Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Conflicts ❯ Conflict 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Maiden_Rose 
Argument between Harry and Ron. Ron is persistant and Harry is depressed and (half) drunk.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Drama / Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 12.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 357 | Visits: 306 | Status: Work In Progress
Argument between Harry and Ron. Ron is persistant and Harry is depressed and (half) drunk.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Drama / Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 12.30.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 357 | Visits: 306 | Status: Work In Progress
Conflict 1
“You’re not going to drink yourself to sleep, are you?”
“No. But maybe that would be more efficient.”
“You aren’t even 17 yet.”
“Great. Torture me some more.”
“Harry, mate, don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Ron, open your eyes. It was my fault. Everything was.”
“How was Cedric dying your fault?”
“Because I couldn’t save him.”
“How was Sirius dying your fault?”
“Because I didn’t stop Bellatrix.”
“How was Dumbledore dying your fault?”
“Because I couldn’t save him.”
“Harry, come on, mate. Fleur and Bill’s wedding is soon.”
“Great.”
“Well, I’m still by your side, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And Hermione is too. We’ll never leave, mate.”
“You don’t have to force yourself to stay by me.”
“I’m not!”
“Everyone else did.”
“Harry, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“Whatever.”
“Look, this will all work out, you’ll see.”
“That I’d like to see.”
“You could be a little more helpful.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“I think you should go to bed.”
“Why?”
“Why? You’ve had ten drinks!’
“So?”
“All that alcohol is bad for your stomach.’
“Who cares?”
“I do, or maybe you hadn’t noticed.”
“Ron, I’m not in the mood to fight. I’m sick.”
“Yeah, because you’ve been drinking until no end.”
“You’re as bad as Hermione.”
“Come on, mate. I’ll help you up to bed.”
“I can’t feel my legs. Is that bad?”
“Probably. Too much firewhiskey.”
“I feel like I’m going to faint.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“What if I do?”
“I’m not dragging 120 pounds up 2 flights of stairs!”
“Fine, fine.”
“Goodnight, mate.”
“How am I supposed to sleep?!”
END
“You’re not going to drink yourself to sleep, are you?”
“No. But maybe that would be more efficient.”
“You aren’t even 17 yet.”
“Great. Torture me some more.”
“Harry, mate, don’t blame yourself. It wasn’t your fault.”
“Ron, open your eyes. It was my fault. Everything was.”
“How was Cedric dying your fault?”
“Because I couldn’t save him.”
“How was Sirius dying your fault?”
“Because I didn’t stop Bellatrix.”
“How was Dumbledore dying your fault?”
“Because I couldn’t save him.”
“Harry, come on, mate. Fleur and Bill’s wedding is soon.”
“Great.”
“Well, I’m still by your side, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And Hermione is too. We’ll never leave, mate.”
“You don’t have to force yourself to stay by me.”
“I’m not!”
“Everyone else did.”
“Harry, I think you’ve had enough to drink.”
“Whatever.”
“Look, this will all work out, you’ll see.”
“That I’d like to see.”
“You could be a little more helpful.”
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“I think you should go to bed.”
“Why?”
“Why? You’ve had ten drinks!’
“So?”
“All that alcohol is bad for your stomach.’
“Who cares?”
“I do, or maybe you hadn’t noticed.”
“Ron, I’m not in the mood to fight. I’m sick.”
“Yeah, because you’ve been drinking until no end.”
“You’re as bad as Hermione.”
“Come on, mate. I’ll help you up to bed.”
“I can’t feel my legs. Is that bad?”
“Probably. Too much firewhiskey.”
“I feel like I’m going to faint.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“What if I do?”
“I’m not dragging 120 pounds up 2 flights of stairs!”
“Fine, fine.”
“Goodnight, mate.”
“How am I supposed to sleep?!”
END