Chapter 2:

I know most people skip this part because it's the author talking but plz read this, that way I'll feel like you guys are talking to me by commenting and I can talk back.

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I can never name chapter names. So PLEASE help me name my chapters. But I have a certain criteria: they have to be lyrics or the title of a popular song/parody song. Or they can be also famous quotes from movies. Please come up with something and review it! I named Chapter 1 "Why So Sirius?" But if you guys can come up with better ones, please comment it/review it.

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Harry felt sick to his stomach. He was angry: angry with himself, angry with the words he chose, angry with everyone. If he could take that back, he would. Oh, I'd do anything for a time-turner right now. He thought. How did even say that? How did he even think of the word? Of all the insults in the world, he had to choose that one. Of course, it had to be the most foul, the one that guarantees a friendship breakup. He felt dirty and disgusted with himself. He wish he could say that Voldemort had taken over his body and spoke those words, not him. That way, he could blame somebody else.

That sounds like a true Gryffindor. Not taking the blame, not owning up to the trouble you caused. A sarcastic voice nagged at him. I swear, I'm getting more and more Slytherin as the time goes on. First the word and now my mind.

He wanted to fall asleep, wake up, and find that everything had been a dream.

Then he thought of Hermione. She was right. Being cooped up here is not healthy. Bottling grief and anger in this room is not healthy at all. Look what cost him: a friend. She might not even speak—no, she definitely will not speak to him ever again. He almost wanted to blame her, be angry with her, for provoking him to insult back. But, she was right. He was angry for her to be right again. Yet, at the same time, Harry was grateful that Hermione woke him up from a trance. Then, realization hit, Hermione's probably not his friend anymore. All those good times that she had saved him at Hogwarts will disappear. This is one of those end of the world feelings.

He wanted to say in the room for the rest of the summer in shame. But he thought better of himself. The harangue would've been for nothing and that would've meant he lost a magnificent friend for nothing. He stayed in the rest of the night, ignored Ron as always, and stayed in all the next day. But, he realized he can't hide forever so he opened the door when Ginny knocked for dinner.

"Wow. I haven't talked to you in a while, probably since the Ministry." Ginny said, clambering down steps. "It's quite funny though, since you stayed at my house for the past 2 weeks."

"Yeah, woah, two weeks. Already? Really?"

Ginny nodded.

"Sorry about that. Err…what's for dinner?" Harry tried to steer away any conversation that might be about his recent depression issues.

"Dunno. I think we're a bit late. We kinda disputed right when dinner started about whether to call you or not. Everyone should be set by now." Ginny said as the pair set down the last few steps.

"We?" Harry couldn't imagine Mrs. Weasley being so unwelcomed and not wanting him down for dinner. But after what happened yesterday, she might think differently about him. On the other hand, Ginny doesn't act different at all.

"It's Hermione." Replied Ginny as the pair walked into the kitchen to a full table. Mr. Weasley sat at the head and Bill, who's staying over, sat at the opposite. All chatting ceased when they intruded and all eyes fixed on them, except for one. Hermione chewed and stared casually at her food. Harry felt a pang in his chest. Ginny quickly motioned a seat at the end of the table next to Ron. She sat in the last seat across from Harry, next to Hermione.

"Well, um…what a surprise, Harry." Mrs. Weasley stated.

Awkward silence. More stares.

"YAY!" Fred and George murmured softly, waving their hands in the air.

Then, just like that, dinner talk resumed. Ginny, on the orders of Mrs. Weasley, piled a mountain of food on his plate. He and Bill started a conversation on Bill's adventures with goblins and , awkwardly, about Fleur Delacour. Harry remembered her from his 4th year during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She now works with Bill in Gringotts. And, Bill seemed very interested in her. Ron updated Harry on everything from the Chudley Cannons lastest game to Fred's and George's new joke shop. All the while, Harry constantly glanced at Hermione, whom he sat diagonally across from, trying to catch her eye. He knew it was a dead chance to apologize but he had to try. But, Hermione wouldn't even accidentally look in his direction. It's not like he's even there. She talks to Bill, converse with Ginny, argues with Ron, and chas animatedly with Fred and George, whom sat on the on the other side of her. That was strange. Last time he knew, Hermione and the twins weren't exactly best friends. Maybe with the twins not in school changes a perspective. Still, Harry felt like he missed out a lot. Dinner stayed like that until the end.

"Look, I don't know about you, mate." Ron said to Harry as the both of them traipsed upstairs to their rooms. "But I think this year will be different. And I don't' want to choose sides between my friends."

Harry arched an eyebrow.

"Hey look, all I'm saying is that I agree with Hermione. You shouldn't' have burst out like that."

"And you think I haven't been regretting it ever since!"

"Have you tried even to apologize?"

"Ron, she acts like I'm not here."

"And I can't blame her! Look, you need to know what you did is bad, real bad. Coming from Malfoy is normal, coming you is catastrophic."

"I know, Ron. I know!"

"She's hurt. Very hurt—"

"—I know—"

"Just try ok. Life at Hogwarts will be hard next year."

Days like that would repeat over and over again. Hermione would either never speak to him or shoot him Malfoy-worthy smirks. The days to Hogwarts loomed closer and closer. He half wished to go and half wished to stay at the innocuous Burrow to avoid all gossip at Hogwarts.

This year, this year. It's all going to change this year. Harry thought to himself in bed. He quickly fell into a terrible sleep, dreaming about all the scandalous drama at Hogwarts and a life without Hermione.

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