A/N: Another chapter! Hurray. I think this may be my longest one yet. The story is nearing a close, and this might be the longest chapter you get, so enjoy!

Chapter 8-The Talking

My hair was plastered to my face with my tears. The tears that were still streaming down my face. I heard my door open. Foot steps approached my bed. Someone sat down next to me. "It's alright," I heard them say. I looked up to see his sister giving me a small smile. I did not even fake a smile to her; knowing she knew I felt terrible. I buried my head back into my bed, and continued to cry. I felt his sister's hand running through my hair. "What's wrong?" his sister asked. I shuddered at sat up. I looked into his sister's brown eyes; they asked me to let them help her. I swallowed.

"I don't know," I cried. I hid my face in my hands. His sister gently pulled them away. I could not look at her again. I stared, tears still pouring down my face, at the wall.

"Tell me the first thing you do know," his sister said sweetly. His sister held my hands, but did not make me look at her. I was grateful. I took a deep breath, and shuddered. I could not do it. I felt like I was betraying myself. I just shook my head. His sister was not easy to get rid of. "It will help you." The tone of the words forced my head to nod.

"A few nights ago I snuck outside," I began. His sister watched my, listening to my words. His sister's face remained the same; emotions not showing. I continued to tell my tale. The talking did help. A huge rock was lifted off my heart. When I finished his sister let go of my hands. I wiped my tears from my eyes and face. I felt myself being pulled into a hug. I was held like that for a few minuets, feeling like the stones that still rested on my heart being transferred into his sister's body.

"You need to talk to him," his sister whispered in my ear. I pulled away. I stared at his sister with confusion.

"Why?" I asked, almost yelling. His sister shook her head and smiled. This made me angry. "Why?" I repeated anger in my voice.

"So you can get over this," his sister said, motioning to the air. I glared. His sister stood up and walked toward the door. "You coming?" his sister asked.

"No," I said, lying back on my bed.

"Fine, I'll talk to him then," his sister said, and left my dorm. I lay there for what felt like an hour. I thought about what I had talked about. How I wanted it to turn out. I may have even fallen asleep.

I was lying on my bed when his sister returned. I did not want to talk, but I had no choice. "Get downstairs right now," his sister ordered me. I did not move. "He wants to talk to you." I did not even look at his sister. "Come on!" his sister grabbed my hand and pulled.

"I don't want to!" I shouted. I tore my hand away. His sister looked defeated. "Why should I want to talk to him?" I asked. His sister slumped onto my bed.

"Well that's what Harry said-" I did not let his sister finish.

"You didn't actually speak to him?" I questioned harshly. His sister looked ashamed. I scowled.

"He was in his dorm," his sister said. I did not care. "Please?" his sister looked at me with big eyes. I sighed.

"Fine," his sister looked happy, "But if this turns out badly I blame you." His sister pulled me up off the bed, and dragged me down to the common room.

His sister stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I looked up. He and his friend were standing a few feet in front of us. "Hello," I said coolly. His sister and friend moved to chairs.

"Hi," he said nervously. I glared at him.