I sighed as I looked down the table towards Harry. It's been a week since we had destroyed four of the horcruxes, and Harry still wouldn't speak to me. Herimone and Ginny were sitting next to me with looks of worry on their faces. "Angel," Ginny said, "I'm sure you and Harry are just having a little lovers' spat. It'll be over before you know it, and you won't remember what it was about." Hermione nodded her head in agreement, but I didn't want to talk about it anymore.

I stood up from the plate they insisted on making for me, not one bite of it eaten, and walked out of the Great Hall and towards the first class of the day.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked as he sat next to me. He had grown quite a bit since the last time I saw him. Before he was about as tall as I was, but now he was at least a head taller.

"I'm pretty okay," I said sending him my most convincing smile. I had to act the same. No one could know how upset I was. I was the happy one. I had to be happy.

"Are you sure? If Potter did anything to make you upset-"

"I'm fine Draco," I laughed, "Just go get the ingredients."

"Alright," he said giving up, "Alright."

When he was gone, I saw a shadow cover me and our work space. "Ms. Peacock, please stay behind in class. There is something I would like to speak with you about."

"Yes Professor Snape," I said giving him a smile.

All during class, Harry ignored me. He didn't look at me at all, and I felt like crying the entire time. I wished I could call my sister or have my mom hold me. I hated the Fates. Even if I didn't want to stay here after the defeat of Voldemort, I had to stay. Everyone from my world thought I was dead now. They took away the choice they had originally gave me. They took away any chance at a normal life I had.

Before class was over I noticed Draco's worried glances. "How do you do that?" he asked as we cleaned up the station, "Your face kind of went blank, like you weren't in your head anymore, but you kept going."

"We have to keep going Draco. Life doesn't stop just because you're sad or angry or breaking apart. You have to keep going," I said.

"Was that for me or you?" he asked.

"Shut up," I grumbled. We continued cleaning up and waited for everyone to finish their potions. Draco didn't say a word. He shut up like I told him to, but that didn't stop the worried glances that were quickly becoming annoying.

Class finally ended, and my first instinct was to get up and run from the classroom. Then I remembered that Professor Snape wished to talk to me.

When everyone, Harry and Draco included, left the room, I walked up to the desk. The good professor was sitting there looking at me. "I've noticed that you haven't been eating as much, Angel," he said, "at all in fact."

"I'm trying a new diet craze," I said.

"I've also noticed some emotional changes. You don't fight back when one of my Slytherins insults you anymore."

"Then you should keep a better eye on your snakes, so I wouldn't have to do your job."

"You know very well why I can't do that Angel," Snape was quickly losing his patience, "I'm worried about you. Lupin is worried about you."

"With all due respect Professor," I said, "It is not your job to worry about me. You are neither my parent or my head of house. Have a good day." With that, I walked way and out of the classroom.

He hates you now, my brain told me as I laid in my bed in Gryffindor tower, You ruined the only good relationship you've ever had. The words "He hates you" echoed all through my head. Just wait until Ron, Hermione, and Ginny get a hold of that info. They'll hate you too. Within a month, this whole school will hate you. Half of them already do.

I closed my curtains and laid down again. I didn't want anyone to hear or see me cry. You know what the funny part is? It's not Voldemort or Dumbledore who are your worst enemies. You're your own worst enemy. Might as well kill yourself, so you don't have to worry about that anymore.

"No," I whispered, "No, no, no. I will not go down this road again. If I do..."

I cried silently into my pillow. Gavin, who was asleep at the foot of my bed, was awoken by the slight shaking. He crawled up to the head and curled against me as I sobbed. I looked at him and pulled him closer to me.

Harry's POV (Common Room)

"What happened Harry?" Ron asked me.

"What are you talking about Ron?" I replied, "I'm perfectly fine."

"And we all know that your 'fine' is a cry for help," Hermione said, "What happened with Angel?"

"Nothing," I groaned. I knew they would get it out of me eventually. They had a act for that.

"Harry..." Hermione said slowly.

"She wouldn't involve me in the killing of the horcruxes," I said, "Said she 'didn't know how it would effect me.'"

"I understand that," Ron said, "I mean, things have changed since she's been around. And we've seen first hand how being around those things hurt you. She was just making some precautions."

"Then why wouldn't she talk to me? She didn't tell me about it before she left, and she wouldn't talk about it afterwards!" I asked angrily.

"She probably didn't want to get your hopes up, mate. What if they tried and one of them wouldn't die?" Ron asked.

"Afterwards, she probably didn't think it was that important. I mean they were killed and everything was fine for the moment. And you know Angel. She wouldn't tell you if she didn't think it was important." I started to think about it, and I realized that she was right. Angel wouldn't tell us if she thought it was important. When I asked her if she had killed the horcruxes, she told the truth, but she didn't see it as important anymore.

I got really sheepish under their gazes. "What did you do?" Ron asked.

"I kinda sorta said that she shouldn't have come to this universe..." I replied.

"You did what!?" Hermione yelled.

"I know! I was just so angry!" I said throwing my hands against my face, "I didn't mean it, and she knew that. But when she said so, I told her 'Maybe I do' and I walked away."

"Good going Harry!" Ron glared, "You need to apologize to her."

"I don't know how to. It's been a week, and I don't know how to apologize to the girl I love!" I yelled, "I'm such an idiot!"

"Yep," Hermione said simply, "trust is like a mirror Harry. You can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in the reflection."

"Do you think I can ever fix it?" I asked.

"I don't know, but you might have pushed her right into Malfoy's arms," she replied before walking up the stairs to the girls dorm.

Ron stood up too. "Where are you going?"

"I'm mad at you. I'm going upstairs."

"Our friendship is broken too?" I asked.

"No, but I'm still pissed at you. I'll get over it, but if you let her walk away from you or if you had hurt her, I don't think I will ever be able to forgive you for it."

I sighed and followed him up the stairs. I was just so tired. When I had sat down on my bed, I heard her whisper something. "No. No, no, no, I won't go down this road again. If I do..."

What road? I thought, A broken heart? Or something worse?