Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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To Love a Nazi

Chapter 17-Greetings from the soon to be dead

A knock on the door woke Harry from his thoughts. No one came here during the day. Everyone knew that Draco was out somewhere and could be found that way. And because Harry had no friends or knew anyone around here they wouldn't be coming to talk with him.

As he opened the door, he changed his earlier though. He did know one person here other than Draco, he knew Mela. He had forgotten about her because he hadn't seen her in so long. He also hadn't found if she was still here or not. But, there she was on the other side of the door.

"Hi, Harry. I thought that you and Draco might want to go on a picnic that Hitler and I are having in a few weeks. I'm sure that Draco has told you all about it, though," Mela said as if they had only just seen each other yesterday.

"Wow, Mela. It has been forever since we last saw each other. And you come to my door acting like we just saw each other yesterday. You should come in and then we could talk for a while. I have so much to tell you and I want to hear all about what you have been doing," Harry responded while ignoring her question all together.

"Harry, we may have been close friends when this war first started out, but now that I have been through so much that I can never tell you about I don't think that we will ever be that close again. I have a hell lot of things to do today, and I was just in the hall and wanted to see if you were okay. Do you understand? We aren't that close anymore, so no I don't want to come in and talk."

"If that's how you feel Mela. I'll talk to Draco about the picnic."

"Good," and with that Mela left.

Harry closed the door and landed against it as a tear escaped his eyes. He knew that something must have happened to make Mela feel that way. He knew her, or thought he had known her. This wouldn't be the sort of thing she wouldn't do without a reason. But, she did run away for a year. What ever had happened in that year, must have changed her more than he truly knew. She never spoke of that year. He had always wondered what had happened and why she never wanted to speak of it.

On the other side of the door and down a hallway, was Mela. Her only thought was to get to her garden. Once she was there, the tears came freely from her eyes. She had sworn not to let this affect her, but it had. She had just ended the only friendship she had had all of her life. It had been so tempting to walk in that door and talk the day away with Harry. She couldn't, she didn't want to hurt him when she should the world her final piece.

She stayed in the garden longer and longer each day. Hitler became madder and madder as she was late to their room. In the past she had always tried to be there before him. But, now she didn't care. The beatings she got grew worse and worse. Her heart hardened as time went on. She took the beatings with out crying. After she had ended her friendship with Harry, she never cried again.

For Harry the weeks pasted in a blur. He kept waiting for the door to be knocked on. Mela would be on the other side, saying how sorry she was for what she had done. Then they would talk for hours about what was happening in their lives. The knock never came. Finally, he had to realize that she was never coming to say she was sorry.

The picnic was in two weeks, maybe then they could sort this out.

Draco was worried about Harry. He hadn't been himself in a few days. Or at least not the Harry he knew and was beginning to love.

Hitler was starting to get suspicious of Mela. She was late everyday and when she came she was dirty. So he had one of his men follow her. When she finally sat down for a while he went to get his wonderful leader, Hitler. That's how he found out about Mela's secret and hated it. She was his, she was to tell him everything. But, did she? No.

He walked to her garden slowly. He found her there, starting off into space. He called to her, she didn't answer. He started to destroy her plants, her babies. She looked at him with a look that spoke of pure hatred. He was so frightened that he stopped. He turned without showing anyone what he was feeling and told his men to take her to their room and leave her there. He would deal with her later.