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Hi, my name is Hazel
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 | Broken Dreams (3) HP |
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 4.93 with 14 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-04-28 17:31:56 |
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'Goshers, is my life boring,' I thought as I made my way through the winding passages in Hogwarts, 'I mean other than my parents and siblings death, nothing else has happened.'
I shook my head. What's wrong with me? Why am I thinking this? Why am I thinking that my family's death wasn't an important stepping stone in my life? It's been a huge stone. It taught me to be strong, and live life by the moment, and other things that I can't think of right now.
I mean, it's been huge and I'm thinking that it probably didn't even happen? What WAS wrong with me?
Just then, I heard foot steps from behind me and they were getting closer. Flash backs of my horrible nightmares came to mind. Me, my 7 year-old self, walking around my house, breaths coming out in sobs, walking in and out of every room to see family members dead, and hearing footsteps right behind me. I turn to see Voldemort with a wand pointed at me. I shook my head and I poped back into the present. My muscles tensed and I spun around only to fall to the floor with a screach, expecting to see Lord Voldemort's wand pointing at me again as in my dreams.
"HARRY!" I yelled, stomping my feet and hands on the ground like a two year old, "Don't scare me like that!"
He blushed, his face turning the same colour as Ron's hair, "Sorry, didn't mean to creep up on you. I didn't actually think it was you until I got close enough." I looked down and noticed his wand down by his side, and I understood. 'He's not taking ANY chances.' I thought.
"'Tis okkay. As long as you don't blow my head off," I let out a stiff chuckle, "Just don't do it again. Okkay?"
"Okkay." He nodded, then stuck a hand out to help me up.
"Thanks,"
"Yeah, no problem. So what's a Hufflepuff like you doing out so late on a Monday night?" Harry asked, a smile playing at his soft lips.
"And I could say the same for you, Mister Gryffindor." I laughed.
"You got me," He threw up his hands in defeat.
"Ha, I always win. You should write that down somewhere: Hazel always wins." I laughed again. Harry and I are close. There's no barrior between us, like some other kids I talk to. You could see it in their eyes- all the unasked questions about my parents death, all the kindness and sadness they give. I don't need any of it, it's over and done. There's no way I can change it. But with Harry, I don't have to keep my little annoyness or keep telling them to stop feeling so bad for me. It's horriblely hard to explain, but it's like... like finding a twin. Someone EXACTLY like you but not even related.
"Yeahhh...okay," he mummbled, sarcasim in his low voice.
"Yupp!" I said happily, "So, Mister Grouch, why you out so late? Another detention?" My face suddenly turned to serious when he nodded, "Not with Snape AGAIN?!" He nodded once more. "Harry, you KNOW how Snape is! If you get on his bad side even just a TINY bit your scre.wed for life!"
"I know that! But it wasn't my fault this time," He stole a look at me, my face fixed in a look that said yeah-right, "Really! I was walking to Potions when Malfoy..."
I held up my hand, "Just stop there. I DON'T wanna know more if this story includes that stupid, little pureblood jerk from Rich-o-toipa." I let out a growl, "Goshers do I hate that boy."
And with that we walked all the way to Gryffindor tower, in silence. I said my good bye and without another sound I was off to my own common room. |
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