Harry swallowed thickly. "i'm sorry Frost." he murmured softly setting his hand over his eyes. "but i..i'll just hurt you, in the end...i always do." he admitted softly standing up, his own tears landing on the floor. "it's better if..." he cut himself off and sighed, looking back over at the other. "i shouldn't like you so much..." he admitted before looking away and heading out into the hall. he couldn't like Frost, he loved Ron, he did!...didn't he? and besides Frost was freinds with Voldemort...who, hadn't attacked him, hadn't even made him hurt...had, looked worried. "FUCKING HELL!" Harry roared slamming his fist into the nearest thing, a mirror, making it shatter and cut his knuckles to shreds. "why...why do i have to do this!?" Harry demanded sliding to the floor, burying his face into his knees and bursting into tears. it was just too much, why should harry have to be the only person that could end the war? why did harry have to be the only person to push away anyone he cared about, loved, or even liked just to protect them? why did it always have to be him?