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*Never felt So Alone*
Ginny must have helped me back into my bed last night, because when I woke up, I was in my bed instead of sprawled on the floor. I'm starting to fell ashamed. Ashamed of the way I've been acting. Of the things I've been doing.
Ginny seems over it. She seems perfectly fine with the fact that her brother and his best friend are dead. I can't understand how she does it. How she deals.
Fred and George stopped at our apartment today. They had a bunch of boxes. Boxes full of Harry's things from the apartment he shared with Ron. They figured I would want all his stuff.
They were right.
Four boxes, huge boxes, filled with Harry's things. I brought them all into my room and locked the door, so I couldn't be disturbed as I looked through them.
Three boxes were filled with clothes. Sweaters, pants, jeans, cloaks, robes, everything. The last box was filled with other things. Things like his schoolbooks, letters, the Marauders' Map and his invisibility cloak. His Firebolt was missing.
I picked up his invisibility cloak when I spotted a leather-bound book beneath it. I didn't know what it was, it didn't have wording on the front so I knew it wasn't a book from school or Diagon Alley. I was curious, so I carefully opened it.
The first page was a picture of two people. One woman with bright green eyes and ginger hair. Next to her was a man with untidy black hair. He looked a lot like Harry. In fact, he looked exactly like Harry except for the eyes. Harry's eyes were like the woman's.
I gasped. These people were Harry's parents. The next page was the two of them in school, and after that they were waving from a table in the Three Broomsticks. Page after page there were pictures. There was even one of them on their wedding day with Sirius as James' best man. Every page was filled with smiling pictures of them. And in the back there was even one of the two of them holding Harry when he was just born.
How long had he had this? How long had Harry been sitting up, late at night on his bed, gazing at the same pictures I was looking at now? I can imagine him sitting, with his bed curtains drawn closed, flipping carefully through the album. Looking at the parents he never knew. The ones that were torn from his life before he was old enough to appreciate them.
I looked through the pictures again, smiling wordlessly. Why had he never told us of this? Where had he gotten it? So many questions, and there's no way for me to get an answer.
I should be happy now. Happy for Harry. Because Harry's with them now. With his parents for the first time since he was one. He can make up all those years of lost time.
I should be happy for him.
But I'm not. I'm sad. Depressed because Harry's not here, looking at these pictures beside me.
Because he's gone. Completely gone.
And I've never felt so alone.
A/N: Chapter Three!! I hope you liked it!! Chapter Four should be up in a few days!! Please review!! I really appreciate it!!
Thank you to all my reviewers from Chapter Two!!! You guys are the best!!
:Dan fan: Yes, I know you'll always review. I'm glad you liked the chapter!! I'm glad it was up fast enough for you!! I'll get the next chapter up soon so you wont have to wait long!! =)
:Kim: No, I am NOT pretending I'm Hermione. I am not depressing, you should know that. Lol. I'm glad you think its good!!
:HarryHermione13524: I like your pen name!! H/H forever!! I'm very happy you found my story so sad!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!! And I really hope to hear from you again!!
:Allysoner: Here's the next chapter!! I hope I didn't leave you hanging for tooo long. I'm very happy you think I'm a good writer. I feel special *smiles.* Yes, I'm sure waffles and bacon would cheer Hermione up. We'll see.
*Never felt So Alone*
Ginny must have helped me back into my bed last night, because when I woke up, I was in my bed instead of sprawled on the floor. I'm starting to fell ashamed. Ashamed of the way I've been acting. Of the things I've been doing.
Ginny seems over it. She seems perfectly fine with the fact that her brother and his best friend are dead. I can't understand how she does it. How she deals.
Fred and George stopped at our apartment today. They had a bunch of boxes. Boxes full of Harry's things from the apartment he shared with Ron. They figured I would want all his stuff.
They were right.
Four boxes, huge boxes, filled with Harry's things. I brought them all into my room and locked the door, so I couldn't be disturbed as I looked through them.
Three boxes were filled with clothes. Sweaters, pants, jeans, cloaks, robes, everything. The last box was filled with other things. Things like his schoolbooks, letters, the Marauders' Map and his invisibility cloak. His Firebolt was missing.
I picked up his invisibility cloak when I spotted a leather-bound book beneath it. I didn't know what it was, it didn't have wording on the front so I knew it wasn't a book from school or Diagon Alley. I was curious, so I carefully opened it.
The first page was a picture of two people. One woman with bright green eyes and ginger hair. Next to her was a man with untidy black hair. He looked a lot like Harry. In fact, he looked exactly like Harry except for the eyes. Harry's eyes were like the woman's.
I gasped. These people were Harry's parents. The next page was the two of them in school, and after that they were waving from a table in the Three Broomsticks. Page after page there were pictures. There was even one of them on their wedding day with Sirius as James' best man. Every page was filled with smiling pictures of them. And in the back there was even one of the two of them holding Harry when he was just born.
How long had he had this? How long had Harry been sitting up, late at night on his bed, gazing at the same pictures I was looking at now? I can imagine him sitting, with his bed curtains drawn closed, flipping carefully through the album. Looking at the parents he never knew. The ones that were torn from his life before he was old enough to appreciate them.
I looked through the pictures again, smiling wordlessly. Why had he never told us of this? Where had he gotten it? So many questions, and there's no way for me to get an answer.
I should be happy now. Happy for Harry. Because Harry's with them now. With his parents for the first time since he was one. He can make up all those years of lost time.
I should be happy for him.
But I'm not. I'm sad. Depressed because Harry's not here, looking at these pictures beside me.
Because he's gone. Completely gone.
And I've never felt so alone.
A/N: Chapter Three!! I hope you liked it!! Chapter Four should be up in a few days!! Please review!! I really appreciate it!!
Thank you to all my reviewers from Chapter Two!!! You guys are the best!!
:Dan fan: Yes, I know you'll always review. I'm glad you liked the chapter!! I'm glad it was up fast enough for you!! I'll get the next chapter up soon so you wont have to wait long!! =)
:Kim: No, I am NOT pretending I'm Hermione. I am not depressing, you should know that. Lol. I'm glad you think its good!!
:HarryHermione13524: I like your pen name!! H/H forever!! I'm very happy you found my story so sad!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!! And I really hope to hear from you again!!
:Allysoner: Here's the next chapter!! I hope I didn't leave you hanging for tooo long. I'm very happy you think I'm a good writer. I feel special *smiles.* Yes, I'm sure waffles and bacon would cheer Hermione up. We'll see.