'George, who's Harry with? His dorm I mean,' I said ' I hope he's OK'
'Harry just so happens to be with George's brother' Fred replies
'Um.. Ron is your brother too?'
'Oh yeah!'
I know I don't talk to him, but I still care for Harry, my dad was best friends with his dad, before the awful events that lost us both our parents, and I wish that we could have something like that.
As I look around, I remember I need to negotiate my way out of a detention
'Hey come on! Let's go see Hagrid..' I say to Angelina
At the EXACT same time, Harry shouts:
'Ron, let's go see Hagrid!'
My head shoots up, as I look at him, in surprise, and a little too happily I think, because he just blank stares me, before he makes his way out with Ron.
I did not go to Hagrid that night, instead I went back to my own common room..to perhaps make friends with my own cousin;That's likely.
I spend the rest of my night wondering if I was that small 2 years ago? You never realise how much you grow until you do so.
And then you look at old pictures, and you laugh at yourself, I on the other hand, cry, scream, or do anything but laugh, because the last pictures of me with a genuine smile are from the last time I saw both my parents, before I could even speak, or think, or Ki-
My thoughts are interrupted by a small blonde boy,
Draco.
'Snape told me to give this to you,' He says 'Looks like you've got a detention' He nods,
'Thanks Draco.' I say ripping open the envelope as he turns to leave.
He spins back around, 'How do you know my name?' He looks scared, confused, and a little bit disgusted
'I know everyone' I reply quickly, which is true... 'My names Angie' I outstretch my hand
Ignoring my hand, he simply replies 'Ok' before leaving.
Another person who doesn't remember me.
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