Oh my god! I just thought of the perfect ending for this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!So keep reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There will be two very very very big surprises!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Uh, guys?" Harry said while he, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the Gryffindor table eating lunch.
"Yes Harry?" Hermione replied.
"My scar was kind of hurting today when Malfoy showed up. It didn't hurt as bad as it usually does. It's strange that it didn't hurt that much 'cause he was feeling really angry. Usually it hurts the most when he feels angry."
"Hmmm. That's strange." Said Ron, lost in thought.
"My scar kept hurting untill ten minutes before I came to lunch."
"What do you think he's mad about?" Asked Hermione.
"I don't know. I didn't get that far. I guess he wasn't that angry since it didn't hurt that bad. It probably wasn't that serious."
"Um, Harry? Thanks for telling us. I know you don't like to because you're scared we'll over-react or something. But thanks a lot." Said Hermione.
"Do you think Brooke has calmed down a little? I want to ask her some questions." Harry said.
"She's probably calmed down by now." Said Hermione.
"Oh, she's getting up to leave. I better go. See you guys later." Said Harry, walking away. He caught Brooke walking down the corridor to the Slytherin common room.
"Hey! Brooke!" Brooke twirled around to see Harry rushing in her direction.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Um, I just wanted to know if everything is okay at home, you know with your father and stuff."
"Oh, you mean Will? Um, do you promise not to tell anybody?"
"Of course."
"Well, he's kind of violent and he beats me a lot."
"And that's what Malfoy was referring to?"
"Err, yeah."
"How do you know Malfoy?"
"My dad and his dad have been friends since they were really little. He used to come over and bring Malfoy. I hated Malfoy even back then. He was such a rotten little kid. He always stole all of my stuff."
Harry looked into her eyes. 'Damn it!' He thought. He had been trying not to look into her eyes the whole time. Now he couldn't look away. He looked deep into those brown eyes. There was something in those eyes that looked familiar to him. Her eyes riminded him of...of...himself! He supposed it was the green part. But they were reminding him of something else- something he couldn't put his finger on. He didn't like what they reminded him of, whatever it was. Her eyes were over-powering him. They were pulling him in.
"Brooke, I like you a lot. I love to look into your eyes. Do you want to go out with me?" Harry said before he could stop himself.
"Um, sorry Harry. I don't like you. I have to go!" Brooke said. She ran to the Slytherin common room and went in. Harry stood there trying to comprehend what he had just done. He was staring at the place where she was standing just a second ago, replaying the nightmare over and over in his head. Why had she said no? His face started to burn. He had to forget what just happened. The important thing was that her father was hurting her. He had to be there for her no matter what. He was Harry Potter. He would not give up. Why did James and Lily have to pass on the trait of stubborn-ness? Harry thought.
