I tried chaining first lines together. Strange things happened.
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It was all his fault anyway. He never told Harry. Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.
Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees. Ron's still seeing things, things which never happened, won't happen, can't happen. They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving. They're not Ron's friends, they weren't even his parents' friends, he never knew them. It’s beautiful. It's terrible. They're not his, these people. They don't belong to him, not their smiles, their memories, their ghosts that are not ghosts.
Ron wants to say, I couldn't cast that spell, because Sirius was in the way. But he can't. And Harry can't wake up to listen.
Fuck him! thinks Ron. The sleeping prince!
The sleeping prince, whose dreams live in Ron's brain.
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Date: 2004-10-05 08:51 pm (UTC)***
It was all his fault anyway. He never told Harry. Desperate, Ron pushes the back of his hand into his mouth and bites down, hard.
Remus stirs from a thin sleep and opens his eyes to see white sunlight through almost-bare trees. Ron's still seeing things, things which never happened, won't happen, can't happen. They're picture perfect, standing there on the platform, smiling and waving. They're not Ron's friends, they weren't even his parents' friends, he never knew them. It’s beautiful. It's terrible. They're not his, these people. They don't belong to him, not their smiles, their memories, their ghosts that are not ghosts.
Ron wants to say, I couldn't cast that spell, because Sirius was in the way. But he can't. And Harry can't wake up to listen.
Fuck him! thinks Ron. The sleeping prince!
The sleeping prince, whose dreams live in Ron's brain.