Nothing belongs 2 me, all J.K. Rowling's. The usual.

Understanding Harry

Like my other stories, I am giving this story up for adoption… Too much romance for my liking in this period of my life, so I can't be able to take on this story.

I don't write good romance. But here's for some people to get started…

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To the Boy Who Died:

You will die. And I will conquer.

If you show this note to your precious Dumbledore...

Your little friends will suffer, one by one.

Long Lives the Lord

Lord Voldemort

Harry scooted his wooden chair back and took deliberate steps to the Gryffindor common room. Everyone stared at Harry and it was dead silent. His steps, though light, sounded like huge booms of thunder. Ron and Hermione stared at him and looked back at each other and started talking. Everyone else hesitantly started talking. Ginny lightly threw her napkin down and excused herself to the bathroom. However, she took a right turn to the Gryffindor common room. She looked at Harry sitting down, and saw that he was clutching the letter. He looked up and Ginny's brown eyes met his dazzling green eyes. She also saw his face stained with salty tears. Shy as she was, she took a few steps toward him and wiped those tears off his cheek. Looking up at her, and whispered quietly, "Thanks Ginny."