A/N: Hello to all. I worked really hard on this story a while ago and I hope that you all enjoy it. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own any HP characters as much as I wish to so all of this (except the plot) is not mine. Sorry to disapoint.
She ran down the long hall. The room lay just ahead of her. The room where they had learned each other's secrets. Where they had gotten to know the real them, while discovering things about themselves that they didn't know. Where they had shared so much.
The room where they had fallen in love.
Whispering the password, she flew open the door and hurtled herself onto the floor. There she lay on the cold hard floor sobbing. She had never felt so weak and vunerable before in her entire life. Her friends had abandoned her when sh needed them the most. Only one had understood and stood by her as she fell in love with the enemy.
As if on cue he came sweeping into the room and seeing her on the floor, he instantly knelt by her. Without a word he gathered her into his arms gently rocking her back and forth to calm her hysterics.
"shhhh." He whispered soothingly.
After about five minutes she looked up into his eyes. He knew she was ready to talk.
"What happened?" He asked as gently as he could.
"They found out. About this. About… us." She said slowly and deliberately. "They wouldn't let me explain my reasoning. I tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen. They're soo stubborn!" She tried to laugh but it came out more of a hiccup.
He looked at her. Her eyes did not quite meet his as her eyes betrayed how distressed and hurt she really was.
"What aren't you telling me?" He gently pulled her chin up so that her startled brown eyes met his grey ones.
"What do you mean?" She asked him, trying and failing to pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about.
He looked at her glancing at the floor. She shifted uncomfortably in her spot on the floor. She quietly mumbled something then looked up at him.
"Didn't quite catch that." He said.
"They labled me a traitor and kicked me out. Only one person stood up for me. I cant believe that they would do such a thing!" She grabbed his shirt and cried into it.
"Gin." He said quietly. "Gin was the one who stood up for you. She was the only one right?"
"Yes. How did you know?" She looked into his face. His eyes were turning dark with rage.
" I got an owl from her. It said that you were upset and had run away. I knew immediately that you had come here." She nodded. Gin had been scribbling away on a piece of paper when she left. "Bloody bird practically pecked me to death."
He lifted up the front of his hair and showed her the deep gashes that covered his forehead. The long blond hair had covered where they were so they were practically invisible.
She smiled up at him. "I think that I am ready to go back now. I am going to sleep in the Room of Requirement, seeing as I can't go back to the common room."
He nodded still slightly confused.
"Well, I cant go back so I have to find a place to sleep for the night. Tomorrow I'll go to the Headmaster and find something suitable to sleep in." She smiled up at him. "Don't worry about it Professor Dumbledore will figure something out. I'll just tell him that I cant sleep in the common room because there are too many distractions."
"Okay, but let me walk you over there. You cant be too careful." He stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and helped herself up. Her balance was off so she had to lean on him for support.
His arm lifted to grasp the handle of the door and he slowly opened it, slightly hoping that she would never let go.
The door swung open all the way. A tall blond haired man stood there framed in the doorway. About a dozen people stood around him. All of a sudden several things happened at once. The man entered the room, the people behind him filed in and stood behind the blond man, and the boy shoved her behind his body like a shield while his left hand slid into his green robe. The men stood looking disappointedly at the boy.
"Father."
That had been almost a year ago, if she was right. The now 17 year-old girl sat in a quiet room alone. The stone walls blocked any sound from getting out and the thick metal chains wrapped around her legs prevented her from running. Her face was turned to the corner and only her matted brown hair showed to the world. She had promised herself that they wouldn't see her cry so she turned to the wall whenever she felt like it.
Her hand went up to the now rapidly bruising black-eye that the man had given her not ten minutes previous. She thought back to almost two years ago when it had all started…