Students left right and centre. Brunettes, Blondes and... a very specific red head. Ginny. Harry hated Ginny with passion, ever since they met, and for a reason (if it's a good or a bad one, even Harry doesn't know).
Ginny was absolutely convinced Harry still had feelings for her, she bounded her way up to him like a young dog and pulled him from his trolly and smashed their faces together. Ginny, of course was the only one kissing. Harry was just there. Stood in shock, until he finally came to his senses.
'Piss of Ginny.' Harry sad bluntly. He wanted her away, for good. Ginny gaped at him. She slowly backed off until he couldn't see her. Harry never had feelings for Ginny. He barely even liked her as a friend, at most, a sister, but definitely not a girlfriend. Any sign of affection was because of a live potion. A strong one, so strong that Ginny thought he would actually start liking her. In fact, it did the opposite.
Harry made his way onto the train and collapsed onto a seat with a huff. It had a sofa, the length of the, very small, compartment in either side; just big enough for two people.
He tried his best to push his case onto the the rails, but he was too weak. He hadn't been eating again, this was a habit at the Dursley's, but he tried his best to start again with the encouragement of Ron and Hermione, but in the summers, he would be waistline away in his room.
Speaking of Ron and Hermione, a pair of familiar faces crossed his compartment, Ron glared at him, before sticking a note to the door, giving him the middle finger, then walking off with Hermione who didn't spare a glance, and comforting a tear stricken Ginny. To say Harry was taken aback was an understatement.
Harry got up from his seat reluctantly and opened the door, tearing the note from it. A rustling sound told Harry that his brown screech owl, Lupin, had awoken.
Ignoring him, Harry tore his eyes down to the paper.
Dear 'ThE ChOsEn OnE',
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So sorry it's this short! I kind of wanted to just smush all of the things that I wanted to write out if the way in one chapter. If you enjoyed, please leave a vote or a comment, suggestions will be acknowledged!
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FanficHarry Potter. Perfect Potter. Wrong. Draco Malfoy. Evil. Wrong? ______ It's eighth year, and Harry has reluctantly returned to Hogwarts. The memories, the flashbacks, all made him want to shrivel up into a tiny ball, and, die. Until a very interest...
