Chapter Two
Harry Potter walked down to breakfast alone. Every now and then someone would wave at him, say hi, but he didn't have enough energy left in his frail body to say anything or gesture back. All of a sudden, Hermione runs up to him. She pulls him into a back breaking hug.
"HARRY! I'M SOOOO GLAD TO SEE YOU!"
"Hermione? What are you doing?"
"I'm hugging an old friend!"
Oh, so now he's and OLD friend. But, what was he thinking she was going to say?
"I have a problem, and I need your help. Ron and I have been fighting, and seeing as you're his best friend, maybe you could talk to him?"
"No."
"Why not?" She looked grief stricken. Good.
Because ever since you and Ron started dating, you have completely ignored me and Ron is no longer my best friend, because in order to be best friends, you have to acknowledge the other friends' existence! That's at least that's what he wanted to say. He wanted to say it out loud, but couldn't. Hermione was his best friend, no matter how much he wanted hated her. He could never hate her. He wanted to, but couldn't. He wished he could forget her, just like she forgot him. But he couldn't. He still clung to the memories of when Ron and Hermione still thought he existed. He just stared at her, and then collapsed.
Srry this is so short! I'll type more, I promise!
Harry Potter walked down to breakfast alone. Every now and then someone would wave at him, say hi, but he didn't have enough energy left in his frail body to say anything or gesture back. All of a sudden, Hermione runs up to him. She pulls him into a back breaking hug.
"HARRY! I'M SOOOO GLAD TO SEE YOU!"
"Hermione? What are you doing?"
"I'm hugging an old friend!"
Oh, so now he's and OLD friend. But, what was he thinking she was going to say?
"I have a problem, and I need your help. Ron and I have been fighting, and seeing as you're his best friend, maybe you could talk to him?"
"No."
"Why not?" She looked grief stricken. Good.
Because ever since you and Ron started dating, you have completely ignored me and Ron is no longer my best friend, because in order to be best friends, you have to acknowledge the other friends' existence! That's at least that's what he wanted to say. He wanted to say it out loud, but couldn't. Hermione was his best friend, no matter how much he wanted hated her. He could never hate her. He wanted to, but couldn't. He wished he could forget her, just like she forgot him. But he couldn't. He still clung to the memories of when Ron and Hermione still thought he existed. He just stared at her, and then collapsed.
Srry this is so short! I'll type more, I promise!
