Harry's POV
I simply stood there, in shock. The tears that were welled up in my eyes started freehandedly falling down my cheeks. It went from just a few tears to me sobbing, curled up on the floor, for what seems like hours. Eventually, I got up and ran all the way back to the common room. Of course he was lying! Nobody would want to help me! Nobody would want to help a FREAK like me!
Once I got back to the common room, I barged in and everybody in the common room stopped what they were doing to look at me, no doubt to see what was disturbing what they were doing. When they realized it was me, they all snarled in hatred and went back to what they were doing, completely ignoring me. As if the tears that were pouring down my face weren't enough, more tears welled up in my eyes and I ran to my dorm room, crying silently, letting my tears fall.
When I got into my dorm room I saw Draco and Theodore on Draco's bed, chatting and laughing. When they saw me at the door they both, like everybody did in the common room, snarled and went back to their conversation, completely ignoring me. That was my breaking point.
I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I leaned against the door and sat down, pulling my knees up to my chest. Suddenly it all caught up and I started to quietly sob even harder. My heart was longing, begging, for Draco or Theodore, or literally anybody, to knock on the door and ask if I was ok, but my mind knew better. It knew that nobody cared about me. That nobody would check up on me and ask if I was ok. That nobody loved me.
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