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Pretending
Harry was sitting on a rock, between the trees of a forest that reminded him of the woods near Hogwarts, those amazingly peaceful woods where he had lived so many moments, happy and not so happy ones; he closed his eyes. He thought of those times, when he could be wherever he wanted with whoever he wanted not having to be careful to be seen by anybody. A sudden sadness came to him, but then Ginny's face materialized in his head; she was as pretty as she always was, maybe even more; nevertheless, she looked unhappy, then Maebh's face appeared next to Ginny's, provoking on her a disappointed grimace that hit on Harry's feelings as a knife.
A beam of light hurt his eyes when he opened them; at first he didn't exactly know where he was, but then he thought that he might have gone outside last night because of his guard turn. However, he got up, looked at the tent and all what had happened during the night came to him violently as he saw Ron sleeping on the side and remember the true reason for going outside himself.
Nobody had to know it, it hasn't ended as it could have, but had still meant something; something he didn't understand but that was there and explained the dream about Ginny… Ginny, how had he made that to her? This had to stop, and it was going to stop immediately.
He walked towards the tent and when he went inside he found a scene that his eyes couldn't believe. Hermione was happily talking to Maebh about Hogwarts and all its wonders and charms. He got stuck on the entry, thinking up a way to go and talk to the Irish girl without telling Hermione why she couldn't be present while he did it, he thought fast, because Hermione becoming friends with her would suppose that she would probably tell her everything about their almost… No, he didn't want to see it like that; it hadn't been anything more than a little, common chat. Anyways, he looked for her eyes to make a sign for her to understand that they had to talk, but she averted her sight because she obviously didn't want to talk about that.
Maebh wasn't stupid; she knew perfectly that Harry wouldn't like continue whatever they started last night because she also knew about Ginny. That was the first thing she had asked Hermione once they started to talk some hours ago, when she, the one that seemed to hate her the most, had come and begun to interrogate her; a very different interrogation to the one Harry had made, of course. It looked as though the answers to those questions had pleased Hermione, as she started to treat her as normal being person and not like an enemy. But she wasn't sure enough that she wasn't being friendly just to gain her confidence and then to be able to manipulate her better. On the other side, the feeling of having something similar to friend that wasn't Seamus was so great that she couldn't help talking to Hermione like if they knew each other for years, and that was awesome; even if she didn't really know why she was being so kind.
When Hermione finished telling Maebh all the details about the gossip in Hogwarts last year, she stood up and faced Harry, making him a sign to go outside, because she had to speak to him about something important. That made Harry's blood freeze inside his veins for the only thought of her knowing about last night stuff, but he still followed her to the outside. She was the first to talk.
"You know what? I think this girl isn't so bad"
"Do you? And what have made you change your mind so radically?" He said, a bit stressed at the moment "Thought you were a bit unconfident about her presence."
"Well, yeah, I was; but last night I went to talk to her… you know, just to try to learn something more about her and I found out that she's been really lonely during her whole life. She didn't go to Hogwarts because of her brother being a Squib!" Then she began telling him all what Maebh had told her, but he already knew it, so he stopped paying attention soon as he decided that Hermione hadn't been informed of the events happened between the two of them.
Then he looked for Ron, it had been quite long since the last time they talked, and Harry thought that the Horcrux had something to do with it, his friend wasn't the chatter box he used to be, since they had been carrying the locket he wasn't the same; not only he didn't talk as much as he usually did, but he also complained about everything and he was always in a bad mood. It looked as if the effects of the cursed object affected him more than the others, but Harry had something more important to think about right now.
Hermione was now telling him about how Maebh had obtained a wand, her father not knowing it and her brother not aware of even the existence of magic or any of its wonders. That was, Harry thought, what the girl would have told him if… Well, what had happened. Then he visualized again that moment and decided that the best was going to be ignoring the incident, making its memory fade with time.
Days followed one to another, just as always; moving through the countryside as they had always done, even the part of not knowing what to do next. And that one thing was bothering not only Harry, also Ron and Hermione were beginning to become a bit uncomfortable about the idea of nobody guiding them, and Harry knew it. He had heard them whispering during the nights, he was aware that they didn't follow him as they did because they thought he was hiding information from them. Ron was the one to be more upset, and it was becoming more obvious with the passing days. He only talked directly to Maebh now; it looked as if he tried to be friends with her only because she was not involved in the Horcrux seek.
That was something that made Harry's life harder than it already was, because he was trying to ignore that girl, and if everybody was talking to her it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. But what it made it really hard to not pay attention to her was her eyes, always looking for his; maybe asking for an explanation to the cold and rough attitude he was having against her, with apparently no cause. It was difficult to deal with that because in his inside he knew she deserved an answer, something, no matter if it was nice or bad; just something that would help her organize her mind and feelings.
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