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Harry and Ron had been down on the Pitch for hours practicing, when they returned around One 'o clock. The two boys were talking and laughing as they entered the school. Hailey and Hermione met them on the marble staircase, just as they were going out to find Harry and Ron. "We were just coming to get you" Hermione said. "Yeah, I thought we could go visit Sirius now…" Hailey added. Harry's smile faded a bit. He had been thinking about the whole Crest thing, and quite frankly, he was beginning to think he didn't care anymore. "I don't want to…" he told her quietly. "But Harry, you have to!" she said, surprised by Harry's sudden change of attitude. "Harry, you don't understand how important this is!" she was saying. "I do understand! But I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore! I'm sick of everyone expecting me to do everything they ask me to!" Harry's temper had flared up and he was saying what he felt, without even thinking. Hailey was taken aback. She hadn't wanted to make Harry yell, but then again, she could kind of understand what he was trying to say. Harry didn't give her any time to even consider telling him that she understood. "I don't want to do this! If you think it's so important, then why don't you deal with this crap!" this had done the trick. Hailey stepped back in fury. "Fine! I will!" she yelled back at him with equal rage. "Fine!" Harry repeated. They both turned on their heels and stormed off in different directions, leaving Ron and Hermione awestruck in the Entrance Hall.
Hailey stormed out onto the grounds, the realization that she had just had the first fight with her only brother, hitting her hard in the heart. She felt bad for Harry. She knew exactly what it was like to have everyone wanting you to do stuff, to have them expect things from you. She may not have escaped the Dark Lord, but she was the sister of The Boy Who Lived, and the second last living member of the Potter Family. This made her life very similar to Harry's demanding one. But she just didn't see why he just blew up like that. If it was her, she probably would have, at least tried to handle it in a civilized manner. Hailey plopped down on the grass and rested her head in her hands. She wanted to say sorry to Harry, but she doubted he was in the mood to talk to her at the moment. And on top of that, why should she be the one to say sorry? After all, he was the one who yelled at her……
Harry Sat in the boys Dormitory, huffing and puffing with anger. Why did he have to be The Boy Who Lived? Why couldn't he just be a normal boy? He wanted to be, so bad. But then again, some things that happened for the good, all because he was the famous Harry Potter, never would have happened. As he sat on his bed, frowning at the sheets as if they had done wrong, not once did the thought cross his mind. He had just fought with his sister. He didn't seem to really care at the moment, but it would smack him in the face, sooner or later……
Hermione and Ron talked for a brief minute, before going separate ways. Hermione went outside, in search of Hailey, and Ron traced Harry's footsteps to the boys Dormitory. "Harry?" Ron asked as he stepped inside. No answer. "Harry?" he said again, this time a bit louder. Ron walked over to Harry's four-poster, and peeked through the hangings. Harry was still sitting there, his knees tucked up to his chin, still glaring at nothing in particular. "Harry… Hailey's just worried about you, you know… she's probably really upset right now…" Ron told him quietly. Harry tore his gaze away from the empty spot in front of him, and looked up to Ron. "She just doesn't understand, Ron…" he said in a low whisper. He didn't feel very much like talking. He told Ron this and he left him alone, deciding not to press the subject. Meanwhile, Hermione was talking with Hailey, and they were getting somewhere. Hailey explained that she knew how Harry felt, and that she didn't mean to upset him. After a few minutes, Hailey thanked Hermione for coming out to talk. It had helped her quite a bit. However, she had decided that she would let Harry come and talk to her when he was ready. She didn't want to converse with Harry until he was calmed down, that way they wouldn't get in an even bigger fight. The rest of that day was awfully quiet, considering that Harry still hadn't confronted Hailey with an apology. It seemed that he still hadn't thought of it.
Ron was trying to get Harry to talk, by asking him questions and such. But it wasn't working very well. All Harry did was simply nod or shake his head. And sometimes, he'd even add a grunt. Later, Ron decided to try and avoid the "yes or no" questions, but this didn't help much either. All Harry would do now, was give a short simple answer, in a toneless voice. In frustration, Ron stormed off, and went to sit with Hailey and Hermione. "He's being impossible!" Ron exclaimed. "He's stubborn… Just like our dad was, or so I'm told…" Hailey mumbled. An hour or so passed, and Hermione announced that she was going off to bed. Harry had done so a few minutes before. Now, all who was left in the common room was Hailey and Ron. They sat in silence for some time. "You know, he's probably just venting… He doesn't usually share his feelings with anyone, and the chance just happened to come around! The way I see it, it's like he's having a miniature breakdown… If I do say so myself, being Harry is a lot for a fifteen year old…" Ron said, hoping to comfort Hailey. She smiled up at him. He was right after all. Harry was just going through a tough time. "Thanks Ron…" she said, "I mean, I have to agree…" Ron gave her a small smile and looked away, as his ears turned a slight pink. "It's nothing… I just hope you two can patch things up soon…" he told her quietly. Hailey nodded. She leant over and pecked Ron on the cheek. She gave him a sweet, thankful smile, before saying goodnight and heading up to her Dorm. Ron sat in the common room for a few minutes, his ears going even pinker. He stood and shuffled off to bed, feeling slightly happier than before. He had been quite taken with Hailey for sometime now, so even her tiny kiss on the cheek was great in Ron's opinion…
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