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Category: Alternate Universe Characters:Draco Malfoy, Dumbledore, Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Oliver Wood, Other, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Sirius Black Genres: Drama, Romance Warnings: Death, Mild Language Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 272 Summary: Two pivotal things happen the night of October 31, 1981. They will change the course of Harry's life. Forever. Posting issue resolved. For the moment at least and hopefully permanently. Hitcount: Story Total: 152505; Chapter Total: 6417 Awards: View Trophy Room Author's Notes: This is a short chapter and for that I'm sorry. Rest assured that the next one will be the usual length. Also, here's where the werewolf cliche of avoiding silver comes in. Sorry but it just fit too well with the story I had in my head. Hopefully that cliche doesn't put you off too much. I also apologize for the formatting, if there's an error. All my tags are closed but it insists on centering it anyway. |
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― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me The next few days, Ginny acted more subdued than Harry had ever seen her. After asking about her mood change, she laughed it off saying she was contemplating something. Harry asked her why she was ignoring Hermione and Ginny admitted to having had a disagreement with the older girl though she didn't say what about and Harry didn't push for details. Several times, Harry had caught Hermione staring at him, watching his every move with an inscrutable expression on her face. A few of those times, he'd noticed Ginny scowling at the other girl's rudeness. He couldn't help feeling a bit relieved at Ginny's support. By week's end, however, Ginny was back to normal and talking to Hermione again. Saturday morning dawned and Harry woke early. Nerves had his stomach fluttering like he had a gut full of billywigs zooming around inside. Deciding to just get up, he quietly found clothes and headed for the showers. After tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper, he headed downstairs and found Ginny in the Common Room waiting for him. “Are you ready for tryouts?” she asked him. “I suppose so,” Harry shrugged. “I guess we're going to find out, aren't we?” “Oh come on, Harry. From what I saw the other day, you're a shoo in.” Harry shrugged again, his face heating at the praise. Uncomfortable talking about himself, he turned the tables on his friend. “What about you? Are you ready to try out?” The smile slid from Ginny's face and anxiety took its place. Chewing on her lower lip, she looked away. “I hope so. I don't want to look stupid up there.” “Hey,” Harry softly chided. “You're not going to look stupid. You kept up with Angelina before; you'll do it again.” “Maybe.” “No maybe to it,” Harry said with a smile. “I have faith in you.” That single little statement brought back the smile to Ginny's face, a happy light brightening her eyes. “Thanks, Harry.” Harry already had Remus' broom so the pair headed down to breakfast before joining the other hopefuls at the pitch. As they ate, they discussed different strategies that would allow them to perform their best while trying out. Soon after they sat down, Hermione joined them. “Good morning, Ginny, Harry,” the girl said, nodding to each of her companions. “You and my brother rowing again?” Ginny asked, knowingly. “He keeps going on about that rat and how Crookshanks did something,” Hermione ranted. “Honestly, there's no proof my cat did anything. And even if he did, he's a cat. They chase rats.” Harry didn't know what to think. One the one hand, he could see why Ginny's brother would be upset. But he could also see that, with no proof, Ron couldn't definitively say what happened. Harry, though, leaned toward Ron's side on this one. He wasn't overly comfortable with the bossy girl but she was Ginny's friend so he decided to keep his opinion to himself. “Oh, here, Harry,” Hermione said and held out a silvery coin. “You dropped this the other day. I've been meaning to get it back to you and have forgotten.” Ginny's gaze flew to Hermione, eyes narrowing. She knew exactly what her friend was trying to do. After having read the information in Hermione's text about werewolves, the third year girl had, at another time, shown Ginny the bit about werewolves avoiding silver as pure silver could harm them, burning the skin depending on the silver's purity and by poisoning if the silver entered the werewolves' blood. Ginny tried to catch the girl's eye but Hermione was too focused on Harry. Harry hesitated, staring at the coin Hermione held. After realizing the coin was a sickle, he took it. What most people didn't know was that, because sickles were pure silver, charms similar to Impervious were placed on them so werewolves could handle money just like anyone else. As he took the coin, he noticed the disappointment in the girl's eyes. She hid it well but Harry was used to looking beyond the