Thank you again!
Chapter six
Harry sat by himself in the huge house, not knowing what to do. He had applied to be a Defense against the Dark Arts teacher in Hogwarts since Professor Hestia Jones decided to return working as a full time auror instead. He also decided to apply as an auror but knowing that Cornelius Fudge is still in the ministry, he doubted he had a chance. Even now, Fudge still had a grudge against Harry. Fudge was still too embarrassed that Harry had been right all along and was still too proud to apologize.
"Dobby has tea made for you, young sir." Dobby smiled as he entered Harry's room, carrying a tray. "Dobby thought master was thirsty."
"Thanks Dobby." Harry replied. He took a sip of the warm tea. "You don't have to call me Master or Sir, I told you that."
"Oh but Dobby likes the feeling of knowing that he has a brave, kind Master. He feels proud because he remembers he is serving the Great Harry Potter." Dobby gushed.
"I really appreciate the fact that you and Winky chose to serve me instead of at Hogwarts." Harry told the house elf.
"Oh Dobby feels honored to serve you, sir Potter." Dobby smiled. "Dobby and Winky will forever be in debt to your goodness. Never will Dobby leave his Master Potter."
Just then, an owl started banging on the window. Harry eagerly opened it and let him in. It was Pigwidgeon, carrying a note.
"Dobby will leave his master to himself now." Dobby announced. He took Harry's empty cup and scurried out the door.
Harry quickly took the parchment attached to Pig's leg and read:
Harry,
Hermione's over at my place right now. Her parents finally let her go. We'll tell you the whole story later on. My hands are too lazy to write it all in. We were wondering if maybe you could come over sooner for your birthday celebration. Perhaps a day or two before?
Write back soon.
PS: Hermione says hi.
Ron
Harry didn't know what to do. Should he go to the Burrow and see her again? He placed the letter on the desk and picked up a small picture of a pretty, red-haired girl. She was smiling happily in the picture and waving excitedly to Harry. He looked at another picture on the desk. It was a picture of him and the same girl in the Three Broomsticks. In the picture, they were drinking a large mug of butterbeer with two straws. Then, they stopped drinking and started tickling each other. The girl giggled and pushed Harry away.
The real Harry sighed and hid the pictures in a drawer. Remembering what they used to be back then just made it more painful for him. Even though he told her he was okay and he pretended to make it seem as if he was carrying on fine and dandy without her, he knew it would still show in his eyes.
He dreamed of her often, and sometimes he found himself getting teary. He was also angry because it seemed like everything he truly loved and cared for was taken away. He couldn't help but feel used by her. Why did she pretend to be 'in love' with him for so long if she liked someone else? The same question kept popping up in his head. Why? Maybe he would've been better off with Cho…
He took a blank parchment and a quill and quickly wrote,
Ron, Hermione,
I'm not sure about having this party anymore. Maybe we should just cancel the whole thing. No offense or anything, but I think I'd rather spend time to myself.
Best wishes to you two and everyone there.
Harry
He reread the letter and breathed deeply. Then he tied it to Pig's leg and watched the aging owl fly away. I'm making the right choice, he thought. He just wasn't ready to see her yet. He turned the lights off using his wand. Then he lay on his bed and stared at his ceiling. His ceiling had a bunch of glow in the dark stars he bought from a muggle store. They spelled a word, though not intentionally of course. When Harry stuck them up there, he didn't intend for it to spell that name. However, he didn't bother to change it anyway.
"Ginny." He said to himself.
A/n: Sorry that was so short!