It's time for yet another exciting chapter of HHD so I won't keep you by babbling on about things you could care less about.
I don't own Harry Potter or anything related to it. Just the plot thanks!
Oh and I decided to make Harry and Megan's internal conversations in italics from now on.
Having Harry's Destiny- Hiding Pain
Hermione's fears were justified the next day. Helena never showed for breakfast so Ron and Hermione went to make sure she was alright. They found her standing half awake in the middle of her bedroom. She was still in her pajamas and her hair was a disheveled mess. They could tell she was having trouble keeping her eyes open and her body was swaying slightly from exhaustion.
"Helena?" Hermione said quietly. Helena turned her head slowly to face them as if she was shifting through a heavy fog.
"Hey," she said groggily.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked.
"I'm just tired," she said quietly. "Harry thinks I did to much yesterday."
"I think he's probably right," Hermione agreed.
"Yeah, maybe you should cut back on the pranks for a while," Ron cautioned. "All the excitement wears you out."
"But I promised the twins," Helena weakly protested.
"I think that last trick more then fulfills your promise," Ron said. Helena simply yawned.
"Now it's back to bed with you," Hermione instructed taking her arm. "Seeing as you don't have any classes this morning, I expect you to sleep till lunch. And don't worry, me and Ron will make sure you get up in time."
"Thanks," Helena mumbled as she crawled back into bed.
"I guess I better tell the twins not to ask her to pull any more pranks," Ron said as they walked to class.
"Yes," Hermione agreed firmly. "Helena doesn't need anything else stressing her right now."
Mean while as Helena lay sound asleep on her bed, a conversation was going on inside her head.
"Why do you try and do soo much?" Harry asked. "You know it's going to tire you out. Megan turned away from the green eyed boy and put all her attention on the bright yellow daises growing in front of her."
"Megan, answer me." Harry commanded. "Why do you keep doing this?"
"It's just…" Megan started but failed to finish. Harry reached out and turned her toward him.
"You can tell me." He said softly. Megan sighed.
"It's just, if I'm busy then I don't have to think about the pain." She said in a whisper.
"Pain?" Harry asked in shock. "But Megan, you always act so happy and bubbly, even when it's just you. and me He cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face so she looked him in the eye. Why didn't you tell me you where still in pain?"
"Still in pain?" She jerked away from him angrily. "I lost everything, Harry. My parents, my sister, my family, my friends, my home, my pets, the little everyday stupid things you take for granted like my blue fuzzy pillow and the snack mom would have for me after school, everything. I lost it all in the blink of an eye. Only I didn't lose it, it's all still out there, all of it. Only I can't have it any more. And you ask me if I'm still in pain." Harry stared at her, speechless, as she sank to the ground.
"I….I'm sorry," Harry stammered. "I just never stopped to think. He stood awkwardly behind her."
"It's ok," she said not looking at him. "I've always been the kind of person who doesn't like coming out and saying "Hey I'm hurting here"."
"Megan," Harry said sitting down beside her. "You HAVE to tell me these things. I don't think you realize how good of actress you are because I had no idea. You can't wait for somebody to figure it out or it may be to late."
"I know," She said quietly. "It's just soo hard."
"That's what I'm here for, that's what FRIENDS are for, to help you with these things." Harry said wrapping her in a hug. "But I can't help you if you don't ask me." with that Megan broke down in tears. Her body shook as she let loose the all the pain and suffering she had been holding inside. Harry held her softly in his arms as she cried, allowing her the time she needed.
"I feel lost," Megan whispered after a few minutes.
"Lost?" Harry asked.
"This is your world Harry, not mine. she said. I don't belong here and I feel that everyday. I can't relate to the people here because I'm not like them. I'm just pretending to be and that makes the relationships I have with them false."
"I guess you're right," Harry admitted. "But you have Ron, Hermione, and me."
"I know and trust me, I don't know what I'd do without the three of you, but I still feel guilty for tricking everyone else."
"Maybe one day you can tell them the truth," Harry offered. "Maybe WE can tell them the truth."
"I hope so," Megan said as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. "I hope so."
"You should get some sleep now." Harry said as she yawned. Megan nodded her head and simply curled up on the ground and drifted into sleep.
Later that day when Ron and Hermione went to make sure Helena was up they found her rummaging around in the desk drawers.
"I didn't expect to find you up," Hermione said slightly shocked at seeing Helena up and ready to go.
"Hey," Helena responded distractedly as she continued to search. "Have you seen a folder with a cycadelic butterfly on it?"
"Uhh…I don't think so." Ron answered a little perplexed.
"It's Megan's" Helena explained. "It has some pictures of Megan before…all this…and I just wanted to take a look at them before she got up."
"Why?" Hermione asked going to look through the cabinet.
"I just wanted to remind myself of who she really is."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked.
"It's just that I got so caught up, WE got so caught up in her happy school girl act that we forgot who she is and what she's been through." Helena said turning to face them. "And that maybe, just maybe she was still in a world of pain deep on the inside."
"She's hurting?" Hermione asked in a quiet whisper. Helena nodded in the affirmative.
"I didn't realize it either until she kind of let it slip." She said sitting down in a chair.
"Oh man," Ron said leaning on the back of the couch. "Why didn't she say something?"
"She's not the type of person to come out and say she's in emotional pain," Helena said. "You have to force it out of her."
"But what can we do, Harry, if she won't tell us?" Hermione asked.
"Corner her and make her tell you how she feels," Helena said with tired grin. "It's what I had to do."
"Okay…" Ron said with a sigh. "Shouldn't we be getting to lunch?"
"Yeah," Helena said getting up. "I'll just run the show for Megan today."
"She probably could use all the rest she can get," Hermione added to no one in particular as they walked out the portal and down the hall.
"It'll be just like old times," Ron said putting his arm around Helena's shoulders. "Except you're in a skirt."
"Haha," Helena said dryly. "You have no idea how weird this feels."
"And I don't plan on finding out either," Ron said with horrified expression.
"And if you do, I'm getting a picture." Hermione said laughing at the thought of Ron in a skirt. Ron, though, didn't think it was too funny.
"You two can argue later," Helena said pushing them apart and heading toward the open door to the Great Hall. "Right now I'm starving."
Hermione rolled her eyes and followed the two into the Great Hall. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth at the sight of the slightly faded but still colorful Slytherins. Her eyes landed on Draco and she stifled the need to burst out laughing.
"You know what?" she asked her friends as she sat down. "I think my new favorite color is pink."
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