surface. Feeling a little irritated, he tossed the coin back to her. “Sorry, it's not mine. I don't have any sickles.” Harry could feel Ginny's eyes on him and he glanced over. At first he thought he saw uncertainty in her gaze but then she smiled and the phantom emotion disappeared. His stomach starting to knot, he abandoned his sausages for something milder, eggs. As Hermione began speaking of the history behind different coins, Harry tuned the girl out. Suddenly she pulled out a coin slightly larger than a Snitch and showed it to Ginny. “This one is from America. This is supposed to be a depiction of Lady Liberty. It's taken from another American coin, the Walking Liberty Half Dollar, which was made between 1916 and 1947.” Flipping the coin onto its other side, she showed its eagle, wings outstretched, clutching an olive branch in one claw and some arrows in the other. On its chest was a crest with a thin horizontal line about one third of the way down. Thirteen wide vertical lines ran down from that thin line. A flowing ribbon from one wing across to the other side was held in the eagle's beak. The country's motto, E. Pluribus Unum, was inscribed on the ribbon. Above the eagle's head, thirteen stars were arranged in a downward pointing triangle. “And look here,” Hermione pointed to the shield. “Those stripes represent the original 13 colonies, as do the stars. And this ribbon. That's America's motto. It means 'Out of many, one'. Isn't that fascinating?” Hermione held this one out to Harry, as well, its shiny surface flashing in the light. “Here, Harry, take a look.” Harry had seen British Muggle money before, of course, but, despite himself, he was interested in seeing something from another country. He'd never been outside Britain. Of its own accord, his hand reached for the coin. “Oh, I forgot to mention,” Hermione added in a rush, her eyes on Harry particularly, “These coins are 99.9% pure silver.” Harry flinched and yanked back his hand at that information. His gaze flew to the brunette. In her eyes, he could see...something, satisfaction, maybe or triumph mixed with anxiety. There was no way Harry could touch that coin and, from the looks of it, Hermione knew it. Harry's gaze next found Ginny. Confusion was written all over her face as her eyes darted between the coin and his face. Quickly, Harry cleared his throat. “You know, I think I'm going to head down to the pitch early,” Harry said, obviously trying to smooth over the awkward moment. He ran a hand through his hair nervously and smiled sheepishly. “I'm a bit nervous about trying out.” Not meeting either girls' gaze, Harry picked up Remus' broom and left. He was certain of it, now. She knew. She knew his secret so it would only be a matter of time before Ginny knew, too. He walked to the pitch alone, broom tucked under his arm, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped, staring at the ground. He wouldn't have a friend much longer. She'd find out his secret and want nothing to do with him, just like all the others. Sighing silently, Harry debated the wisdom of having befriended the girl in the first place. Hermione turned to her friend, satisfaction at being right plainly written on her face. “He was going to take it until I told him it was almost pure silver. You saw it.” “That still doesn't prove anything, Hermione. Why can't you leave it alone?” “He flinched Ginny. He actually flinched when I said the Silver Eagle is nearly 100% pure silver. One doesn't normally flinch at that kind of information unless...” Hermione allowed her voice to trail off. Ginny, conceding that Harry's reaction didn't make much sense, still tried to discredit the older teen. “Some people have allergic reactions to some odd things. Maybe he's allergic.” That sounded weak to her own ears but Ginny shook her head, determined. “No. I'm not believing it. There's bound to be a reasonable explanation. I'm going down to the pitch now.” “But, Ginny, add everything together and--,” “No, Hermione. I'm not listening to you anymore. Just leave it alone.” Ginny left the table and headed outside, hoping not all the supposedly good school brooms had been taken already. Harry's reaction to that coin bothered her. Why did he act like he'd been burned when he'd learned the silver content of that coin? He hadn't acted like that with the Sickle. He'd actually handled the Sickle. Sickles were pure silver, too. Then he'd left kind of abruptly, not glancing at either of them. Ginny didn't want to believe what Hermione was telling her but she couldn't deny that, all the little things she'd noticed, did seem to fit. She'd learned the hard way that not everything was as it seemed. Unfortunately, that thought did nothing to comfort her. D own on the pitch, Harry paced restlessly. The billywigs were doing some impressive acrobatics in his stomach. It wasn't the tryouts that had him feeling rattled. With the tryout, he figured he'd just accept whatever happened, making the team or not. No, what had him traipsing back and forth on the same patch of earth was the fact