Harry Potter walked into the Gryffindor common room, his head down to hide the streaks of tears that ran down his cheeks. He didn't want to talk to anyone right at that moment, not even Ron and Hermione. He just needed to be alone. Harry had been so overcome with grief and emotion, he had even contemplated leaving Hogwarts and returning to the Dursley's house at Privet Drive, just to avoid ever having to pass her in the hall way or have to sit near her in classes. Harry sat on the end of his four poster bed. He looked over at his trunk and Hedwig's cage and ran through countless ideas in his mind. He could runaway and stay at... at Grimwald Place! No, no… she'd be there too. He couldn't go to the Burrow… not anymore. There was no use trying to tell Hermione and Ron what had happened. It would only be a matter of minutes before they found out and Ron would be bounding up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Harry looked over at the picture that lay on his bed. There she was. To him she was completely perfect in everyway, and you could tell by the way he was holding her. It reminded Harry of the picture of his mother and father. This made him feel even worse. Just as he had buried his face in his pillows, he heard the door of the dormitory open.
"Harry?"