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"You need to talk about it Harry!" Said a sobbing Hermione.
Harry groaned in frustration. He didn't need to talk about it. That wouldn't help and with Hermione crying like that made him feel guiltier. Maybe if he talked to her a bit, she would go away.
"What should I talk about?
About the way he lived?
About the way he died?
About the way he laughed?
About the way he cried?"
Hermione looked stunned. Before she could speak he continued.
"Should I talk about his imprisonment?
About how he was free?
About how he treated others?
About how he treated me?"
Harry was crying now but he kept his voice steady and clear not wanting Hermione to miss a word.
"There are so many things I would like to talk about,
And others I'd like to forget,
But maybe I can,
Even if only for a moment."
Once he was finished he walked out of his room tears falling silently from his eyes. It had worked though; she didn't talk to him much after that. A couple words here and there. And Harry couldn't be happier that he was finally left alone. Everyone tried to get him to talk and Harry would recite his poem. Some were sad and cried; some were surprised and just stood stupidly. Thank Merlin he was at long last left alone.
The end.
Salazara: Please review and will somebody please tell me how to make chapters? I don't know how. Thank you for reading.