A/N: This is just one chapter about how Ginny feels after seeing Harry just after Sirius's death. I wrote it just whilst feeling a bit mixed up. It's rubbish. Oh well. Please R&R.
He's got that look on his face. That blank, empty face. And those eyes. Those eyes which used to be full of warmth, and curiosity. Those eyes green eyes which used to sparkle like a diamond, are now empty shells of grey.
He's not Harry.
Not the Harry I used to know.
He's going to breakdown. He knows it. And the funny thing it, I know it.
He getsup, and he's walking towards the portrait hole. There's no spring in his step, no smile on his face.
I get up to follow him. To comfort him. Or maybe just to talk to him.
But Hermione pulls me down. I can feel my eyes brimming.
"Why does he have to be like this?" I whisper. "Why won't he just get on with his life?"
"He's Harry." Hermione says simply.
He is Harry.
Just not the Harry I used to know.
