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Harry,

     I miss you. But I hate the way you look at me as I run away. I hate the whispers. They've grown louder with each passing day. Coward

I've noticed how you try to get to class early enough to claim the seat beside me but it's always filled. I can feel your green eyes burning into the back of my head. But I never turn to meet your gaze. 

It's easy pretending you don't exist, but it causes a slight twist in my stomach for some reason. This is for your protection. This is the best for everyone... Gael had warned me before the school year started. "You better do what I want or next time you wrong me, it'll be whatever friends you can actually make!" she had burned me. Burned my favorite doll. And she threatened to burn you. 

They're healing, naturally. They sting sometimes. But they'll vanish. Or vanish as much as they can without the help of the cloaking spell. Harry, I wish I could see you... I wish I could apologize. I'm terribly sorry. I am so very sorry. I could apologize so many times and it wouldn't make up for the sadness in your eyes. But I will forget you. I'll forget your laugh, your smile, the way your cheeks heat up when we're together. It'll mean nothing soon. Goodbye Harry Potter, the boy who gave me a smidge of hope.

Yours forever,

Arabella

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