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Harry couldn't sleep, for his mind was rolling with question. Pus Ron's snoring echoed though the house. Harry tiptoed out of the room and made his way down stairs to sleep on the couch. As he passed the kitchen, he heard something moving. In shock, he pulled out his wand.

"Whose there!" he said, his wand pointing out into the dark and reaching for for the the light switch.

"It's the head bitter offer . . . er "

"Recognizing the voice Harry put down his wand and flipped the light switch. Just as he suspected, there at the table with a glass of water, was Abby.

"What are doing?" Harry said cocky.

Abby let out a small chuckle. "I couldn't sleep, I was thirsty, jetlag, and I had to pee." She said with a smile. "What are you doing down here?"

"With Ron's snoring, I'm surprised the whole house can sleep." Harry said also with a smile.

There was a long silence but no tension this time. Abby wasn't staring at Harry this time, He was staring at Abby. And she was the first to break the silence. "Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you and I understand. I mentioned it. I'd be angry, too." Said Harry as walked over to and sat down in front of Abby.

"You call what happened it?" Abby said with a striate face.

"Well would you like to say what happen?" Harry answered, staring at her still. There was another long silence.

"I talked to him that day though the fireplace. At midnight, I got the news. I cried for days. I had never cried like that other then when my dad died. How did you feel?" Abby said fiddling with her hair.

"I felt like he left us." Harry whispered.

Abby felt about what she was about to say. "I-I heard you saw what happened. Is that true?" She asked almost as quite as Harry did.

"Your shore asking a lot of questions." Harry said trying to change the subject.

"Is it true?" Abby said a little louder.

"I-I don't like being asked so many q-!" Harry started but was interrupted

"IS IT TRUE!" Abby yelled and slammed down her glass of water so heard that it broke into pieces, cutting her handed. She stared at the cuts, which started to bleed.

"I'll get a napkin." Harry said grabbing her hand and looked at the cuts.

"I'm fine, it's just a scrap." Harry still stood up and grabbed a napkin.

"Your bleeding." He said sitting down next to her this time.

"Is it true." She was staring at him with tears in her eyes.

Harry looked at her then down at the cuts on her hand and gulped. "Yeah it's true but I couldn't do anything."

"Tell me about it." Abby said calmly.

"I don't want to talk about it and I don't like mentioning it." Harry said as the bleeding stopped.

Another long silence. "I know about the prophecy." Abby said twiddling with her hair again.

Harry sat there stunned by what she just said. "W-What d-did you say?" he said shaking.

Abby had stopped playing with her hair and was looking at him, with a small smile. "The prophecy, about you and Voldemort. The prophecy you moron."

"Oh, that prophecy. Who told- oh." Harry whispered the last sentence. "Now I'm in a bad mood. Say something to make me laugh. . . please."

Abby let out a sign and her smile grew bigger. "Ok . . . um one time I had my two friends Cindy, her boyfriend, and Shyan were hanging out and Shyan was talking about how she just got her nails done Mark, Cindy's boyfriend, had left the room when Shyan had started to talk. And just as he was walking back in she said 'and I got the tips done' and immediately said 'you got your tits done'!" Abby and Harry busted out laughing. "Oh my god."

"What?" Harry said curiously.

"It's two in the morning. I better get to bed. Good night."

"Good night." Harry smiled to himself.

I made a new friend Harry and Abby thought.

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