Healing Harry's Heart

Torn Apart

Harry POV

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"So Ginny, how's your summer been?" I asked, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not.. lower.

"Uh... fine." She replied "You?"

"Uh... fine."

We sank into a long and very awkward silence. I was about to open my mouth to make some more small talk, probably about the weather, when the door of the compartment slammed open and an angry looking Ron stormed in followed by a oddly confused Hermione.

"You will not believe what just happened!" Yelled Ron.

"What? Did you hear something?" panicked Ginny "Was it you-know-who? Is everyone alright?"

"It's okay Ginny." sighed Hermione "Ron’s just overreacting."

"Overreacting!" yelled Ron "I am not bloody overreacting! It’s you who is UNDERREACTING!"

"Oh calm down Ron, you sound like an idiot!" said Hermione, starting to get frustrated "It's just that they decided to re-sort this year at Hogwarts!"

Me and Ginny stared at Hermione. First so we could absorb the information that she just threw at us, and then to be flabbergasted that she considered this to be no big deal.

i had to take Ron’s side on this one.

"How can you think this is no big deal Hermione? We could get sorted into different houses! Then how would we see each other!" I demanded of her.

"How will you do our homework?" Ron added in unhelpfully, and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"I think that if we did get sorted into different houses, it would be a good learning experience for you two. You have to learn some responsibility! I can't nag you about getting your work done when you’re older, can I?"

"You could if you were my wife." Ron said, clearly not thinking his words through.

"I- what? What was that Ron? i thought I just heard you say-"

"What do you think about this Ginny?" I asked to the only member of the group who hasn't said anything yet.

"I don't know, I still haven't taken all this in." she thought for a second "I mean, we were all sorted into Gryffindor last time, how different can it be?"

I really don't want to find out.

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Harry's POV (again)

It turns out that they did not have one gigantic  marathon sorting session before dinner, as Ron was worried they might do. Instead they did all the first year sorting at the beginning of dinner, as per usual, but then they called 10 students at a time to go into a room off the entrance hall and get resorted. As more time progressed I got more and more nervous. Students came back from the resorting either looking ecstatic or absolutely mortified. Finally Hermione was called and as she got up she looked very close to losing whatever she had managed to choke down during dinner. 

"Good luck Hermione" I said to her and she gave me a half smile that looked more like a grimace than anything. It seemed like forever until she would return. After what seemed like an eternity the doors swung open and I craned my neck to see the look on Hermione's face.

Tears were streaming down it. She was searching for me too, and when she caught my eye she made one simple head shake. No, not Gryffindor.