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A/N: Thanks to Sarah for helping me write this chapter! (And Mattie for making me write! :)) Hope you all like it!
Chapter 5: Reflections
"Er...Ginny?" Harry said. "Are you - Are you alright?"
"You know what it's like, right?" Ginny said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
"Know what what's like?" he asked her.
"You know what it's like to - to not have anyone?"
Harry stared at her.
What was that s'posed to mean? He thought to himself.
"I - I.... Erm..." Harry stood there for a moment trying to figure out what he should say to 'comfort' her. "You just...sort of...have to learn to cope..." How was Harry supposed to know? He had been an orphan ever since the age of one! He didn't know...until that hug in his fourth year...then he had realised what it felt like to be truly alone. How it felt to not really have anyone. Except for Mrs. Weasley, of course. She'd always been there for him.
'"Learn to cope...learn to cope...that's all you have to say?" Ginny cried, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I thought that you, of all people, would know that it isn't easy!"
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"I'm sorry, Harry," she whispered after a moment. "I didn't mean it...I'm just a little upset..."
"That's alright...er... No big deal," Harry said. "Well...if you're all right...."
"Er...yeah...I'm - I'm fine," she said slowly. She turned around and sat down in the chair. Harry grabbed his book and ran up to his dormitory quickly, not looking back.
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Harry put on his pyjamas and climbed into his four-poster. Mrs. Weasley isn't dead, no; this is just a terrible nightmare...nothing more, nothing less...just another terrible nightmare....
'But, then again', a voice called from the back of his head, 'you saw the look on Dumbledore's face when he told you...' Harry felt sorry for Ron, who he knew mustn't have taken the news well. And Ginny...Fred...George... what must they all think? Ginny, Harry knew, was probably crying so much it stung her eyes. Fred and George had probably done the same as Ron and gone to bed early. All in all, he probably felt nothing compared to them...
After Harry had lain there for a while, thinking things over, he'd finally drifted off into a fitful sleep...
A/N: Thanks to Sarah for helping me write this chapter! (And Mattie for making me write! :)) Hope you all like it!
Chapter 5: Reflections
"Er...Ginny?" Harry said. "Are you - Are you alright?"
"You know what it's like, right?" Ginny said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
"Know what what's like?" he asked her.
"You know what it's like to - to not have anyone?"
Harry stared at her.
What was that s'posed to mean? He thought to himself.
"I - I.... Erm..." Harry stood there for a moment trying to figure out what he should say to 'comfort' her. "You just...sort of...have to learn to cope..." How was Harry supposed to know? He had been an orphan ever since the age of one! He didn't know...until that hug in his fourth year...then he had realised what it felt like to be truly alone. How it felt to not really have anyone. Except for Mrs. Weasley, of course. She'd always been there for him.
'"Learn to cope...learn to cope...that's all you have to say?" Ginny cried, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I thought that you, of all people, would know that it isn't easy!"
* * *
"I'm sorry, Harry," she whispered after a moment. "I didn't mean it...I'm just a little upset..."
"That's alright...er... No big deal," Harry said. "Well...if you're all right...."
"Er...yeah...I'm - I'm fine," she said slowly. She turned around and sat down in the chair. Harry grabbed his book and ran up to his dormitory quickly, not looking back.
* * *
Harry put on his pyjamas and climbed into his four-poster. Mrs. Weasley isn't dead, no; this is just a terrible nightmare...nothing more, nothing less...just another terrible nightmare....
'But, then again', a voice called from the back of his head, 'you saw the look on Dumbledore's face when he told you...' Harry felt sorry for Ron, who he knew mustn't have taken the news well. And Ginny...Fred...George... what must they all think? Ginny, Harry knew, was probably crying so much it stung her eyes. Fred and George had probably done the same as Ron and gone to bed early. All in all, he probably felt nothing compared to them...
After Harry had lain there for a while, thinking things over, he'd finally drifted off into a fitful sleep...