that, at any moment, he had to face Ginny after their conversation at breakfast. He had no idea what to say or how to act. If he played it off, acted like it never happened, would she be suspicious? Or did he try to explain, without really explaining anything, and really muck it all up? “Potter!” called an amused voice a short distance away. Harry looked up to see the team captain, Oliver Wood, grinning at him. “Relax, Potter! You're wearing a trench in the ground. There's only one other person trying for the Seeker position. I really don't think you have much to worry about.” Harry tried to smile but didn't get far before it faltered. He snorted. If only that was what had him bothered. Hands in his pockets, he sighed deeply. This was why it was better to not have friends. He could never tell them the truth and they'd never accept that he had secrets he couldn't tell. Why, oh why, did he let Uncle Remus talk him into being friendly towards Ginny? Harry ran a hand through his hair. This is such a gigantic mess. He sighed again and resumed his pacing. Familiar footsteps coming up behind him had him freezing in place, totally on alert. The 'flight' half of the 'fight or flight' response nearly won but instead, he drew a deep breath and turned to face the reason he was in such a state. The first thing he noticed was that she was watching him closely, her head tilted slightly to one side, as if trying to decide something. Then she smiled somewhat nervously. “Hi, Harry.” “Hey.” Ginny stared at her feet. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for Hermione. I know you don't care for her. She's got this crazy notion in her head and she won't leave it alone.” “You don't have to apologize, Ginny.” I'm the one who should. “I feel like I do. She is my friend, after all and I've said she isn't all that bad.” Ginny shrugged. “Can you believe she actually thinks you're a--,” she lowered her voice before whispering, “--werewolf? Crazy, huh?” Ginny laughed but both could tell it was forced. Harry didn't even bother. He gulped and looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Pulling Ginny aside to a slightly less congested area, he asked his next question with as much a casual air as he could muster. “What makes her think that?” Ginny suddenly looked very uneasy. “Well,” she drew out the word nervously and glanced everywhere but at Harry. “I sort of told her what happened that day at the top of the Astronomy tower, you know, my fall and everything.” Ginny saw his lips thin in anger and she rushed on. “I know I said I wouldn't but you were asleep on the couch and she asked why. I had to tell her something.” Sighing, Harry ran a hand through his already mussed hair. “Fine, whatever.” “Besides, she's noticed how your eyes change, too. It's a sign, she says.” Harry's gaze flew back to hers and she noticed the color was already gaining a more yellowish hue. She could also see the unease, the fear of something. Then his countenance changed and he smiled, though to her it seemed forced. “Well, I guess she can think what she likes, right?” “Yes, she can.” She hesitated and then plunged on. “What was with your reaction to that silver coin Hermione had? You jumped back so fast I thought you were going to fall off the bench.” The smile slipped right off Harry's face and his entire expression closed up. Before he could say anything, Oliver joined them. “There you are, Ginny. I'm getting ready to test all the Chaser candidates. Are you still wanting to tryout?” A look of relief crossed Harry's features in a flash before they were schooled into neutrality. She stared a long moment to let him know she wasn't quite finished with their conversation before turning to the Quidditch captain. “Yes, I am. Lead the way.” Over his shoulder, Oliver threw out, “Harry, Seekers are next so get ready.” Harry suddenly regretted begging Remus not to come to tryouts. He could use his uncle's calm reassurance right now. Not to mention the fact that Remus needed to know that Hermione had figured it all out. He, Harry, wasn't guessing anymore. He had proof. Well, there wasn't anything he could do about it now. He just had to get through the tryouts and then he could go see his uncle. He watched Ginny fly and marveled, again, at how good she was. She had natural talent. He watched her hang back for a certain passing maneuver or swap positions with one of the others seamlessly as they made their run for the goals. Harry couldn't imagine anyone being any better. He hoped Oliver felt the same. Then her turn was over and it was his. He and the other Seeker candidate, a fourth year, joined the rest of the team in the air. “Okay, this is how it's going to go,” Oliver instructed. “I have only one Snitch so you'll have to take turns. First, I want to see how quickly you can spot and recover the Snitch.” He looked at Harry and pointed to the goal hoops. “Wait over there.” Harry waited as the fourth year attempted to catch the Snitch. She was okay, he supposed, but it took her a long time before she'd even seen it and took