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Chapter 11
Her bright hair shone, glittering in the sunlight. It hung around her shoulders, framing her face. Her eyes were a beautiful dark green; however, they were filled with hate. She looked at him in disgust, and shook her head angrily. She spat at his feet, and glared.
"I'm sorry-" Harry tried to apologise.
"I don't want to hear it!" she shrieked, shoving his chest. She turned away from him, and broke into a run.
"Ginny! Please! Come back!" he shouted, grabbing her hand. She jerked away.
"Look at what you've done!" she cried, "The people you've murdered - You let us down Harry!"
"Ginny." He bit his lip; he wouldn't cry, not today. Harry's voice was thick, and he swallowed.
"You're meant to be our saviour! You were supposed to help us! And-" She blinked back tears, " You're dead to me, Harry. To all of us." It was then that Harry let the tears fall; he tried to touch Ginny, but she just moved further back every time. "You've failed. I hate you!"
"Ginny!"
Harry sat up, soaked in sweat, panting. He brought his hand up to his face, only to find tears wetting his cheeks. It was just a dream. Only a dream. Harry was shaken, and filled with guilt. He really had done horrible things, and he deserved what dream-Ginny said to him. However, that didn't mean it didn't hurt him. His hand moved to his arm, and felt the scars that lay there. 82 notches lay on his arms. It sounds a lot, but these marks fit on his arms perfectly; they were a part of him. Really, it surprised Harry that no-one had noticed, and he was grateful for that. A sudden thought caught him. He didn't have a cut for today.
He moved to the mahogany dresser, and dug to the bottom of the drawer. Harry pulled out the knife, and gazed at it longingly. Light reflected off the blade, and it shone. Harry's heart felt like a stone when it reminded him of Ginny's hair; beautiful, and radiant. Guilt coursed through his veins, numbing his body.
He brought the blade to his upper arm, one of the only places left without a scar. A shiver shook him when the metal touched his skin. Breathing heavily, he drew the knife across his skin, pressing deep, wishing, begging it to hurt him more than he was already. He gazed at the cut, and squeezed to make it bleed, to make it sting. I hope that one day you can all forgive me...
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