Harry Potter silently chewed on his burnt bacon. He scribbled in his oatmeal. He chopped his scrambled eggs. He sighed; he glanced around for a friendly face. Until he finally realized there weren't any. He waited for his friend Hermione Granger, who said she was going to the library to check out an interesting book she had discovered last night. He glanced farther down the Gryffindor table to see one of his old friends, Ronald Weasley. Laughing hysterically with Dean Thomas, another one of Harry's old friends. He tried to catch the eye of his former red haired friend, but he could not. He looked down at his oatmeal. Soggy as squashy. He dipped his spoon in the yellow mess, and shoved it in his mouth.

He saw Hermione come walking into the Great Hall. Frowning at Ron as she passed.

"Got it." she sighed climbing onto the bench in front of Harry, "Eternal Glory In the Face of the Unknown by Miranda Hucklebone. I've been searching for this all year! Who would have known it was in the third year area…" she broke off. Noticing her friend staring down at Ron angrily. "It was terrible how he treated you. Awful. I would have thought better." she glanced at Harry. Who was still staring at Ron. "It's all right Harry. It'll be fine. There are tons of people out there who are like you. It's completely normal."

"To like guys?" began Harry wheeling around to stare at his bushy- haired friend. "Do you think, liking guys is normal? I know I am not supposed to be this way. I'm suppose to like girls. I'm not suppose to be like this." He scratched his neck hard. Hermione opened her mouth to say something. But closed it. "I- I don't know what to say Harry. I can't say some people are born like this because I do know it is a choice you make. But, I'm not sure, if well… you …" she cut off again. She scratched her bushy brown hair. " Listen Harry. What I do know, is that, you don't have to be like this. You can change. Whenever you want." Harry stared at her through his emerald green eyes to her chocolate brown ones. "But- but- but what if I can't change. But what if this is just how I am? " He asked. She frowned again. "I really don't know Harry. I really don't know."

Harry and Hermione sat in the library. Pouring over some of Hermione's Potions notes; getting ready for the Potions exam next bell. Ron came stalking in glancing at Hermione, "I was just wondering if maybe I could use some of your notes for the essay." e said frowning at Harry. "Sure. Take a seat." Hermione answered. Ron looked at Her as though she had just lost her mind. "Ar-ar- are sure I can't just take them up to the dormitory?"
Asked Ron. "No! Don't be silly! Harry and I are studying too! Just sit down." Ron sat down doubtfully next to Hermione. He then cautiously took out his quill and parchment and began to write. "Hi, Ron." whispered Harry. Ron ignored him. "now Hermione…doesn't gillyweed tails add up to five on this chart?" asked ron, completely ignoring that Harry had just spoken to him. "Ronald! Harry just said hello to you! will you!" said Hermione. Ron sighed.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Hermione stared at Ron. "Now, how hard was that?" she asked. Ron said nothing.

"Hermione? May I have a word with you?" he asked

"Sure"

The two walked away from Harry behind a book shelf. " How can you hang out with him?" asked Ron curiously. "He is my friend." she answered strictly. " But he likes guys. Doesn't that sound a little bit abnormal to you?" asked Ron.

"Yes Ronald. I can not say I support his decision thoroughly but… he is my friend. And I will try to be there for him, which I," said Hermione poking him hard in the chest. "Thought you," she poked his again ",would do! But no! You have to hate him for it! Ron! It's his decision! He is the one who likes guys! Not you!" Ron stared at her angrily he stormed away. Over at the table he grabbed his stuff. He stared at Harry. "Freak." he stormed away in silence.