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Mutuality
by Pout
“Why are you doing this, Harry?”
“Look around.”
Crumbled buildings, blood in time.
“Give me the knife, Harry.” Ron skipped past the why-question. It really was rather unnecessary. “Give it to me, Harry, and we can talk things over, ok?” There was something about reiterating his name…like it might somehow act as an anchor, stick him to the ground. “I just want to help you, Harry.” Calm, collected, rehearsed; good ole Ron.
Harry sighed and shook his head. “I’m so tired, Ron. God, I’m so tired.”
Ron watched his best-friend’s lips move: tie-urd, sow tie-urd. But Ron heard: hell-p mee, hell-p mee, R-o-n. Ron heard it every Thursday and Saturday evening. And he was sick of it. Really, just so damn tie-urd of it.
“Fine, Harry,” Ron reiterated angrily. “Let’s see some blood then.”
Harry, always a fine improviser, put the knife to skin without missing a beat. However, the object was snatched out of his hand by his irritated best friend who immediately cut apart his own pale, semi-translucent wrists.
“There,” declared the red-head, soaking in his own life-water. “Now, either help me or come rest with me, Harry, because I’m bleeding, a lot.”
Harry always was a snappy decision-maker.
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