Chapter Two
~ Betrayal ~
Ron had been searching for Harry all afternoon. He had finally found him in one of the toilet blocks. He looked a sight, with red eyes and soaked robes. Ron figured Harry had been crying in pain.
"Is it your scar Harry?" Ron asked in a concerned voice,
"Yes" Harry lied " I saw my parents again and it was a little upsetting."
Ron gave Harry a little pat on the back "It's ok Harry, let's get you cleaned, we can go back to the dorm and you can get some sleep. Maybe then you might feel a little better." Ron said as he helped Harry up.
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Harry woke up later that afternoon after realising that classes were finished for the day. He decided to go down to the common room to talk with Hermione. She can keep a secret and she is always good to talk to, thought Harry as he descended.
When he stepped into the common room, he suddenly regretted waking up. Ginny sat in one of the chairs near the fire chatting happily with Ron and Hermione.
On impulse Harry turned around and fled back up to his dorm. Once safely inside Harry sat down on his bed thinking.
How could he, Harry Potter, have fallen in love?
Now he can't even face his dream girl. Not after what she did.
How could she like that blonde-haired Slytherin.
After all the nasty things he says to all the Gryffindors. How could she deceive everyone like this. He wanted answers to these questions but he knew he could not face her any time soon. So Harry grabbed a piece of parchment and quill and wrote to Ginny.
Dearest Ginny,
You are like a sister to me.
We have been friends for a while now and I know you are smart and able to make your own decisions. However, why are you doing this to us. Sneaking around with that snake. That's right I know what's going on. I saw you with him today.
It made me feel ill. How could you deceive us like that. That ferret is evil and he treats all Gryffindors like shit. In finding out about this, you have deeply hurt me Ginny. I lied, you are not like a sister to me, you mean more than that. Ginny Weasley, I love you.
Your dear friend Harry.
Harry felt a little better after writing the letter, and before he could think about anything else he sealed it, grabbed his firebolt, and flew out the window towards the owlery.
~ TBC ~
