A/N: This will probably be short. The reason for this is that I never have a plot and never do any planning. I find I work better coming up with stuff as I go along, even if this does sometimes make my writing confusing and short.
"You're right. I don't know anything. But I still think coming back would help," Remus said calmly.
"I, however, don't agree and as it's my life, it is my choice." Harry said.
"Come on, mate. You don't even have to stay a full day just come and see everyone!" Ron pleaded.
"Yeah! Mum would love to see you!" Ginny added.
"No! Why can't you just go back home and let me live my life the way I want to?" Harry glared at them.
"Because we're part of you're life, Harry," Hermione said, almost in tears.
"You used to be part of my life. You're not now. I've moved on," Harry snapped.
"You can't just run away from your past, Harry," Ginny told him.
"I can if I want. Now go away and leave me in peace,"
"Fine, we'll go. But think about what we said," Remus said walking to the door.
"I might," Harry followed the others from the room.
Later that night Harry sat in the living room staring at a candle. His dog, an American bulldog called Chance there is a reason why he was called Chance but that's not for now, sat on the floor in front of the armchair where Harry was sitting. "Do you think I should of went with them?" Harry asked the dog as if expecting it to answer. Chance just tilted his head to one side.
"You don't know either, then," Harry sighed and patted the dog's head. "Well wait 'til they come back. I might have made my mind up by then," He couldn't keep his mind of his conversation with the others, but the thing he dwelled on most was Ginny's last words to him 'You can't run away from your past,'
'She's right. I think about it everyday. It's always there and it won't go away.' He thouhght
'Then why stay away?' Harry groaned as he realised the annoying part of his brain was talking (or thinking) again.
'Nobody knows what I've done around here. Nobody will talk about it'
'If you talked about it I'm sure you'd feel better,''I don't'
'You know it would help. Talking about it would stop you from thinking about it as much.'
'It wouldn't'
'It would help. It helped when you talked about Sirius,'
'Well. It could help,'
'Good. You're finally getting to yourself'
"Right! We're leaving! Come on, Chance!"
Yay!! He's off to see the wizards! The wonderful Wizard of Hogsmeade! Because... because... because... because he feels like it!!!!
My story is going to plan. Even though it doesn't have a plan.