Welp, its been a bit since I've done much on here. But since my last story.... a lot of awesome things have happened! I am a huge fan of Pink Floyd- nearly obsessed- so I had to make some Pink Floyd stories! All credit to Pink Floyd- including Syd Barrett, Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Richard Wright and Nick Mason. The Pink Floyd catalog is also owned by EMI Records, so all credit to the previously named peoples! This is a collection of stories, in sagas, or all standalone, or some picking up on plots from previous chapters.

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I don't need no arms around me
And I dont need your drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I'll need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall....

Harry was angry. Plain and simple. No, no, not a letter, not a word, he was being watched the whole summer, and his anger came out in screams aimed at Ron and Hermione, and he almost felt horrible about it, he really could reach for that guilt, the feeling of it, but couldn't, and he waited silently in the night, his knees curled to his chest, and he loved everyone in Grimwauld Place- they were all friends, almost family, but everything had taken its toll. All the death, all of the misery, everything. And it hurt. But the wall was being built, and he could barely help it, and another brick was placed. The Wall was almost rational to him, and it quickly was becoming right to him. Every day he became more and more of a recluse.
And the death of Sirius Black months later only helped.