A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 45: September, 9
Harry spent the night in Lucy's quarter like Quentin. Madame Pomfrey had healed her hand and had rubbed a creme on her arm to reduce the pain.
In the morning, when Lucy walked out of her bedroom into the living room, she suddenly heard someone singing. She had heard thousands of children sing in her acting career though not many were really good, but that voice was different than any of them.
"What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some are saying
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive"
Lucy felt the goose bumps. She had never before gotten them when she had listened to a child singing. Suddenly the singing ended, and Lucy heard the noises of a shower. However they too ended, and a moment later Harry exited the bedroom, a towel around his waist and wet hair clinging to his head.
"What?" he asked as he saw Lucy staring at him.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as Harry entered the Gryffindor common room. "We were so worried about you, especially as we heard that you had a concussion."
Harry smiled. "It wasn't too bad, actually. Madame Pomfrey rescued me from the bandaged head this morning, but the cast won't come off until Wednesday."
"Harry!" Percy said, pushing the girl out of the way. "We had a House Discussion yesterday, and we came to the conclusion that it's too dangerous to do the musical."
"Dangerous?" Harry exclaimed irritated.
"You could have been killed," Ron's older brother stated. "George weighs 99.5kg, you're lucky only your arm broke. Also, we decided to ask Professor McGonnagall's for help instead of Professor Wintergarten."
"You can't do that!" Harry said angrily. "It's not her fault that George fell on me, is it?"
"As a matter of fact, she was responsible for us all at that time," Percy told him. "So yes, it is her fault."
Harry glared before he turned around and opened the Fat Lady.
He ran along the corridors, trying to keep the tears at bay. It wasn't Lucy's fault. It couldn't be.
By the time he reached the Astronomy Tower he was exhausted, and it took him a long time until he reached the top of the staircase.
The cold air hit him in the face like a hard slap. It was windy. He wasn't wearing anything else except jeans and a sweat-shirt, making him shiver. He stepped over to the banister and looked down. He swallowed. It was a long way down. Then he looked at the sky.
"One day I'll fly away too," Harry whispered, watching an owl fly over the Forbidden Forest away from the castle. "Fly away from this unfair world."
"Hey Harry," a voice behind him said.
"G-Ginny!" he exclaimed frightened, turning around. "Whoa - you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"I - I'm sorry," the girl replied, blushing deeply.
Harry looked into her eyes. He saw something in them that he definitely didn't like.
"Maybe..." she whispered. "Maybe if you would-"
"One day I'll leave all this to yesterday," Harry continued, giving her a hard look. "There's no more love can do for me. Why should your love be different? Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends? If I were you, Ginny, I'd stop dreaming of this now. It'll hurt less."
"You don't understand!" Ginny yelled in dismay. "I can't stop dreaming! I love you too much!"
"Then stop! Stop loving me!"
"You just can't stop loving someone from one moment to another," Ginevra argued.
"Then - then we should stop spending time together."
"We have every class together!" Ginny exclaimed.
"Just pretend that you hate me," Harry said annoyed as he left the tower. "That will solve everything."
"It won't solve anything," Ginny whispered as she watched him, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I love you too much to pretend to hate you. I tell you, it won't be solving anything."