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Black Memories

Introduction

Tears were falling from Harry's eyes, although no one could really tell. He was standing in the rain. He felt the rain drench his skin and his hair was unusually flat and dripping. Suddenly he couldn't feel the rain anymore. A familiar voice rung in his ears, it was Hermione.

"Are you ok, Harry?"

Harry looked up to see a black umbrella covering both he and Hermione, stopping the rain from continuing to soak Harry. He looked into Hermione's eyes and saw them filled with emotion. She knew that Harry wasn't all right. Would anyone be all right after this? She knew she wouldn't be. But she wanted Harry to know that she cared for him. Harry broke the eye contact and looked down at his feet.

"Yes." Harry finally replied.

A simple lie. Hermione thought. A simple lie to convince me otherwise, but the truth is, I know you too well, Harry, I know you're not ok. Hermione wished she could say that to Harry's face, but now wasn't the time nor place, she knew when Harry wanted to talk he would. But I hope it's not going to be too late. With out any warning Harry moved away from the shelter of Hermione's umbrella. Hermione sighed and stepped back towards Ron with her eyes still on Harry. She felt Ron place his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and shot him a look of annoyance. Harry was hunched forward, arms flopped to each side and his head was drooped. Even from a distance anyone could see the constant shaking of Harry's body.

This is too much. Harry thought. It's just too much. He couldn't stand the droning voice in the background. Despite the rain, the tears were still falling at an increasing rate. The black rose in his hand, twirling between his fingers. He felt a sharp prick as one of the thorns penetrated his flesh. Blood immediately poured out of the fresh wound. Finally the voice stopped. Harry walked forwards. His hand with the rose, he raised it so it was parallel to the ground. His fingers slowly let the rose fall. Harry watched it float downwards. It drifted in the air and fluttered towards the ground. Harry collapsed in a big heap on the wet grass.

Hermione started to run towards her troubled friend, but something stopped her. She turned to see Ron grasping her arm.

"Don't Hermione. You know Harry as much as I do, he'll come round when he is good and ready."

Hermione nodded. Poor Harry. Hermione thought to herself. He grew up with no sympathy, there's no way he is going to look for it now. Ron is right. It was over, everyone left, except for Harry. He stayed, still with tears flowing down his face. In the rain, he reminisced. Memories started to flow through his mind, too many to count but not too many to keep.

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