Harper PoV

As soon as my guitar arrived I picked it up and started singing:

"On my own pretending he's beside me

All alone I walk with him till morning

Without him I feel his arms around me

And when I lose my way I close my eyes and he has found me

In the rain the pavement shines like silver

All the lights are misty in the river

In the darkness the trees are full of starlight

And all I see is him and me forever and forever

And I know it's only in my mind

That I'm talking to myself and not too hi..."

"HARPER" Hermione shouted cutting me off "everyone in gryfindor can hear you!"

"Oh" I replied simply and then picked Charlie and the chocolate factory and started reading.

"Harper, don't start reading, Will wants to speak to you!" She grumbled at me

"Does he have an appointment?" I questioned

"Harper why are you being so selfish all of a sudden? One stupid letter and then you don't speak to anyone for weeks! Will wants to speak to you because he is worried! He doesn't mean to be an inconvenience." Hermione snapped

"Why don't you just go and speak to will, Harper. We'll calm Hermione down for you!" Lavender brown whispered in my ear from behind. So I stood up and left.

As I walked down the stairs into the common room, I realised how selfish I had been, Theo's death was over six months ago, I should be able to function properly without him egging me on. I saw Harry and Will talking in the corner. I walked up to them and burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." I sobbed "I've been so selfish. I'm so sorry."

I saw everyone's head turning to see what was going on, to see what was going on. Harry and Will each grabbed one of my arms and started walking me to the portrait.

"Come on Harper" Will whispered to me " let's go for a walk and you can talk!"

Hermione POV

As soon as Harper walked out I started crying. Why? I thought to myself. Why did I have to go and shout at her?

"Hermione" I heard the high pitched voice of lavender brown "Are you ok?"

"Do I look like I'm ok?" I snapped back only to see a look of hurt etched across Lavender's face "I'm sorry lavender, I didn't mean it like that, but can you leave me alone for a moment "

I picked up Charlie and the chocolate factory and opened it, there on one of the first pages were two words For Theo. I then picked up her guitar and turned it over, on the back in black marker pen was written:

happy birthday harps

love Theo.

P.s. This is your birthday/Christmas present for the next few years

Finally I picked up the four Noel streatfield books and in each said to 'herms' from 'dory' Theo had given me those books. I looked in the back of Ballet Shoes and a photo fell out. The photo was of Theo and I, but unlike all the photos at his memorial it was just Theo and I, Harper wasn't there.

*flashback*

"Happy birthday herms " Theo greeted me smiling and walking into our kitchen presenting me with a gift. I opened it and there was four brand new books: Ballet shoes, Curtain up, White boots and Thursday's child.

"Where's Harps?" He questioned

"She's still sleeping!" I replied

"Oh okay" he returned "while we wait can you get your mum to take a photo of just us two, I was looking through all my photos and there doesn't seem to be one of just us two!"

*end of flashback*

That was our eighth birthday, after that Theo and I drifted apart. How I miss being so close to him, he was like a brother before we were eight but when he died we only occasionally spoke.

"J" I turned round to see Harper standing behind me and I gave her a massive hug. "I'm so sorry, x." I cried

"I'm sorry too, j." She replied

Harper POV

After Hermione and I resolved our fight I started to talk to more people. I talked to Will a lot more. Harry, Ron and Hermione have become their own little trio, they keep on going off and having adventures but they leave us behind, but I don't mind. I feel sorry for Will though, he is always put slightly behind his brother. He isn't 'the boy who lived' he didn't survive the killing curse, he survived because Voldemort turned on Harry first so will is more like 'the boy who was saved by the boy who lived' . He doesn't even look like Harry, he looks like his mother.

Christmas passed quickly, the trio were trying to solve some mystery to do with the philosophers stone. Meanwhile Will and I talked and did our work. I barely thought of Theo but when I did I mourned. I managed to discipline myself to ten minutes of missing Theo a day, other than that I have to pick myself up and carry on.

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