even longer for her to catch it. Many times, he'd wanted to shout out to her where the little ball had flown to. After she finally caught it, Oliver released it again to give her another shot to improve her time. It didn't really help. The next time, the twins were let loose with the bludger to see how quick her decision-making was. Again, not great but not bad either. Same for the her second attempt. The last two chances had all the players on the pitch to see how easily distracted the girl could be. Neither time was spectacular. Then it was finally Harry's turn. The first time Oliver let loose the ball, Harry found it easily and shot off to grab it. It only took a third of the time it had taken the girl. Harry's second turn was even faster. The two bludger runs didn't affect Harry a bit. He stayed focused on his glittering target, flying instinctively out of each bludger's way. Having all the players on the pitch slowed him only slightly. By the time his turn was over, it was obvious to everyone he was better. After Oliver made the announcements as to who had made the team, everyone left the pitch with Oliver promising practices would be starting soon. “Can you believe it? We both made it! Although, granted, I'm just a fill-in, but still...” Ginny hopped around doing an excited dance. Harry couldn't help but laugh at her antics. He'd been dreading talking to her again after tryouts but perhaps he'd worried needlessly. She grabbed his arm and started hauling back toward the castle. “Come on, I need to send a letter to Mum!” Harry laughed and allowed himself to be pulled along. It sure beat the alternative, what he was sure was coming. Back at the castle he split from her saying he needed to return his uncle's broom. After agreeing to meet back up later, Ginny finished the trek up to Gryffindor tower alone while Harry veered off for Remus' quarters. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” sneered a most unwelcome voice. “Potter's actually alone? Don't have your little girlfriend? Honestly, even you could have done better.” Harry turned to face the blonde Slytherin and his oversized gorilla goons. “What do you want, Malfoy?” “Why would I want anything from you? Heard you made the Quidditch team. Must be that undeserved fame working for you.” Clamping his jaw shut against the retort he wanted to make, Harry stood and waited for the real reason Draco had stopped him. “You don't deny it, Potter? Wow, imagine that. And here I thought you were so righteous, being a hero and all.” While his goons laughed, Draco stepped up to Harry and leaned in close. “We both know what kind of hero you really are, don't we?” “Don't know what you mean, Draco,” Harry's tight voice belied his words. “I think you do. In fact, I know you do. Just know, Potter, that the next full moon, someone will be watching and waiting for the perfect moment to expose you for what you are.” Draco wrinkled his nose in distaste as he said that last. Then he laughed in Harry's pale face and walked off, his two silent goons following, throwing smirking glances over their shoulders in Harry's direction. Harry watched them go until they'd completely disappeared then ran the remaining distance to Remus' rooms. Once there, he knocked twice before opening the door. “Uncle Remus! I brought your broom back!” Remus came out from one of the back rooms, his eyebrows raised in silent question. “I made the team but--” “That's wonderful, Harry,” Remus interrupted. “We'll need to get you a broom. It wouldn't do to have you using that old thing.” Remus took the old broom and perched it in a corner in the sitting room. Seeing the disquiet in his nephew's expression, he entered his kitchen, grabbed a couple butterbeers and had Harry sit down. “What's wrong, Harry? I'd have thought you'd be happy.” “It's not that. I just had a run-in with Malfoy. First he spouted his typical stuff, my fame getting me on the team and when I didn't reply he said he'd thought I was a righteous hero, real sarcastic like and then got up in my face and said that he knew what kind of hero I really am. He said during the next full moon, someone would be watching and waiting to expose our secret.” Remus leaned back against the sofa in thought. After a minute, he said, “I still think he's trying to rattle you but I'll talk to Dumbledore and see if we can get some extra wards put into place or something.” “That's not all.” “Oh?” Remus asked. “Remember what I told you before about Hermione Granger and how I think she's put things together and figured us out?” At Remus' nod, Harry continued. “Well, at breakfast, she tried to give me a Sickle, made some story about having seen me drop it. Well, you know I don't have any, just a couple galleons right now. When I took the Sickle from her, I caught a flash of something in her eyes. It was disappointment. Then she started in on how interesting the history of coins was and she pulled out this American coin, told us a little about it and tried to hand it to me. She waited until I started to take it from her to tell me