1Chapter One
"A Different Agony"
"Oh brawling love, oh loving hate,
Oh Anything of nothing first created.
Oh heavy lightness, serious vanity,
misshapen chaos of well seeming forms!
Feather of lead, clear smoke, cold fire, sickly health, still-waking sleep!"
-William Shakespeare describing love
Harry was sitting at his desk at The Cozy Dove Apartments, Apartment 7A. He was trying to write Ginny for the ninth time that week. He always stopped at "Dear Ginny". He didn't understand why it was so hard for him to just how she was. But maybe he did know. It was because he'd know it would be a lie. It would murder her with a quill and ink. How are you? Instead of I love you. If he did ask her how she was doing she would reply fine and she would be lying too.
It had been roughly a week since Harry had arrived in Dove Hollow. All he had thought of was Ginny. He had to remind himself to eat and force himself to sleep. But even after he closed his eyes, her image haunted him. What was this emotion that was engulfing him? It couldn't be love. Love is tender and makes you feel light and airy. This "different agony" couldn't possibly be love. It was frustrating and drove him mad. Yet it was painfully sweet. Also the question that ran through his head was, Am I the only one feeling this way? He thought that since he was feeling so miserable, shouldn't Ginny? Shouldn't Ginny be eating chocolate all day and writing girly poems about him?
The more Harry thought about it, that girl who spent her day crying all day in her bed over lost love, was not Ginny. Knowing Ginny, she was already dating some other guy. Scratch that, thought Harry, make that dating some other guys. She was probably partying every night. He could almost hear her voice saying "Who needs Harry Potter, anyway? Who needs him?"
The bathroom door slammed on its own as Harry let his anger get the best of him again. "Mustn't think that,"he said to himself"I mustn't think that way about her. I trust her. Besides, Ron is watching her." Harry sat down his bed with his head in his hands. His isolation was starting to take a toll on his sanity. He missed people. He missed his friends and he missed Hogwarts. He wished Dumbledore was here with him guiding him on how to defeat Voldemort. It would keep him busy and he wouldn't be so lonely.
Hedwig came flying through his apartment window and landed on his desk. As he landed, papers which had been on the desk, flew up in the air and scattered all over the ground. Harry laughed at his pet and gave her a owl cracker. She chortled and nipped at his ear affectionately. Harry gathered up his papers and as he lifted his head, his saw the building across from the Cozy Dove. It was a dance studio. Girls of his age were leaning against a bar and lifting one of their legs up and down all at the same time. The all had the same outfit on. It was a black leotard and pink sashes around their waist.
He imagined Ginny was one of the girls. He imagined she was just a building apart from her. All the girls were now doing a dance. The were gracefully doing turns around the room.
A whip of black haired head. Wait a minute, was that? Harry moved in for a closer look. Dammit! All the girls faced the other way as Harry craned to see her face. They turned back around and...it was her. Not Ginny. Not Hermione. Someone he thought he didn't want to see ever again. His heart leapt to the other building and danced with the girls.
Cho Chang.
For the first minute since he had came to Dove Hollow, his thoughts weren't on Ginny. The class was over but he was still staring at her. She was like he remembered her. She came closer to the window and Harry drew the blinds so that she could not see him. She let her hair down and patted her forehead with her towel. She was staring out the window, up towards the sky. She turned back around and put her coat on and left.
Just as she shut the door to leave, it began to snow.
About an hour later, Harry reads the note from Ron that Hedwig had delivered.
Dear Harry,
Everyone is going bonkers about this bloody wedding! Let's start at the root of the problem. Fleur has gotten her "mama" to come. She is horrible! She is supposed to be a world famous fashion designer. She has all of her bloody fabric and needles all around the house. Oh, and did I mention she is a nightmare? If you move one thing of her's she'll go ballistic on you and throw a fit. And then Fleur has to convince her to stay for the wedding and not to return to France. Oh and she eat twice what dad eats and then yells at mum for making her fat. Not that all the wedding stuff is enough but Hermione has been dropping hints about getting married ourselves! I don't know about you mate but Hermione and I's wedding is the farthest thing from my mind. Besides ,I think I have had enough wedding-talk to last me a life time!!!
Ron
P.S. Mum sends her love!
Harry chuckled when he heard Ron's description of pre-wedding chaos. Though Ron said life at the Burrow at this point was hell, Harry wished more than anything that he could be there. He wished he could be there with Ginny. He wished he could hold her for awhile, but nowadays, that was just to much to ask for.
Before Harry went to bed, he thought about Cho for a little bit. How she was, would she be there tomorrow, would she recognize him with his extra long bangs? Harry eyes started to close as he watched the falling snow outside his window.
(A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic and I hope you like it! The chapters will get longer, I swear! Tell me what you think about it so far and how it can get better!)