"This isn't the prophecy! You can't interfere!"
"Aren't prophecy's supposed to be broken brother?"
SECOND BOOK IN MY FATE SERIES!
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Halloween came faster than she had expected. She thought that maybe it would go slower because of how much she was anticipating it. She use to love Halloween. She was never allowed to go out with the other kids at the orphanage but she use to watch them get all dressed up in costumes and dream of being there one day.
It was also her birthday.
And her parents death date.
The day had a whole new meaning to her. How was she suppose to feel? Was she suppose to be sad? It was the day her mom died. Was she suppose to be happy? The day she was born. Scared? She honestly just felt confused. Confused on which emotion she was suppose to feel today. She was never good with her emotions.
Classes went by extraordinarily slow. She didn't talk as much today and she could see her brother didn't either. She had planned on giving him a gift at the end of the day that she had made. It was just a small ornament you could stick on your clothes. Nothing big but honestly she couldn't even face him right now.
When classes end she was the first one to leave the class. She made her way to the room of requirement skipping dinner. When she entered the room it was quiet. Just what she needed. She needed solitude to cope with her mixed emotions.
Just as she sat down with a book in her hand the door opened again to reveal a very pale Harry Potter. "Harry?" She said sitting up a bit. He looked up a bit surprised someone was here.
"Oh. Sorry I didn't know anyone was here"
"It's okay" she said as he stood near the door. His cheeks were puffy and his hair was ruffled. He looked like he had been crying.
"I'll leave you to it then.." he said starting to walk out.
"Wait!" She said and he stopped. "You can stay Harry"
Harry didn't want to stay. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die. He wanted to lie at rest right next to his parents. He didn't deserve to live while they were dead. "Ok" he said quietly making his way over there. It was like his feet had a mind of their own.
He sat down next to her on the small couch. His flannel shirt looked a bit baggier today and his eyes were foggy. "Is something wrong Harry?" She said.
How could she be so dumb to forget?
"No nothings wrong" he said quietly but his voice broke in the middle of him saying it. A tear shed down his face but he quickly wiped it.
"If you don't want to talk about it I understand but you don't have to lie Harry"
That's a bit hypocritical
He sighed. He was honestly surprised she didn't know. "I.........today........."
"Take a deep breath Harry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" she said with a small comforting smile.
It was quiet. Harry was breathing and trying to form the words.
"Today....today is the day that they died" he finally said and he couldn't feel his stomach turn as he did. Her face fell and she wanted to stab herself. How could she forget? It was her father who killed them and got himself killed too. How could she fucking forget.
"I don't want your sympathy. I don't need anymore pity" he said a little too harshly as she looked at him. She blinked a few times and looked away. What could she say to that? Hey I understand my father was the one who killed your parents and is alive again and wants me to get inside your head so eventually he can kill you too?
"Today is my birthday" she said and he looked at her. She wanted to slap herself. Why would she say that?
"Happy birthday.." he said.
She sighed heavily.
"My mom died giving birth to me" she said and he met her eyes. There was no tears. There was only numbness. "I don't think I should be sad..." she started but he cut her off.
"Because you never knew her?" He said and they locked eyes. How could she feel the same thing he does?
"I guess" she said looking down.
Harry Potter never felt like it was okay to be sad. He felt as if no one would ever understand his sadness and confusion. He grabbed her small cold hand in comfort and in recognition. She smiled lightly at him as they sat in silence. Both grieving over something they wanted so desperately. Something they missed but never had. In a swarm of emotions between confusion and anger and sadness...they both knew that the other felt the same way.
I guess that comforted them in a way...
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HI.
It's been so long but.....
Kinda thinking about dropping out and going back in a year. I wanted to take a gap year but I thought everyone would judge me. I need opinions. I think it would be great for my mental health but I don't know...
I'm obviously going to go back I just need time I guess.
