DISCLAIMER: Okay, so once again, I do not own Harry Potter...which is indeed unfortunate, because I am in great need of money and I'm sure if I did own it I wouldn't have to work all the time to support my compulsive buying habits.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It was wonderfully nice. (blushes) You're really sensational!

Harry was fuming. No, he was more than that. He was infuriated, enraged, incensed, and downright ticked off. Where did they get off anyway? Weren't they supposed to be his friends? Apparently not. They'd trade him in for a Snape---A Snape!

There had to be some way to let out his anger. If Draco was around, he'd throw a hex at him, but that wasn't a possibility at the moment. He was going to explode soon. He saw his release and he went for it: he kicked the wall with all the anger he could muster.

Bad idea.

It took a little over a second for Harry to realize that what he had done had been really stupid and he was going to regret it, and almost two seconds had passed before he began to really feel the pain.

He let out an agonized yell and fell on the floor. This was really ridiculous, he told himself, he had once had all the bones in his arm removed, he'd been under the cruciatus curse--and this was making him howl with pain? His rationalization did not lessen the pain in any way.

"Harry! Are you alright?" Gwen's face appeared above his and she knelt by his side.

"I'm FINE." He growled between clenched teeth, "Don't touch me!" The searing pain had almost entirely gone away, but his foot was throbbing violently...it seemed very likely that it was broken.

"No you're not," she stared at him in concern, "Do you need me to help you get to Madame Pomfrey's office?"

"No!" he argued forcefully, "You stay away from me---Snape."

"You know," she commented conversationally, "You say that as though it's a bad thing. I may not always get along with my dad, but I'm not ashamed of who I am. If you dislike me, do it because of the things I do--not because of who my father was or is."

"I hate you because you're like your father," he spat.

"No you don't," she disagreed, brushing his statement aside, "You're mad because I don't bend to your will. Excuse me for having a mind of my own---and for having friends that you don't get along with. You're right--you should hate me."

"That's not why I hate you. I hate you because you don't care about death eaters--you act as though being one isn't a big deal!"

"I do not!" She rose in anger, "and I would not! Where do you get off anyway? What makes you think you can tell me what I believe? I hate the death eaters every bit as much as the next guy--more, because they broke the spirit of my mother and twisted the soul of my father. So--don't tell me what I feel!" She stood, her face flushed, "You're right Harry. We can't be friends. So do me a favor and stay the hell away from me."

She started to leave the room but hesitated at the door. Without turning around she said, "I'll send someone up to help you to the hospital wing." and she was gone.

Harry sat silently on the ground, going over the scene in his head. He tried very hard to pretend that he was still upset because she was a Snape and had no right to talk to him.

But deep down he realized that the reason he was so disturbed by their conversation, was because he knew she was right.

Sorry it was so short...but I've only just started working on this again and well...graduation is tomorrow and I was busy writing my speech (oi vay!)

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