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Chapter 3: Empty

(Anna Pov)

After Anna broke up with Daniel, she felt like there was a hole in her that she needed to fill. It was a hole that couldn't be filled by her books, or writing, or music. What she didn't realize, not yet anyway, was that that hole could be filled by Alex. Best friends were supposed to help with heartbreak, comfort each other, be there for each other, and all that stuff. And what had she done? She had up and left. She still felt really bad about it.

So, she did what she should have done ages ago. She cried. Anna curled up in her bed, pulled a blanket around her, and let herself cry. She cried because she was hurt and because she wanted to be with Alex again. She let herself think about Alex. She remembered what he looked like; how could she forget? Inky black hair, doe brown eyes, glasses, and the most charming smile... She pulled her blanket around her tighter and let out a quiet sob. Her tears stopped for a moment as she took a shaky breath. A thought popped into her mind at that moment, "Anna, I love you." She looked around her room; she had thought she was alone. She was alone.

Another tear slid down her freckled cheek. That thought had sounded like his voice. She was so sure it had been his thought. She shook her head, no, that was impossible. She couldn't think what he was thinking, right? Maybe she was going insane. She was quiet and let her mind wander to this upcoming weekend. Oh, right. The shadow of a smile creeped onto her face, chasing the tears away. Good old J.K. Rowling... Her favorite author had written another installment in the Harry Potter series. Well, really, it was a play about the next generation she had written. But no matter. Harry Potter was about to play a much larger role in her life than it already was. And this weekend, she had to convinced her parents to let her go (alone!) to the midnight release of the book at the local library. She would go all out for this. Hufflepuff robes, a wand, and she would let her thick curly hair do its own thing, "channeling her inner Hermione" she called it.

~Saturday Night~

Her parents had told her to sleep so she would have enough energy to make it through the night. She only laughed at this. She didn't need to sleep for this. Finally, finally it was time to go. She left a note, as she promised she would, as ran out of the house, her Hufflepuff robes billowing in the wind. She made it to the library in record time and squeezed her way through the crowds of people towards the center of the room. The librarians had stacked boxes of what she could only assume were the oh-so-desirable books in the center of the room. The smile on her face was irreplaceable as she looked around at the cloaked students, almost all of them with a wand. She could easily identify the people who dressed up as Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She stifled a laugh when her gaze fell upon a girl with perfectly curled hair who was obviously trying to be the brightest witch of her age; Hermione's hair didn't curl perfectly, nor was it blonde.