"Fair enough, I'm not bait. All of you are bait then. I can't wait for the next task. Perhaps Dumbledore will convince the lot of you to walk into the forest with open wounds and vampires running amok. That will be fascinating will it not?"
Right, so he was more angry than he realized. For a brief moment this morning, before Remus showed up, he'd thought he was over that. That he was almost ashamed for what he had said, but now the anger was burning beneath his skin again.
"I understand Luna doing it. I do. She could trust Cedric to save her. He wouldn't panic. Cedric isn't the idiot who runs out of the castle at night and gets attacked. He's not the one with the blasted scar that might as well be a target painted on his head!"
Harry stands up and begins to pace. The anger is wrapping itself around him like a cozy blanket. He's not sure he can let it go.
"How could he do that to me, Uncle Remus? Why would he risk himself?! I can not lose him or you. Cedric can only focus on so much. I..."
The anger subsided as he looked at him and said quietly, "I'm not ready. It's as if he knows me, and he can predict what I will do. He can lead me to do exactly what he wishes, and I am not ready to face him again. I'm so bloody tired, yet I feel as if I'm crawling out of my skin." He slumped back down on the couch and looked at his uncle. "I'm so bloody angry. All of the time. Just so bloody angry."
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Right, so he was more angry than he realized. For a brief moment this morning, before Remus showed up, he'd thought he was over that. That he was almost ashamed for what he had said, but now the anger was burning beneath his skin again.
"I understand Luna doing it. I do. She could trust Cedric to save her. He wouldn't panic. Cedric isn't the idiot who runs out of the castle at night and gets attacked. He's not the one with the blasted scar that might as well be a target painted on his head!"
Harry stands up and begins to pace. The anger is wrapping itself around him like a cozy blanket. He's not sure he can let it go.
"How could he do that to me, Uncle Remus? Why would he risk himself?! I can not lose him or you. Cedric can only focus on so much. I..."
The anger subsided as he looked at him and said quietly, "I'm not ready. It's as if he knows me, and he can predict what I will do. He can lead me to do exactly what he wishes, and I am not ready to face him again. I'm so bloody tired, yet I feel as if I'm crawling out of my skin." He slumped back down on the couch and looked at his uncle. "I'm so bloody angry. All of the time. Just so bloody angry."