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Things hadn't gotten any better for Harry. Hermione and Ron had sat with Robyn at dinner and refused to even make eye contact with him. They avoided him the rest of the day and hung out with sweet, innocent Robyn. Stupid girl was stealing his friends.
Harry couldn't get within five feet of either Ron or Hermione until they were all in bed. He snuck over to Ron and gently shook him.
"Ron," he hissed, "Ron, wake up. I need to talk to you."
"Yes Hermione, I do find you very…" Ron mumbled seductively, still asleep.
"Ron!" Harry yelled before Ron could finish his sentence.
"What?" he whined, rubbing his eyes, "Where's the fire? I was dreaming of…"
"Yes, Hermione, I know." Harry said, slightly annoyed.
Ron's cheeks turned bright red. "So," he whispered, "What's the problem?"
"Why have you been ignoring me all day?" Harry asked, trying not to whine.
"Simple reason, Harry," Ron said, "You've been acting like a jerk. You really should give Robby a chance. She has her reasons."
"Robby?"
"Robyn. Your cousin. You should know that. But you don't." Ron said simply.
"Why should I?" Harry spat, "What's she ever done for me?"
"More than you realize," Ron whispered, "All you have to do is ask. Now good night."
"I don't care. I'll never give in. Robyn Potter is now my worst enemy. Never shall I make eye contact or even speak to her unless forced to do so."
"You're turning into a Malfoy," Ron mumbled before falling asleep.
Harry stood there, shocked. Was he really turning into a Malfoy? He couldn't be. Malfoy was his sworn enemy, next to Voldemort. Yet, it didn't seem that crazy. Sure, they had different styles, but they were both doing hurtful things to people for no reason. Harry slapped himself and returned to his own bed. He was b not /b becoming a Malfoy. He was a Potter, a pure Potter and nothing else. And it seemed a curse to have to share his last name with some weirdo who just showed up claiming to be his cousin. With thoughts swimming through his head, Harry fell into a restless sleep.
The next few months pulled at Harry's heart. True to his word, he never once acknowledged his supposed cousin's presence. She did not exist in his world. He lost many friends, even Ron and Hermione, as word crept around the school that Harry had a cousin and was ignoring her. Slowly but surely, Harry was unknowingly sinking into depression. But he would never give in. He was too stubborn. Until one day nearly three months later.
"Harry," said a voice that rang through his ears like a bell, "Harry, we need to talk."
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Robyn. This was the first time she'd tried talking to him in months. What was she up to? He slowly turned towards her and a small smile of defeat snuck across her face. "What is it?" he grumbled.
"Why have you been ignoring me?" Robyn questioned, "You're my cousin and I don't want things to be rough between us. I'm sure we could grow to be great friends if you gave it the chance."
Harry felt a little weight fly off his shoulders. He was slowly making his way out of the pit of depression he had dug for himself. He looked Robyn in the eyes that seemed so familiar. Like always, that light of hope was still shining and with each passing moment it grew brighter and brighter.
"I've been through so much," Harry whispered, "And hurt so many times. How do I know you're not a spy? How do I know you won't find your way into my heart and then break it into a million pieces? How do I know you won't be snatched away like my mom and dad and everything I've ever cared about?" With that, tears welled in his eyes and started flowing down his cheek. He didn't even bother to wipe them away.
"You'll just have to find it in your heart to trust me," Robyn said, grabbing his hand.
Harry looked into her emerald eyes and, for once, looked past the flickering flame of hope. He dug deep down, pushing aside all obstacles, such as misery and hatred, until he came upon what he was looking for. There was a white light filled with purity and goodness. It was the light you'd see only in a person that had done no wrong. Someone that you could trust with anything, safely knowing that they'd die before they told a soul. It was the sign Harry needed, and he brought his cousin into his arms and gave her a hug.
"Of course I'll trust you," he whispered in her ear and kissed her lightly on the top of the head.