A girl sat on the opposite side of the room from the boy she had just helped out of death. "Harry..." she began in a quiet sad voice. She had been crying silently for some time now, "I swear...I never meant for this to happen..." she told him crawling closer to him.

As she came closer, he turned away from her, angry at her...she had just used him...tried to kill him!

"Harry!" she came closer, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you...everything I said I felt about you was true..." The back of her hand had blood on it, and her brow bled as well. Her ribs ached as she moved...but she had to be closer to him, she had to talk to him...even if he didn't want her too.

"So you hate me then?" he asked harshly. The girl thought for a while, earlier on, she had approached the matter of him likeing her by telling him she hated him, but it didn't work.

"No...Harry...I really care for you...if I didn't...do you think I would be here with you...that I would have risked my life to save yours if I didn't care?"

Harry was silent for a while, "But that's just it...why didn't he just kill you...unless this is just something so you can cover your hide and I will forgive you...and you can continue with you little cat-mouse game!?"

The girl looked at him, now that she had thought about it...it was a little cat-mouse game...or similar anyway. "Harry I'm sorry! What more do you want me to say?" she put an unseen hand on his but he pulled his away quickly making her jump.

Moving back to her corner slowly...she whispered very softly, "Harry...I really am sorry...I love you..." and another tear ran down her cheek hitting the dirt on the floor as she curled up again and buried her face in her arms and laid her head on her knees. What was going to happen to them?