Twisted Hearts
HIII EVERYBODY! WAAHHHHHAAY! This is just a little something I wrote whilst I was bored on a plane. It's full of fluff and this chapter is pretty short, but it's sort of just an introduction, but hope you enjoy! Please R/R!
Chapter 1 – A Secret Sender
Harry stared at the crack on the ceiling above his bed in the Weasley's house. The events of the recent term flew through his mind as fleeting images coming and going again as quickly as they had arrived. Dumbledore's death, Snape's betrayal, the mystery of the Hocruxes – it all seemed so unreal, as if he had been living a dream.
If only there was some way of turning back time, but there wasn't; this Harry would have to accept as Harry had to accept many things in his strange world. But still he wished so fervently that there was some way he could undo it all. As he thought this, a single tear rolled down his cheek. The door creaked open and he hurriedly wiped his eyes. Ginny appeared, she blushed and mumbled,
'Harry it's time to go'. Silhouetted in the light of the open doorway, her features were bathed in darkness; he was unable to read the expression on her face. He hoped she could not see his tear-streaked face. He tried his best to conceal from her his grief as he clumsily put on his round spectacles and moved past her into the hallway. When they arrived downstairs, Ron and the twins were lined up, their faces glistening with excitement.
'Aren't you happy Harry? We get to go back to Hogwarts for the Summer Course.' Chirped Ron.
'It's hardly an honour.' replied Harry despondently. 'It's only for people who failed more than one O.W.L. last term. For us that was divination and history of magic.'
'Trust McGognagal to make us redo them.' laughed Ron, but even his jovial attitude could not lift Harry's spirits.
Sitting in the Hogwart's Express, Harry was aware of the countryside, flashing by, which had once been so full promise now seemed darkened and dulled. Ron who sat beside him had been happily snoring for the last half an hour, leaving Harry with only his beloved Hedwig for company. Brushing her tawny feathers with one hand, he absent-mindedly slipped the other into his jacket pocket, wherein his fingers curled around a slip of paper. He pulled it out of his pocket and read:
Harry, I'm sorry I can't be there with you. I wish I could find
the words to tell you all that I feel in my heart. Maybe one day
I'll be brave enough to say this to you in person, but for now this is
as close as I will get.
Your beloved. x x x
Harry had pondered this note for many weeks -- the paper was frayed and creased where it had been folded by him, the edges had become worn from his constant touch. Try as he might, he had been unable to identify the sender by either the language used or the handwriting. Suddenly he awoke from his daydream to the call of the train's whistle which sounded out across the hills and trees, returning to Harry's ears, with it seemed, a message of hope.
'Perhaps' said Ron, half awake, half asleep 'this summer won't be all that bad after all.'
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Hope you liked please R/R!