All but one more

I'm Sorry

When I got released from the hospital room, the whole school avoided me. Including Fred. Whenever I entered my dorm room, everyone sat, silently watching me walk across the room to my bed. We all fell asleep silently, and there was the occasional whisper.

I usually fell asleep crying.

Only George talked to me. We walked along the hall, people looking our way-my way, and whispering. I hung my head and stared at the floor, hoping I was invisible. It never worked.

One day, Fred stole away George to tell him something. I walked the halls alone. I never seen him again that day. I was as lonely as ever.

Soon enough, people started calling at me.

"Murderer!"

"Idiot!"

Those were only some examples. It was terrible.

Then people started punching and kicking. I was in the hospital wing at least once every day, sometimes twice. I got hexed, charmed, and embarrassed. I was wishing I was at my other school, where I was at least almost ignored. I was lonely, beat up, and broken on the inside.

But then the teachers noticed and it all stopped. Then I was plain ignored. I was happier than I think I've ever been. School skimmed past. September passed like a breeze, and now It's a few days from Halloween.

The whole school was enchanted with magic, Halloween style. It was cool. I loved it all on my own. I wished it lasted all year. But then we'd get bored of it, so I decided against it. The meals at the great hall were even better. Everything was spiced with pumpkin this, pumpkin that. I liked it.

I love potions. Professor Snape is a good teacher. I appreciate him, he appreciates me. I was a star in the class. It was my favourite. I think Snape pity's me. I wonder if he went through the same thing.

My family stands by at a distance. Bill was the bravest. One day he took me out to the Dark Forest, where we talked. It was quite nice. We seen what Bill called a hippogriff. It was like it was half bird half horse. He told me how to greet it. I loved it immediately. I named him Sandstorm for his strength and his dusty tan coat.

When we returned to the school I was greeted by none other than George. I haven't talked to an actual person since a month ago, not including class.

"I want to say sorry," I break down into tears, "I didn't mean to do what I did. I didn't even know what I was doing. I'm sorry!"

"You'll be okay. He wants to talk to you to." George reassures me.

He led me down the corridors to a not used classroom. Fred sat in the room, facing the window opposite of us.

He sat up when we walked into the room. He mumbled something I couldn't hear or understand.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

He stands up, his tear stained face meets mine, and he looks away.

"I've been such a terrible brother." He whispers, looking away.

I walk over and hug him, whispering, "Its okay. You're fine."

"But you'll never forgive me."

"I forgive you. I will forgive you for the rest of our lives, when we are old and our hair is white."

"Never speak of this again?" Gorge asks.

"Agreed." Fred and I answered in unison. We smile.

We walked out of the empty classroom, and never talked about it again.