The Potter Generation

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Wes

I couldn't tell you how I got into the Gryffindor common room. It was simply a matter of how angry I was and I can tell you I was furious. That meant that anything was possible. Even breaking into the Gryffindor common room.

The next impossible thing I did, was finding Will. It was a Friday night, not too late but late enough that the Gryffindors were starting their usual weekend festivities. That meant that the room was crowded with students of all ages being loud and rambunctious. I had never been in the Gryffindor common room and definitely didn't know where Will's dorm was but somehow I found him in a corner, surrounded with homework and books. He looked surprised to see me and was even more surprised when I didn't greet him with a smile. 

"Can we talk in private?" I asked over the noise. It was less of a question and more of a demand and Will knew it. He nodded, looking concerned and followed me out into the empty corridor. The Fat Lady watched with suspicious eyes and I walked farther down the hall. I heard her grunt in annoyance but I didn't particularly care. 

"Are you keeping things from me?" I asked as soon as we were a safe distance away. Maggie's words still echoed in my head and made me doubt myself even more. At first I had been sure she was wrong but standing in the dark hallway with Will right in front of me made me realize how little I actually knew about him. I was desperate to know that I was wrong.

"What? No, why would I keep things from you?" I would have believed it if things had been different. If  I didn't have a million new reasons to think otherwise. If I didn't hear the change in his voice. It was the voice he had used when he first started talking to me, as if he was in new territory and wasn't sure how things were going to turn out. I shook my head.

"You never tell me things. The most I know about you is your name and house, like that means anything. I don't even know where you live for God's sake! And I'm really hoping you have a good reason or even a shitty reason that makes sense. Please, just don't tell me that you a serial killer or something. " I said it all in a rush, my anger turning into something that I knew would verge on tears. I felt a twist in my stomach and a pound in my head and it seemed that the world was tilting.

"Wes." It was quiet. Said in a voice that was so unlike Will I thought I had lost him. He ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. When he finally met my eyes again, they were watery and broken. He was broken.

"If you really want to know, I'll tell you because believe it or not I do care about you. You deserve to know and it's your choice what to do once you know. But this whole thing...it's a burden. It's something I carry everyday and it's my life now, so I beg you not to tell anyone. Or at least don't tell anyone that will do something bad with it. I'm already broken enough."

"What is it?" I held my breath, not even knowing what to expect. Will rubbed his eyes wearily.