sign that we're going to meet up that night.
But my dreams are not your dreams. One thing after another, and it's obvious you don't love me, because you're constantly leading me into danger. Not that I wouldn't willingly follow you off the face of the Earth, if it would make you happy.
I guess it's sort of hard to know I'm here, in your shadow. It is kind of dark. But if I had one wish in the world, Harry Potter, then it would be for you to see me, stranded in this place of forlorn misery.
For now, though, I guess it will just have to be enough for you to glance back every once in a while, and call out to me.
"Hurry up…"
Hurry and catch up, Ron Weasley.
In Your Shadow
Part I of the 'Nothing in Return' series
Look at me.
Don't you see me?
Am I really that invisible to you?
I guess so. After all, you are the great Harry Potter, aren't you? And me? Well, I'm just that small figure that walks behind you, in your long, dark shadow.
It's always been that way. It was my brothers first, and now it's you. At least no one expects me to live up to you. No one, that is, except for you. That's not true, you say? Then why do you always let me follow along? Why do you wait up every couple of strides, with that look… That 'Why can't you keep up? It's not that hard. Hermione does it.' look upon your face, torturing me so mercilessly. I know you can't see me…
If you could, then you would that I weep for such pathetic reasons at night, while you're asleep. I cry because you looked at Cho that adoring way, or because you chuckled a little when I slipped earlier, or because we got into a little fight… It used to only happen once in a while, after a few incidents had piled up. But now, now it happens every night. I cry and choke and feebly convince myself that I can't tell anyone… how pathetic would you see me as then?
I suppose that you can't see that I love you, either. If you could, then wouldn't you be disgusted with me? Maybe you do know, maybe you just don't care… That would be much worse.
I also suppose you don't know that I feel pity-actual pity- for poor Draco Malfoy. Why? Oh, how horrible it must be, to have to live up to the expectations of people who don't care a smidgen about you… I always wondered who Draco Malfoy is. Because I know I've never met the real thing before. I only ever fight with him because of the things he says to you… He's so mean, nasty to you, that I can't stand it. Sometimes the things he says are enough to make me fume for weeks.
I had a dream, once. In the dream, Cho Chang and every other girl in the school were throwing themselves at your feet. You looked aver them all, as if you didn't even know that they were there. Then your eyes landed on me, and you smiled. I makeup pretend stories in my head that we really are a couple, secretly, and every time you smile at me, it's a sign that we're going to meet up that night.
But my dreams are not your dreams. One thing after another, and it's obvious you don't love me, because you're constantly leading me into danger. Not that I wouldn't willingly follow you off the face of the Earth, if it would make you happy.
I guess it's sort of hard to know I'm here, in your shadow. It is kind of dark. But if I had one wish in the world, Harry Potter, then it would be for you to see me, stranded in this place of forlorn misery.
For now, though, I guess it will just have to be enough for you to glance back every once in a while, and call out to me.
"Hurry up…"
Hurry and catch up, Ron Weasley.