You Are In Love

Sign Of The Times

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really good

If we never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets?
The bullets

I walk away from the barrier and onto platform 9 3/4. Pushing my trolley in front of me, I pause to look around, trying to spot Hermione and the Weasleys. Sadly, Dumbledore wouldn't let me stay with them this summer, some bullshit about my stay with Dursleys being beneficial for my character, and that a little house work never killed anyone. Maybe so, however being starved surely has. Not to mention the fact that, Aunt Petunia broke something or other, putting her in bed all summer. I served her, Uncle Vernon put me back into the cupboard, some crap about Dudley needing my bedroom for wrestling training. That cupboard was to small for me when I was eleven, now as a 16 year old, it's impossibly tiny.

Because I was in the cupboard, all my Hogwarts stuff got put in a closet in my old room. I guess the tiny space had a negative impact on my ability to control my magic, with every accidental burst, Uncle Vernon made use of Dudley's cane. I wince at the memory of my summer. Stupid Dumbledore, if only he listened to me, then this wouldn't be a problem. I keep looking for Hermione or the Weasley's, groaning at the pain in my biceps. Suddenly a blonde figure jumps infront of me. I stop immediately, almost tipping my trolley over.

"Watch out Potter." Sneers Malfoy, even though he knows he jumped in front of me. "Whatever Malfoy," I say, not in the mood for petty arguments. Malfoy almost looks dissapointed that I've chosen not to retaliate, I snort, bloody git. "Why all the groaning Potter? Are you so unfit from the break that the trolley is causing you trouble?" I glare at him, my temper quickly rising. He has no idea what happened this summer, the hell I went through. With Sirius dead and everyone else out of contact because of Dumbledore, I've had no one to talk to. Along with no time to grieve. His death hits me fresh right then and there. I turn around, blinking furiously, I won't let Malfoy see me break.

"Harry!" Says Hermione, I look up and see her wrap her arms around me. "Hi Hermione," I reply, looking at Ron and hugging him as well. I supress a moan at the sharp pain coming from the bruises and cuts on my back. I go around, smiling and greeting the others, internally cringing at the way Ginny looks at me. How could I have not noticed how stupidly in love she was? We wave goodbye, and find an empty compartement on the train. "How have you been this summer?" Hermione asks me, looking at me with concern in her eyes. I know that she saw me earlier, walking away from the stupid, idiotic, moronic, stuck up, handsome git that is Malfoy.

"As good as I can be." I tell her, suppressing the urge to tell them everything. Did I just call Malfoy handsome? I shake my head surpressing the thought. "Too bad you had family stuff mate, it would've been nice to have you over this summer." Says Ron. Family stuff? Is that what Dumbledore told them. Instead of calling out his lie, I just sigh. "Yeah I wish I could've been over." I say. God damnit, at this point I don't care, I just say whatever other people expect me too. I don't care anymore. No one else does either. Hermione and Ron keep talking, but I excuse myself and go for a walk.

I'm walking along, the train in silence, because each compartement blocks out noise, and no one else is back here. I stand out on a little balcony at the very back. I do the only thing that helps me live. The one thing that kept me breathing this summer. I start to sing. I didn't think I had any musical talent, and I still don't know if I'm any good at it or not, but it gives hope. I'm in the middle of some song by a male muggle, when I hear a noise behind me. I stop singing and turn around right away. All I see is a bit so someone's robes. That means, that somebody definetely heard me. Great another thing for people to mock me about.