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The Scar, The Tree and The Playground

Our resident Choir Boy:

'Harry, Harry!' Hermione ran down the centre aisle of the large Church screaming his name in a worried fashion. 'Harry they're here, you've got to…' her voice trailed away as she realised the strangeness of the situation. Harry was sat cross-legged on the floor in the centre of the church, between the two choir stalls. 'What are you doing?' She said in a hushed voice.

'I used to sing' choked Harry. Hermione looked confused. 'I used to be a choir boy, I came here with my parents'.

'Harry,' Hermione started sympathetically 'Your parents died when you were one. You can't have been a choir boy when you were one'. She crouched down and stroked his arm, but Harry hit it away fiercely and pushed himself back on his bottom across the floor.

'NO! You don't understand, SHE'S the ONLY one who EVER understood' he screamed at her. 'That's why we're here, can't you see? She's joined forces with him, she's the only one who would know how to hurt me!'

Hermione looked over her shoulder anxiously. Voldemort was outside and just how long they had she wasn't sure, but this sounded important. 'Harry I don't understand' she said soothingly as she knelt on the floor a short distance from Harry 'Please, just talk to me'.

'I can see this church from the landing window at Privet Drive' (as in, planes. No wait I mean not planes. Wait, I've lost track of what I was gonna say. Please continue with the story). Harry told his wringing hands. 'I used to long for it, though I never new why. One particularly bad night when I was about eight I went up to the landing and stared at it. I stared so hard that the glass vanished and I fell outside onto the grass, though at the time I didn't understand why. Nobody seemed to notice so I began to run. All I knew was the direction; I let my senses guide me to the church, I stepped inside and sat down in an empty pew, and they were there. Not like in the mirror of Erised or that time at the graveyard, this was different. I felt them inside me, I felt warm and protected and, for the first time, loved. I started coming here more and more, anytime I could get away. Until someone told me I should come and join the choir. It was the best excuse to go all the time! Of course I didn't tell the Dursleys, I just used to sneak off (sneakers. Haha. Period! No wait. Ummm, Hay Jimbo Barb- must say with accent). They never noticed I was missing.'

'I stopped going when I joined Hogwarts, I had something else to make me whole. But I never stopped thinking about the church and the feeling it gave me'. Harry stopped talking, swallowed, and looked up at Hermione, who, for once, didn't know what to say. 'I don't know what to say' she gasped. She had never seen this side to Harry before not in all her years of knowing him.

Harry stared back at his lap. He felt embarrassed, he hadn't meant to spill all this to Hermione. 'I'm sorry,' he choked. 'Harry it's…' but Hermione's voice trailed away as she realised that Harry was crying. She didn't know how to react; Harry was renowned for violent outbreaks. She remembered the time in year 13 when he had hit her in a violent rage. He didn't mean to it was just one of those things about Harry. It can't be helped with these troubled kids.

'I've only ever told one person before, the one person I could trust, the only person I've ever loved. AND SHE BETRAYED ME!' Harry ended up screaming at the high ceiling. Hermione felt sick. She had suddenly realised the horrible truth. 'Ginny,' she whispered. Harry broke down and Hermione crawled towards him and held him close in her arms.

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A/N Yes it's strange but I like it and its starting to get good. Please review. I appreciate the comments.

BTW, thank you for reading it.