Disclaimer: my name isn't J. K. and I don't own any of the Harry Potter
characters.
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Hermione Granger stood alone the blazing fire in the Gryffindor common room studying for her Potions exam the next day. This was where you could almost always find Hermione. It was her own little corner; her very own place to hide, alone and unnoticed. Tonight Hermione was feeling especially sad as she read on about love potions. This, of course, was because tomorrow was Valentines Day.
She looked up sadly at all the couples walking hand in hand; gazing at each other lovingly. "If only someone cared about me that much," she thought sadly. What she didn't know, however, was that there was someone sitting up in their dormitory thinking exactly the same thoughts as she.
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Harry Potter was sitting silently on his bed dreading the next day. He knew what it would be like. It would be like every other Valentines Day he has had. Every memory of this holiday was enough to make his eyes sting and get all watery. As looked back sadly on his childhood Valentines Days, one year stood out more than all the others.
Harry was about eight or nine at the time. He was very excited about going to school and opening his brightly decorated paper bag that would be filled with candy and cards from his classmates. Harry anxiously slipped a hand into his bag, only to find crumbs left over from his cousin Dudley's lunch the previous day. (He wasn't allowed to use a new bag.) He was devastated to say the least, but that was nothing compared to how he felt when he came home that day.
Dudley, as usual, was bragging about the many Valentines he had gotten when Harry came downstairs. He immediately began to cook dinner when his Aunt and Uncle burst into the kitchen with Dudley's many gifts. When he asked why they hadn't bought him any, his Uncle grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him into his cupboard under the stairs. Harry had cried for hours and hours until he had finally cried himself to sleep. It just wasn't fair. He had no friends to give him Valentines. But the worst of all was that he had no parents. Harry's parents were dead; his Aunt Petunia had told him they had died in a car crash. He had grown up all his life with no love.
Harry shuddered as a slamming door brought him back to the present. It was his best friend, Ron. This only made Harry feel worse; even Ron had a girlfriend this Valentines Day. Harry sighed and decided to go down to the common room. Maybe this Valentines Day would be different, he thought. There was no use regretting the past or worrying about the future, after all.
Harry figured he should probably get started on his homework and he knew his friend Hermione Granger would be there studying until late that night for their Potions exam the next day. Hermione was the smartest girl of all the fifth years and, to Harry, one of the prettiest. Perhaps she would help him with his History of Magic essay, he thought, as he made his way to the common room. He was looking for an excuse to talk to her, after all.
~ That's it for now! Let me know what you think and I'll try to update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading! ~
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Hermione Granger stood alone the blazing fire in the Gryffindor common room studying for her Potions exam the next day. This was where you could almost always find Hermione. It was her own little corner; her very own place to hide, alone and unnoticed. Tonight Hermione was feeling especially sad as she read on about love potions. This, of course, was because tomorrow was Valentines Day.
She looked up sadly at all the couples walking hand in hand; gazing at each other lovingly. "If only someone cared about me that much," she thought sadly. What she didn't know, however, was that there was someone sitting up in their dormitory thinking exactly the same thoughts as she.
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Harry Potter was sitting silently on his bed dreading the next day. He knew what it would be like. It would be like every other Valentines Day he has had. Every memory of this holiday was enough to make his eyes sting and get all watery. As looked back sadly on his childhood Valentines Days, one year stood out more than all the others.
Harry was about eight or nine at the time. He was very excited about going to school and opening his brightly decorated paper bag that would be filled with candy and cards from his classmates. Harry anxiously slipped a hand into his bag, only to find crumbs left over from his cousin Dudley's lunch the previous day. (He wasn't allowed to use a new bag.) He was devastated to say the least, but that was nothing compared to how he felt when he came home that day.
Dudley, as usual, was bragging about the many Valentines he had gotten when Harry came downstairs. He immediately began to cook dinner when his Aunt and Uncle burst into the kitchen with Dudley's many gifts. When he asked why they hadn't bought him any, his Uncle grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him into his cupboard under the stairs. Harry had cried for hours and hours until he had finally cried himself to sleep. It just wasn't fair. He had no friends to give him Valentines. But the worst of all was that he had no parents. Harry's parents were dead; his Aunt Petunia had told him they had died in a car crash. He had grown up all his life with no love.
Harry shuddered as a slamming door brought him back to the present. It was his best friend, Ron. This only made Harry feel worse; even Ron had a girlfriend this Valentines Day. Harry sighed and decided to go down to the common room. Maybe this Valentines Day would be different, he thought. There was no use regretting the past or worrying about the future, after all.
Harry figured he should probably get started on his homework and he knew his friend Hermione Granger would be there studying until late that night for their Potions exam the next day. Hermione was the smartest girl of all the fifth years and, to Harry, one of the prettiest. Perhaps she would help him with his History of Magic essay, he thought, as he made his way to the common room. He was looking for an excuse to talk to her, after all.
~ That's it for now! Let me know what you think and I'll try to update as soon as I can. Thanks for reading! ~
