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Chapter 5- Tears of Despair
I have a friend with a mouth so big that word about Fred and I spread too quickly. By first period, everyone in the castle knew about what they called the "latest gossip."
How did I know this? You ask. Well... From the moment I stepped out of the Gryffyndor common room, a group of Ravenclaw girls passing by erupted into a fit of giggles. All the way down to the great hall, people kept whispering and giggling when they saw me or making remarks like, "Good job Johnson," or "Why him?" and even "Good luck with him Johnson." I could've strangled Katie when I saw her triumphant, grinning face at the Gryffyndor table. Of course, I just gritted my teeth, ignored her and went on eating my breakfast grumpily.
Fred came about five minutes after me and by the look on his face, he wasn't so happy either.
"Can I talk to you in private Angelina?" he asked eyeing me discontentedly.
I got up from my seat and followed Fred. He grabbed my hand and dragged me outside faster. At the sight of this, Draco Malfoy started howling and cheering. Crabbe and Goyle copied what he was doing (as such faithful companions) and the rest of the Slytherin table followed along. I felt my cheeks going red and my inside squirming around. I turned sideways, to see Fred glaring angrily at Malfoy and the Slytherins. Minutes later the whole great hall was so noisy and Professor Mcgonagall had to give Draco Malfoy detention. He really deserved it.
Fred pulled me aside. He had an angry look on his face, which isn't really good, as he doesn't do it often.
"What is going on Angel?" he demanded a reply.
"Ummmm well, I guess everyone found out," I started to say.
"How did everyone know then?" he said glaring angrily at me.
"Well, Katie caught me coming from the boys dormitories and well....." I didn't continue.
"Why didn't you lie?" he asked.
"Do you expect me to lie to my best friend? Maybe you do that, BUT I DON'T!" I shouted, losing my temper.
"Isn't that what you've been doing until way back?" he said keeping his cool.
"WHAT? NOW YOU'RE CALLING ME A LIAR?" I bellowed.
"Angel, when this relationship started, I expected that each of us would care more about each other than anything else. I expected you to do everything in your power to hide it," he explained clenching his right hand into a fist.
"What is the point of hiding it anyway Fred! Do you not want to be with me? Are you ashamed or something? I want you to know Fred, that I can easily end this relationship as easily as we started it," I said. I was not thinking of the words that were being blurted out of my big mouth.
"You know what Angel, MAYBE WE SHOULD END THIS! I DON'T THINK THIS IS GOING TO WORK! I WONDER WHY I EVEN LIKED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He screamed at me, finally losing his confidence.
The words hit me like a truck and I collapsed to the ground. Had it all been for nothing? The world was spinning around me. I couldn't stand up, I couldn't believe it. Fred knelt beside me.
"Are you ok? That came out all wrong." He tried to say.
He tried pulling me up but I pushed his hand away. I stared at the ground unable to look into the eyes I loved so much. Had he really felt that way? How could I have been so stupid? I felt really hurt and heart broken. I couldn't explain the feeling. The feeling when someone you really love, doesn't love you back. I tried to hold on to the tears, I tried to hold them back. I couldn't. They started pouring out, without any warning. The tears of despair that I never wanted to have.
"Angel, please don't cry," Fred said comfortingly.
He tried to bend down and kiss me on the head but I just pushed him away. I never wanted to see his face again because I knew that I would never forget how he hurt me so. I stood up and ran all the way up to the owlery tears never ending, never stopping. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible and I guess he knew that cause he didn't follow me.
I pushed the door open to the owlery. Luckily no one was there. The owls opened their eyes one by one to look if their owners had come in but once they saw me they shut their eyes again. All except one, Princess. I rushed to a corner and sat down holding my knees towards my chest. I rocked back and forth.
Princess sensed that something was wrong and left her perch beside Hedwig. She flew so gracefully and landed on my shoulder. She rubbed her face against mine and I could feel her feathers against my cheek, so soft, so peaceful. It really did make me feel better and the tears stopped. I stroked Princess' feathers as I thought about Fred. And then, once again the tears poured out. Would it happen every time I thought about him?
I stayed in the owlery for as long as I could remember. Great, it was the first day and already I was missing my classes. I just couldn't go down there and face all of the horrible stares that have been coming my way since this morning. I was sure the news about our fight was already being spread through out the school. I became more depressed at the thought.
Suddenly, the door to the owlery opened and Harry stepped inside.
"Hey," he said not looking at me.
The letter he was holding, it had the word "Snuffles written on it. I wondered who he was. Harry saw me looking at the letter and hid it behind his back.
"Were you here since breakfast?" he asked sitting down beside me.
I nodded.
"Wow Ange, you've missed 4 periods of classes and lunch, aren't you hungry, or worried? The professors have been looking for you all day."
"I don't care," I replied, my voice a little hoarse from all the talking.
"Well, I do have some good news that might cheer you up," he said getting up.
He called to the top for Hedwig. She came swooping down and landed on his shoulder. She held out her right leg. Harry tied the letter to it.
"Take this to Snuffles, ok Hedwig?" He said looking at the owl.
Hedwig just hooted in reply. I think she meant that she understood who to give it to.
As Hedwig flew out the window and out of sight, I eyed Harry waiting for the good news to come.
"See, Oliver Wood told Professor Mcgonagall that he would be retiring from being Quidditch Captain this year. He said he would be too busy with his N.E.W.T.S. coming up," Harry began.
"I'd bet everything I had that he'd be too busy with Katie, not his N.E.W.T.S."I remarked
"I thought of that too, but hey, what can we do?" Harry commented.
"Hey guess who's next in line to be quidditch captain?" he asked me excitedly.
I still asked, "Who?" even though I knew who it was already. Why would he be telling me if it wasn't ME?
"You, Duh!" he exclaimed unbelievably.
I just smiled at him. I felt better. I WOULD BE QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN! But hey, that just meant more work right? But it still made me fell better.
"You're right," I told Harry, "You did make me feel better. I think I'm ready to go out now," I reported.
"Great!" Harry said smiling.
He pushed his glasses up to his nose. He actually opened the door for me. And I stepped out.
It wasn't so bad. When some students passed by, they only waved or came to give me a hug. I guess they felt sorry for me. I avoided the Slytherins' taunts of, "Angy and Weasely, sitting on a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
I knock them out but a kept my fist right beside me. I made my way up to the portrait of the Pink Fat Lady.
I told her the password, "shockpuffit." She swung to the side and revealed a hole leading to the Gryffyndor Common Room. I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting in their favorite spot with their heads together. Cooking up another scheme I suppose.
I kept staring at them trying to hear what they were talking about. When I bumped into someone. I turned and quickly said, "Sorry." Wrong idea. It was Fred carrying a pile of books, headed off to his next lesson. Once I saw him, my vision became blurry again and my eyes filled with tears. I ran towards my dormitory, knocking Fred on the way. I ran up the steps and bursted into my room. I jumped on the bed and sobbed into my pillow. I just knew it would never be the same without Fred.