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I quickly find there's not many places to run to in an airport. I've apologized twenty-three times after smashing into twenty-three people, I stopped after that because my chest had tightened and I could hardly gasp out 'sorry'.
I've either surprised Dumbledore or he won't risk cursing me in such a public place. I'll go for the second one. I have never managed to shock the old man, even though I've changed, I doubt he has.
When I burst through the sliding door I don't wait to see if they're following me. Again, I'm running to nowhere and this time Malfoy won't be helping me.
"Watch where you're fucking going!" A tall man yells after me, I've knocked two bags out of his hand and I'm pretty sure I heard something break so I'm not going to go back and cut out his tongue. He doesn't know the circumstances. I'm sure if he was in my situation he'd think slightly differently.
My lungs are burning. My legs are numb. My head is aching in sympathy. I'm unfit, that much is obvious. I haven't exercised this much since quidditch. I'd much rather this never happened and I stay unfit. But then, beyond that, I'd much rather my whole life had begun differently, maybe then I would finally be able to delete the slow disasters that would ruin me piece by piece and leave me in a white room.
It is now I decide to stop. There is nowhere to go anyway. I'm running to nowhere. How ironic.
At least I know which country I'm in this time. Safe, controlled England. Well, my experiences with this country should tell me otherwise but I cannot leash my attachment to this place, it runs through my blood. This is my home.
"Catch me if you can," I mutter in a self-mocking effort to lift my spirits.
"Sir? Sir, I think you dropped this?" A girl steps up to me. I'm not sure what she's holding but before I can ask it's in my hand and she's running away.
I watch her, in her blue skirt and knitted jersey, as she disappears around the corner. She looks so familiar.
I look down at my hands. It's a piece of... paper? Parchment! I immediately think Dumbledore and curse myself for not having a wand.
Hogsmeade, WWW, say 'the snitch is playing hard to get'. We can help you.
WWW? Why do I know that?
Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.
This is where I make my decision. There are so many reasons for the Weasleys not to trust me.
I realize my decision is already made. There is nowhere else to go for me. It's there or I'm left on my own with nothing. There never was a decision to make.
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End of Chapter 7
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Sorry about the length.
FroBoy: Malfoy betrayed him, he was working for Dumbledore.
I quickly find there's not many places to run to in an airport. I've apologized twenty-three times after smashing into twenty-three people, I stopped after that because my chest had tightened and I could hardly gasp out 'sorry'.
I've either surprised Dumbledore or he won't risk cursing me in such a public place. I'll go for the second one. I have never managed to shock the old man, even though I've changed, I doubt he has.
When I burst through the sliding door I don't wait to see if they're following me. Again, I'm running to nowhere and this time Malfoy won't be helping me.
"Watch where you're fucking going!" A tall man yells after me, I've knocked two bags out of his hand and I'm pretty sure I heard something break so I'm not going to go back and cut out his tongue. He doesn't know the circumstances. I'm sure if he was in my situation he'd think slightly differently.
My lungs are burning. My legs are numb. My head is aching in sympathy. I'm unfit, that much is obvious. I haven't exercised this much since quidditch. I'd much rather this never happened and I stay unfit. But then, beyond that, I'd much rather my whole life had begun differently, maybe then I would finally be able to delete the slow disasters that would ruin me piece by piece and leave me in a white room.
It is now I decide to stop. There is nowhere to go anyway. I'm running to nowhere. How ironic.
At least I know which country I'm in this time. Safe, controlled England. Well, my experiences with this country should tell me otherwise but I cannot leash my attachment to this place, it runs through my blood. This is my home.
"Catch me if you can," I mutter in a self-mocking effort to lift my spirits.
"Sir? Sir, I think you dropped this?" A girl steps up to me. I'm not sure what she's holding but before I can ask it's in my hand and she's running away.
I watch her, in her blue skirt and knitted jersey, as she disappears around the corner. She looks so familiar.
I look down at my hands. It's a piece of... paper? Parchment! I immediately think Dumbledore and curse myself for not having a wand.
Hogsmeade, WWW, say 'the snitch is playing hard to get'. We can help you.
WWW? Why do I know that?
Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.
This is where I make my decision. There are so many reasons for the Weasleys not to trust me.
I realize my decision is already made. There is nowhere else to go for me. It's there or I'm left on my own with nothing. There never was a decision to make.
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End of Chapter 7
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Sorry about the length.
FroBoy: Malfoy betrayed him, he was working for Dumbledore.