it was almost pure silver. I couldn't help but jerk back. She looked so smug after that, as if I'd just confirmed her suspicions. I left after that to go down to the pitch.” Remus didn't know what to say to this revelation. He'd hoped the Granger girl would have left things alone. He'd been having her do more advanced and extra credit work in an attempt to keep her mind off Harry. He didn't think the girl would be malicious with the information she had but Remus couldn't be certain. “Well...I don't know what to say, really,” the Defense professor confessed. “I'll try to find out exactly what Miss Granger knows. You may consider telling her the truth.” “NO!” Harry jumped off the sofa. “That girl is irritating. I'm not confirming anything to her just so she can spread it around and I'm surprised you're even suggesting it.” “Calm down, Harry. I'm merely saying that, as brilliant as she seems to be, she may continue to hound you until she knows the truth. I honestly don't think she'd say anything to anyone. She's in Gryffindor for a reason. Gossiping like that is more a Slytherin trait, don't you think?” “Well, maybe.” Harry groaned and collapsed back onto the couch. “I don't know, Uncle Remus. What do I do? This is all your fault, you know. If you hadn't insisted on me being friendly with anyone, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.” “Oh, I beg to differ on that, Pup. Miss Granger is a very smart witch. I believe she'd have figured us out regardless. Speaking of being friendly, how is Miss Weasley?” Harry groaned again and dropped his head into his hands, elbows resting on his knees. “I don't know what to think. The way she looked at me after I jumped back away from that bloody coin and then the talk we had before tryouts. It felt like she was trying to convince herself that nothing was wrong and not succeeding. But then, after tryouts, she acted like nothing had even happened.” “She's probably confused and doesn't know what to believe. It's likely that she's trying to reconcile what she knows about you, your personality, with what she's been told about werewolves. Then again, maybe she's decided she doesn't care. You'll only know for sure if you talk to her about it.” Harry sighed. “You're a lot of help,” he grumbled. Remus chuckled. “Finish your butterbeer, Harry. I'm sure Miss Weasley is wondering what's keeping you. You need to bring her by sometime. I'd love to talk to her outside of the classroom.” “Maybe I will,” Harry replied, distractedly. That talk with Ginny came sooner than Remus expected. Monday, after a quick lunch and excuse of needing to ask something about the Defense homework, Ginny hurried off to class. Getting there early, she hung around until Professor Lupin showed up. “Miss Weasley, you're here rather early. Is there something I can help you with?” “Yes, there is,” Ginny replied anxiously. Nodding, Remus smiled reassuringly, opened the door and followed the young girl inside, taking a moment to spell the entrance so no one could eavesdrop. He gestured for the girl to sit and then sat across from her. “What can I help you with?” “It's Harry. I think he's hiding something from me.” The smile melted from Remus' face and he looked away from her earnest expression. He sighed. He didn't like dodging the question but it wasn't his place to answer. “I'm sure Harry's probably hiding a lot of things, Miss Weasley. Listen, Harry's upbringing was very...lonesome, at times. We traveled a lot so he's learned not to get close to many people. I know that's not the answer you were looking for but it's all I can give you. Anything else you'll need to ask Harry for. I'm sorry.” Ginny sighed. She really hadn't thought the professor would tell her anything but she'd hoped. It all came back to Harry. What did she know? What did she believe? How important was knowing the truth? It was all so very confusing and she didn't know what to think. She tried putting it out of her mind in order to focus on class but several times her mind drifted back to the doubts she was beginning to have about her friend. Wednesday night, in the common room, Harry and Ginny sat at one of tables, books, parchment, ink and quills scattered across its surface as they worked on their homework. Harry was trying to complete a particularly nasty essay Professor Snape had assigned him when Harry's cauldron had exploded during class. It had been his own fault as he'd been distracted over this thing with Hermione, Ginny's quiet manner and Malfoy. As usual, he'd left it until the last minute, much to Hermione's displeasure. At least Ginny hadn't launched into a lecture. She'd merely arched an eyebrow at him. He glanced over at his companion. Her History of Magic text was out but it didn't seem like she had gotten much done. She sat, fiddling with her quill, a faraway expression on her face. Not sure if he should bother her, he continued to watch her. Once, she looked up and opened her mouth to ask him something then slammed it shut again and looked off in the distance. He had a feeling what was on her