A Bitter Silence (Version two of 'Silence is Music?')

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As I walked back to the dungeon, I felt a lump in my pocket, and I pulled out the parcel that Molly gave me.

I sat down on a step and opened the lumpy package.

Inside there was a Weasley sweater, surprise surprise, but as I put it on, I realised how awesome it was.

It was a green and silver jumper with a thumb hole in each arm, there was also a hole over my elf tree tattoo and it fitted me perfectly.

I was about to stand up when a piece of paper fell out of the wrappings, it was a photo, a photo of all the Weasleys, and me.

It was just after Percy's birthday party, and we were out by the lake, Fred had climbed a tree after a challenge from Ginny, who had gone up after him, but it wasn't a very strong tree, and when Fred reached the top, it's branch bent and Fred fell into the water, catching Ginny with him just before he fell.

They both got soaked, and as Molly and I bent over to help, they dragged us in, laughing, I motioned George over as if to speak with him, but pulled it in, Arthur jumped in after a second, and even Percy joined the fun once we splashed his least favourite lime green holiday shirt.

It was a great memory, and it tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, but it didn't work.

After a while of just sitting there crying, I heard footsteps coming, I ignored them, expecting them to go past, but they didn't.

I reached out my mind to see who it was, and I was suddenly inside Harry Potter's head.

His thoughts swirled around, but I didn't bother to read them.

Instead, I spoke in his head.

"This is you're fault Potter," I said in his head.

"What! How did you know I was here?" He said aloud.

"I'm not dumb, Potter, I know when someone's here or not."

"But I'm invisible,"

This came as a shock, and I looked at his thoughts, indeed, there he was at Christmas, with an invisibility cloak.

"I know you are,"

"Why are you crying?"

"Because of you."

"How is it my fault?"

"You know, you have ruined my life, Potter."

"Pfft, no I haven't, you're a filthy Slytherin, like I made it that way." He said the last bit sarcastic.

"Explain why my family won't talk to me then, explain why Ron, my life-long brother, just insulted me and my parents when he has been nice to me his whole life? Not just because I'm in Slytherin, that's for sure."

"B but, I didn't....."

As if by example, Ronald walked past me, stopping to kick me in the shin, and saying a few choice words, ones which I wouldn't repeat.

"Explain why my mother likes you more than me,"

"I... I"

"Nice Weasley sweater, Potter, mine was given as an after thought, and I hope you liked you're fudge, because I didn't get any,"

I felt him feel in his pocket, no doubt with a sticky mess of homemade fudge.

"It wasn't-"

Percy walked past, stopping to say, "Excuse me, Miss Chord, but no lingering in the corridors, please move."

"That was my brother, Potter, my brother."

I turned to face where his head would be, if I could see it.

"But, how-"

"Save the insults, Potter, go swap some with my ex brother."

I got up and walked off.

I wiped a tear off my cheek, and went to sit in a beanbag in our common room,

Daphne sat next to me, peering at my face in concern, "you alright, hon?" She asked, I nodded, and she shook her head, "no, you're not, I think you need cheering up! Now, there's this awesome muggle thing called a TV...."

And that's how we ended up watching a ton of muggle movies.

About halfway through the second one (mean girls) the boys walked in and sat on the sofa, entranced.

We were introduced to the wanders of Disney, Star Wars, cartoons and horror films.

It was aw inspiring, beautiful.

And that was when Draco Lucius Malfoy decided to make a movie.