Chapter 1: He
It was your last day in Hogwarts.
Oh, how much would you miss it!
The best thing was that you didn't have to return to your house with your uncles.
The old house of the Blacks was yours.
You would have more free time to be with your friends...
…until you could get a job.
A job…
You still had money at Gringotts.
You could survive without a job for a while.
Something that your best friend, your best friend's girlfriend, wouldn't approve.
"You have to work," she would say if you tell her.
Now you were at your good-bye feast at the Great Hall.
Gryffindor had won again, thanks to the fact that you had defeated Lord Voldemort…
…breaking some scholar rules, of course.
Your dear friend, with his girlfriend, sit down next to you.
"How are you, Harry?" she asked.
"Fine," you said.
"And what do you think about going out of Hogwarts?" he told you.
"Ron, you said it as if it were some kind of torture," she said to him.
"The thing is that sometimes it is, Hermione," said Ron to her.
They began a fight without letting you answer…
You looked into another direction, in the Gryffindor table.
A red-haired girl was looking at you with lovely eyes…
What would Ron say about that?
You waved your hand at her, and she blushed.
Then, she approached next to you.
"Hello, Harry," she said to you.
"Hello, Ginny," you said to her.
"How are you, now that you're living Hogwarts?" Ginny told you.
"A little bit depressed. I don't want to go," you said to her.
"But why? You are free now, and more famous, too…" she said.
Maybe she was right with that, and actually she was.
But…
…what would you do with that, if what you wanted was staying in Hogwarts?
"I just don't want to go. Hogwarts is my first true home, and I feel sick because I'm leaving," you said to her.
"Oh, ok…"
You both kept the silence for a moment, and you already knew what she wanted you to ask her…
…but you couldn't.
You couldn't ask Ginny being your girlfriend, because you liked someone else…
"Harry… Well, I was wondering if…" Ginny began to say, because you didn't say anything.
"I know what you want to tell me, Ginny…" you said to her.
She blushed, then said.
"Then… would you like?"
"No, Ginny," you said to her.
Immediately, she asked why, her eyes filling with tears.
"Ginny, I can't," you told her again.
"Oh, I see… Another one, right?" she told you, looking in another way.
"Yes… I'm sorry, Ginny," you said to her.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said, guessing what you were thinking.
She stood up from your side and went with her friends.
Immediately, two short-sized brothers, each one with a photo camera, approached from behind.
They wanted to interview you and take you photos…
…for the eleventh time.
"Hello, Harry!" they said to you.
"Hello, Colin… and Colin's brother," you said.
The camera flashes blinded you meanwhile they asked you questions about how you had defeated Lord Voldemort…
…I repeat, for the eleventh time.
Suddenly, you found the boys' attention really good, that they would be journalists or something like that.
While the word journalist passed through your mind, you remembered someone else, certain person that disturbed you since who knows when…
"I'm sorry, boys. I got to go," you said to everyone and nobody in special.
You got up from the table and left the Great Hall quickly.
When you were going upstairs by the marble stairs, you heard a voice from the door of the Great Hall…
"Harry!"
You turned over to see the door, where the person who had called you stood.
It was…
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NOTES FROM MOISELF: Hi! This is my first translated fic. If something here is spelled wrong, tell me; it will help with further translations (it's difficult, you know). My e-mail: kayi_monliebe@hotmail.com
It was your last day in Hogwarts.
Oh, how much would you miss it!
The best thing was that you didn't have to return to your house with your uncles.
The old house of the Blacks was yours.
You would have more free time to be with your friends...
…until you could get a job.
A job…
You still had money at Gringotts.
You could survive without a job for a while.
Something that your best friend, your best friend's girlfriend, wouldn't approve.
"You have to work," she would say if you tell her.
Now you were at your good-bye feast at the Great Hall.
Gryffindor had won again, thanks to the fact that you had defeated Lord Voldemort…
…breaking some scholar rules, of course.
Your dear friend, with his girlfriend, sit down next to you.
"How are you, Harry?" she asked.
"Fine," you said.
"And what do you think about going out of Hogwarts?" he told you.
"Ron, you said it as if it were some kind of torture," she said to him.
"The thing is that sometimes it is, Hermione," said Ron to her.
They began a fight without letting you answer…
You looked into another direction, in the Gryffindor table.
A red-haired girl was looking at you with lovely eyes…
What would Ron say about that?
You waved your hand at her, and she blushed.
Then, she approached next to you.
"Hello, Harry," she said to you.
"Hello, Ginny," you said to her.
"How are you, now that you're living Hogwarts?" Ginny told you.
"A little bit depressed. I don't want to go," you said to her.
"But why? You are free now, and more famous, too…" she said.
Maybe she was right with that, and actually she was.
But…
…what would you do with that, if what you wanted was staying in Hogwarts?
"I just don't want to go. Hogwarts is my first true home, and I feel sick because I'm leaving," you said to her.
"Oh, ok…"
You both kept the silence for a moment, and you already knew what she wanted you to ask her…
…but you couldn't.
You couldn't ask Ginny being your girlfriend, because you liked someone else…
"Harry… Well, I was wondering if…" Ginny began to say, because you didn't say anything.
"I know what you want to tell me, Ginny…" you said to her.
She blushed, then said.
"Then… would you like?"
"No, Ginny," you said to her.
Immediately, she asked why, her eyes filling with tears.
"Ginny, I can't," you told her again.
"Oh, I see… Another one, right?" she told you, looking in another way.
"Yes… I'm sorry, Ginny," you said to her.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," she said, guessing what you were thinking.
She stood up from your side and went with her friends.
Immediately, two short-sized brothers, each one with a photo camera, approached from behind.
They wanted to interview you and take you photos…
…for the eleventh time.
"Hello, Harry!" they said to you.
"Hello, Colin… and Colin's brother," you said.
The camera flashes blinded you meanwhile they asked you questions about how you had defeated Lord Voldemort…
…I repeat, for the eleventh time.
Suddenly, you found the boys' attention really good, that they would be journalists or something like that.
While the word journalist passed through your mind, you remembered someone else, certain person that disturbed you since who knows when…
"I'm sorry, boys. I got to go," you said to everyone and nobody in special.
You got up from the table and left the Great Hall quickly.
When you were going upstairs by the marble stairs, you heard a voice from the door of the Great Hall…
"Harry!"
You turned over to see the door, where the person who had called you stood.
It was…
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NOTES FROM MOISELF: Hi! This is my first translated fic. If something here is spelled wrong, tell me; it will help with further translations (it's difficult, you know). My e-mail: kayi_monliebe@hotmail.com