Harry was already down stairs unwrapping presents by eight o'clock. Only a few other students were there huddled together away from Harry. The Dursleys sent him a card with a rose bush leaf. It was already brown and crumbling. Mrs. Weasley sent him a sweater. It was the same as last year and the year before. Broom polish for his firebolt came from Ron, and Hermonie sent him a book about Quidittch. Some others were from teachers and admirers.
A parcel was left under the tree for Harry. He was cautious of picking it up. He saw the name scrawled across it. It was from Lisa. He didn't want to open it, but his heart said to. He reached over to it. Holding it in his lap, he contemplated opening. It could be anything from a blanket to a curse.
The first years cleaned up and headed out. Probably to breakfast. Turning the package over, he undid the string. The blue paper folded out on it's own. A small piece of paper popped up and unfolded. It looked like the howler Ron got a few years ago but it wasn't red.
"Harry, I am sorry for my actions. I got this before our argument. I know you will have use for it in the future. If it needs to be fitted just go down to Diagon Ally. I am sorry for everything I have done for you. If you never want to see me again just say the words I will be gone from you're sights as best that I can do.
Love Lisa"
The letter burst into pieces and floated downwards. Harry took out the cloth inside. It was a new outfit for walking in the wizarding world. There was a black cloak with navy trimming and navy ties. There were black slacks, vest with navy buttons, and a navy undershirt. Harry smiled. He was unsure to try it on for breakfast or at all during the day. He didn't know if he was ready for doing anything involving Lisa just yet.
He got up and gathered all his presents. Shoving them on his bed, he left again. His stomach growled anticipating food for the day.
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Breakfast wasn't much fun. He sat alone at the table. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast were the only things that filled his golden plate. He passed glances at the head table. Lisa was up there. She sat next to Snape. They seemed to be very deep into a conversation. Maybe another one about vampires. A cringe of pain came from the pit of his stomach. His heart ached for Lisa. He needed her.
An urge came to him, to go up and tell everyone he loves her still. But the teachers would think of him as strange. A professor and Student together were unlawful. It was wrong.
Harry did send her a present through Headwig. It was that art set he got. Maybe he'll get a thank you letter that day. He should send one for her, out of kindness. It was the only comfortable thing he could do at this time.
He shoved his plate away, got up and left. He couldn't stand to be there at the verge of tears and too much thinking. Pondering his love life on Christmas isn't a good thing to do. It was supposed to be a happy day. Ron and Hermonie were returning. How was he supposed to break this news to them? They had another 3 days before classes started.
Finally he reached his bed. He laid back and placed his legs on top of all the presents. His body was confused on weather to cry or to get up and do something. His eyes glared up at the stone ceiling. Nothing was ever up there except a few spider webs with out spiders. His eyes went down to the curtains. I took a piece of it and rolled it around his fingers.
His thoughts wondered off to the times before this mess. He was happy. But was it because of the weed or was it from his heart. A fake euphoria was not a good way to start off a relationship. It was what started it. She left Dudley for him over some stupid plant. His body ached for the plant now. He hasn't had any since the 23rd. Being busy kept him off of it. His body ached for the pleasure.
Thoughts entered in and out of his mind for the rest of the day. He finally drifted off still playing with the curtains. His mind went away from everything.
Everything seemed like it died.
