Give It a Chance

Ah, the second part of my adventure! This part mainly has to do with Rebecca's (ha-ha, I absolutely did not name a character after myself…) past, and how her prior relationship comes to haunt her, in a sense. I don't entirely remember how I got to writing about her high school experiences, but I did.

Honestly, I still don't even like this part myself. But, as usual, it is going somewhere. Slowly, but surely. This part begins where it left off after the last DA meeting before the holidays, and to about Mid-February, I believe. If you haven't read the first part, here's a recap:

Rebecca Sherry transfers to Hogwarts for her Fifth Year, and her life is turned upside down. Being sorted into Slytherin, she quickly gains many friends and even more enemies. One friend being Harry Potter, who she falls for quickly, while she hides her feelings behind her tough Slytherin skin. This witty and sarcastic girl stirs up trouble, including being the only female to be on the Quidditch team (and just as quickly, kicked off the team), the only girl to stand up to Malfoy, and the girl with the biggest secrets. Where did she come from, and who are her parents? But while these questions go unanswered to the rest of Hogwarts, Rebecca accidentally stumbles upon a certain crush and beautiful Ravenclaw locking lips in the Room of Requirements. And that is where our story picks up.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, THOUGH I CAN DREAM.

Rating: T, but might move for language.

Chapter One
All Hail The Heartbreaker

And I ran. I kept running, and I kept running until I had no where to go, until I couldn't feel the air in my lungs, and until I couldn't feel the pain in my heart. I stopped with tears running down my face, breathing heavily, and melted into the wall, collapsing onto the ground. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. I felt like I had been ripped in half. Not even my Slytherin pride could make it through this, as I felt more tears running down my cheeks.

After a minute of so, I heard a noise coming from around the corner. I mustered all the strength in my body to get myself off the floor and hide behind a statue. My back against the wall, I held in my breath. The person continued down the hall and once I couldn't hear them anymore, I took a deep, weeping gasp of air and raced back to my dorm.

I got ready for bed as quietly as I could, trying not to wake up Jade or Pansy, and slowly crept into my sheets and rested my head on my pillow. Then, right there, I cried myself to sleep.

Everything was a blur; I didn't even have a dream. The next two weeks felt like a daze, keeping me secluded in my own dismal attitude. I took nearly every day off, complaining of some kind of sickness. Every time I did go to class, well, I never went to the classes I had with the Gryffindors. I felt ridiculous, hiding away from Harry after the inevitable happened. Everyone knew he was going to get together with Cho, everyone except me apparently. I felt like a five year-old, trying to skip meals and classes just so I wouldn't have to see Harry and think about how crushed I was. Slytherins don't get crushed, they crush. And then suddenly, it was time for the Christmas break.

I barely got any sleep, and I when I woke up, all I could hear was excited chatting followed by clothes being tossed into trunks. I didn't want anything to do with them right now, so I threw my blankets over my head and turned the other way.

As they left the dorm, I pulled my head out from the covers, only to feel the tears welling behind my eyes. And suddenly, picture upon picture flashed in my head from the year before and I nearly gasped. I forgot, then quickly asked myself,

Why has this happened to me,

again?