CHAPTER 4: HARRY'S CONFESSION

The halls were empty and eerie as Christmas gradually made her way to meet Harry. She usually wasn't the type to sneak around and tell secrets, but something made her this time, something was telling her she needed to listen and so she was all ears for the Gryffindor hero.

Water met her feet as she veered around the corner just yards from the bathroom. She figured Myrtle was having a break down again, she usually did every so often. She walked in to the abandoned facility. The large stone circular sinks were being drained as liquid ran down the ivory basin to the stone floor. She was alone standing there, looking at herself in the mirrors. her eyes were red from weariness that over took her, her skin paler than the moonlight glowing in the waters reflection, the simple waves washing over her flushed cheeks. She ran her small thin fingers through her hair, it was untidy and fringy, sticking up in every direction.

What am I doing here? She thought. She had been waiting for 10 minutes and still no sign of Potter. "Bet he was trying to make me come here, probably thought he could pull a fast one on me. Bet it was all a silly prank." She shook her head in disbelief and made her way to the door.

"Chrissy don't leave." Harry had appeared next to the first stall holding a shinny, silvery substance, his invisibility cloak. "Is that what I think it is?" She eyed him as he held it out to her. "Your not supposed to be using that. I hope you don't sneak around late at night wandering off to places off bounds" She glanced at him her brows furrowed as he shook his head dishonestly. "Of course not , why would I do something like that for?" His voice was a little shaky watching her gaze at him closely. "well, why was it so urgent that you needed to see me?" He licked his lips and blinked, his shoes splashing the water as he bended over the sink in which was engraved a snake, the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets that was opened in their second year.

"I don't know if I'm wrong or not but I'm assuming you saw something on the train last night. Neville found you passed out and screaming, you didn't even realize you were doing it and you woke up in an unfamiliar place." She squirmed uncomfortably. He was right, right about everything so far, but how? "I know what that feels like. I also know how it is to have dreams of your parent dieing, in my case both of them." "How'd you..." "Ron told me. Your father used to work with his and now your mother does, taking over his legacy in that department. They used to be good friends but after the tragedy your mother never spoke of him to anyone instead she took over."

The sadness swarmed inside of her. her heart seemed bottomless as he spoke. "Did Weasley's father tell everyone about my families life?" "No, just his own. He wanted them to understand how it would be if something like that happened to them." "They could never understand, no matter how much information he tells them about death and pain. It's not the same for everyone. And I certainly don't think it's part of any ones business. They shouldn't be explaining how it was for me and my mother to coop with our loss because they don't know what it feels like." "Your right they don't."

Christmas turned her head to the side not wanting him to see her tears, she had to be strong not letting people see her weaknesses. "Lately I have been having these horrible nightmares with Voldemort in it." She squeezed her eyes tight hearing the name but let him continue without a notice. "I see him speaking to his followers telling them to do awful things. I have always had them, this scar makes them be burned into my mind. I feel the pain searing through it every time he is near or feels some kind of emotion. People don't know the whole story about this curse all they care about is that it saved them and I still get bad names thrown against me. People wouldn't believe me if I told them Voldemorts back and in power again, they only hear what they want too hear and they'll make up an excuse to show I'm false. If you have read the news papers you would know what I mean. A lot of people look at me differently when they read those articles, I have been looked at differently ever since the day I struck down Voldemort and I don't know how I did it... I suppose I never will."

She felt something new for him, not hate or anger but sympathy. She didn't know so much about him a couple minutes ago she knew just as much as everyone else but now he was telling her everything and she didn't know why. Suppose he figured she would let him in on her dreams and she terribly wanted too but she couldn't let him know everything. Only a select few knew about her secrets and she wasn't ready for the whole world to be let in on it.

"I never knew you carried such a burden, but I live with one too. On the train I saw my father being murdered as I had when I was 3. I was an eyewitness to it, seeing him suffer as they held him, he was helpless. My mom hid me somewhere in the house with her. They never found us but I'm not sure if they were looking. But it's not just dreams I deal with Potter, everything about me has a secret story even my appearance. Even before my fathers death I was cursed, cursed the day I was born and I don't know why but I have to live with my secrets alone. You have your friends to care for you...me? I have no one. Do you know what it's like to be alone." There were a long pause as they looked at each other. She swallowed and looked at the floor picking her head up and nodding.

"I suppose you don't because the whole world has loved and hated you all at once since you got your curse, that scar upon your forehead. I have just been ignored by it. Mr. Potter you really don't know how its like to see what I see and to live with what I live with but be thankful with what you deal with, it's really not so bad."

The sounds of water splashing down the hall was heard as she left leaving Harry to deserted. He pulled his cloak over his body taking one last glance around the bathroom and disappeared from view having something to think about. Their private conversation didn't go the way he planned. Not having an understanding with her but he figured no one ever would, and lastly not be overheard. Within the last stall, standing on the toilet so his feet were not visible was Draco Malfoy. He was there on behalf of his detention given to him by Christmas Snow earlier that day. He had over heard every last detail but a smile nor a sneer was spread across his face...It was hate, pure hate. But for whom?