Hands Are Red With Your Blame.

Tracey was glad, they were returning to school. She'd be far away from the dark, awful place that was Gimmauld place. And she'd be able to put distance between Harry and his Weaslette. They deserved each other, she thought bitterly.

Severus was right... Gryffindors only went with Gryffindors and no one could love the broken.

XX

It was her fault, Harry thought as they reached platform nine and three quarters and she split from the group to go off to her Slytherin friends. Probably to tell them what a fool she had made of the Harry Potter.

Somehow he thought, that he'd never be the same now. He couldn't be. Not after loving someone and feeling like he had been betrayed.

He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to love again, much less trust. And it was all her fault.

TBC...

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