"Ugh my scar is burning." 17 year old Harry complained rubbing his
forehead.
"Not again." Hermione, Harry's best friend, said.
Harry nodded.
"Voldemort...He's strong." Harry stated.
Hermione sighed.
"I need to go. I'll catch up with you later."
Harry grabbed his books and walked out of the library.
He ran into his girlfriend of one year Ginny Weasley.
"Hello, Ginny." Harry stated, reaching for Ginny's waist.
Ginny pulled away and looked at Harry with pure horror.
"What's up?" asked Harry.
"There is nothing wrong with me Harold." Ginny stated bluntly.
"Harold? Ginny sense when have you called me Harold?"
"That's your name, isn't it?"
"Ginny I-"
"Just leave me be Harold please."
Ginny walked off. Harry didn't know what to think.
"AH!" Harry screamed as a bolt of pain burst through his forehead throwing
him to the ground.
"Someone help, please." Harry mumbled.
"Harry!" A familiar voice of Harry's best friend Ron Weasley was heard.
"Harry, what's up? What happened?"
"My scar, Ron, it hurts." Harry stated.
"Harry, you really need to see the doctor. You really need to see
Dumbeldore."
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, RONALD!" Harry screamed with such fury in his eyes he
made Ron go pale.
Ron walked away without another word.
Harry sat at the fire longing to see his godfather to appear. Harry lost him when he was fifteen. He wasn't sure if he could go on without him. Harry lost his parents when he was a baby. The man who murdered him tried murdering his him but left nothing but a scar. Harry was raised by his aunt and uncle who mistreated him and always put him last. One day, though, on Harry's eleventh birthday he was visited by a very tall and unusual man. He told Harry he was a wizard and that the headmaster of a school of witchcraft and wizardry sent him to get Harry. From then Harry never was the same. He had been into so much he was amazed that he was alive. He went from dodging enormous three-headed dogs to fighting death eaters while watching his godfather's life get taken away from him. "Harry." A soft voice was heard in the distance of the cold common room. Harry sat up and saw Ginny. Harry stood up and walked to her. "Hey, how are you?" asked Harry. "I could be better." "Ginny, what was all that earlier? All that-that Harold mess?" "I'm scared, Harry. I keep hearing voices. Dark, cold, scary, voices." Harry wrapped his arms around her. "I won't let anybody hurt you. I love you." Harry was horrified. He knew exactly who those voices were from. They were from Voldemort. Harry sat down on the couch bringing Ginny down with him kissing her neck softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you Ginny. Will you marry me?" Ginny looked at him. "Harry, I'm only sixteen." Harry nodded. "I love you though, Ginny, I really do." "I love you too, Harry, but I don't know if marriage is appropriate. I have one more year of school left and you are graduating this year. You will be searching for a career. "I already told you Lupin is going to help me become and Auror." Ginny nodded. "I will have to think about it." Ginny laid down with her ear against Harry chest listening to his soft heartbeat. She couldn't say no. It would be impossible and unfair to Harry.
Harry sat at the fire longing to see his godfather to appear. Harry lost him when he was fifteen. He wasn't sure if he could go on without him. Harry lost his parents when he was a baby. The man who murdered him tried murdering his him but left nothing but a scar. Harry was raised by his aunt and uncle who mistreated him and always put him last. One day, though, on Harry's eleventh birthday he was visited by a very tall and unusual man. He told Harry he was a wizard and that the headmaster of a school of witchcraft and wizardry sent him to get Harry. From then Harry never was the same. He had been into so much he was amazed that he was alive. He went from dodging enormous three-headed dogs to fighting death eaters while watching his godfather's life get taken away from him. "Harry." A soft voice was heard in the distance of the cold common room. Harry sat up and saw Ginny. Harry stood up and walked to her. "Hey, how are you?" asked Harry. "I could be better." "Ginny, what was all that earlier? All that-that Harold mess?" "I'm scared, Harry. I keep hearing voices. Dark, cold, scary, voices." Harry wrapped his arms around her. "I won't let anybody hurt you. I love you." Harry was horrified. He knew exactly who those voices were from. They were from Voldemort. Harry sat down on the couch bringing Ginny down with him kissing her neck softly. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you Ginny. Will you marry me?" Ginny looked at him. "Harry, I'm only sixteen." Harry nodded. "I love you though, Ginny, I really do." "I love you too, Harry, but I don't know if marriage is appropriate. I have one more year of school left and you are graduating this year. You will be searching for a career. "I already told you Lupin is going to help me become and Auror." Ginny nodded. "I will have to think about it." Ginny laid down with her ear against Harry chest listening to his soft heartbeat. She couldn't say no. It would be impossible and unfair to Harry.