mind but he wasn't about to just tell her anything outright. He wasn't even sure he was going to tell her anything. Finally, after several false starts, Ginny managed in a fierce whisper, “Is Hermione right? I mean, she showed me what to look for and I have to say, Harry, that the evidence is damning.” Those two words. Evidence and damning. She may as well have spit on him. He heard accusation in those words. With accusation came hate. His hackles rose in anger and he lashed out. “Oh, so, you're taking her word, now? You've decided to believe her? You're going to sit there and accuse me of something with only the most circumstantial of evidence? You have no right to pass judgment on me. You don't know anything about me.” Harry laughed derisively. “I should have known. You're just like all the others. You get a little bit of information and you start accusing me of something.” “Harry, I--,” Ginny tried to say. “Just forget it.” Harry gathered his school stuff and crammed it all into his bag. “You and I being friends was obviously a mistake. Don't bother me anymore.” Every muscle in his body tense, he marched up the stairs that led to his dorm. Throwing open the door, he slung his bag onto his bed and paced. He'd known better. He really had. He'd thought she was different. She knew what it was like to be ostracized amongst your peers. Apparently he'd been wrong. He'd been willing to put aside his misgivings and look where it got him. Harry shoved his bag to the floor and flopped onto his bed. He'd known their friendship was doomed from the beginning. It was better it ended now before he'd totally become attached to her. He sat there with the bed hangings pulled shut, wallowing, ignoring everyone else. As his anger waned, betrayal and it's good friend pain took its place. It was worse than anything he'd ever felt before. He'd actually allowed someone in, got close, and it hurt so badly to discover he'd been wrong to do so. He wanted to howl, despondent, but instead silently allowed his tears to flow unchecked. Huddled on his bed, knees against his chest, arms wrapped protectively around himself, he cried for the loss of friendship, for being naïve and thinking this time would be different. A long time later, Harry fell into a listless sleep. For the following week, Harry avoided Ginny. He made sure to get up extra early, run down to breakfast, eat and disappear until class time. On the weekend, he spent his time walking the grounds or hiding out with Remus. After the man's fifth attempt to get Harry to talk to Ginny, Harry snapped at Remus, yelled at him to mind his own business. Remus stayed silent after that. Helplessly, he watched as Harry started to become depressed. He'd been notified of Harry's dropping grades and lack of attention during class. For the first time in a long time, he questioned his own motives. Why had he really brought Harry here? Why had he insisted Harry try to make friends? He'd thought he'd done it for Harry's sake but had he? Or was it really to make himself feel better about how he had been raising his best friend's son? For the first time in a long time, he felt despair, like he'd let James down and really had no idea what to do. “Harry James Potter, don't you dare walk away from me!” Harry had caught sight of Ginny while on his walk of the grounds and tried to disappear before she saw him. Unfortunately, he'd not succeeded. He heard her running footsteps as she caught up to him. When she caught up to him, she grabbed his arm and spun him around to face her. Her face was red, her breath rushed in and out and her eyes flashed angrily. Her hands rested on her hips. “You got to have your say, now I'm finally going to have mine. How dare you? You throw all that at me and then walk away? Then you ignore me, as if we'd never been friends? Were we ever friends, Harry? Because that's not how you treat your friends. All I did was ask a simple question. You can't blame me for wondering. You keep stuff from me. You never tell me anything, what am I supposed to think?” By this time, angry tears filled her eyes but she kept going. “You were my friend, Harry, whether or not I was yours. I thought we had fun together; you certainly seemed to. Are you really that good an actor? I'm sorry, okay? I'll never ask that of you again, I swear.” Harry, feeling really horrible now, stuffed his hands in his pockets, stared at the ground and mumbled, “You don't understand.” “Then help me to!” Ginny cried, exasperated. “Talk to me!” “I can't,” Harry whispered, his voice breaking. “No, you won't is more like,” Ginny shot back. After a few seconds she threw her hands up in the air. “Fine. Be that way. But you know what? You're headed for a lonely existence. I never would have guessed the Boy-Who-Lived was such a coward. How you got into Gryffindor is beyond me.” With that, Ginny turned on her heel and stalked off. “I already have a lonely existence,” Harry whispered as he watched the only real friend he'd had walk out of his life. |
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