Aftermath • Drarry

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The way I feel inside is worse than poison - Blink-182; Last Train Home

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'Are you nervous?' I asked Harry, a pointless question since we both knew he was indeed very nervous. His green eyes had lost their sparkle today, something that made him look very sad and scared. 'I am sorry,' I apologized, 'of course you are nervous.'

Since I never had a real friend to discuss this kind of things with, I had no idea what to say or what to do. Showing people compassion was not one of those things that came natural to me, not at all. But this was about Harry, about him and Ginny, not me. Not the leak of experience I had with things like that, but the leak of experience he had with breaking the heart of the girl he loved.

'I just,' he started, looking at his hands, something he did very often when he felt nervous. 'I really do not want to hurt her.'

I nodded understandingly. Ginny Weasley did not deserve to be hurt, not by Harry and not by any other men. Although I wanted to keep her safe for that hurt I knew that this was part of life. No one survives life without one or two heartbreaks, that just does not happen.

'You are going to hurt her,' I spoke and guilt rose up immediately. 'Sorry, I did not mean it that way. It is just that she will be hurt for a few days, or weeks,' I spoke quickly, not making the situation any better. 'But if you do not do it you will keep lying to yourself and the both of you will experience even more pain. I am sure you do not want that.'

I could not help but think about my parents. Their relationship had changed so much over the years, firstly they had loved each other unconditionally, but then their love disappeared and changed into an abusive relationship. Something like that was way worse then a breakup. You can get over breakups, but getting over someone abusing you for that long is harder. Not impossible, but harder.

Even though the raven-haired boy did not seem to be the type of guy that would hit his girlfriend, it was still better to end things, especially if that loving feeling had disappeared.

'I know,' the boy spoke, looking up. 'I just hate it.'

To be honest, I could not blame the poor boy. He did love her, just not like that anymore (at least that is what he told me), but that did not mean that he did not longer care about her wellbeing.

The door swung open, revealing Cecilia who had a kind smile lying on her lips. 'Would you please follow me boys? There are some people who want to see you.'

We both stoop up from our chairs, silently walking behind the women. I knew that it was wrong of me to do, but a part of me told me to show some sort of support to the raven-haired boy. My hand found his and connected them together and as I softly squeezed I saw a small smile appear on his full lips.

'Well, good luck guys. You can sit on the table with your name on it and I will assure you that your friends and family will be here soon,' she gave us the instructions that we followed. The "family room" consisted out of a big room with soft blue walls, a few tables, a sofa, a little kitchen and a small playground for younger children. I soon found my table and took a seat nervously. Harry took place on a table just a few metres away from me. Lydia sat at the table closed to the children corner, Honey sat on the table next to her. Zion was not allowed to be here just yet, so he was not present. Strangely enough Lucia was not there.

One of he doors was being opened and the first family members entered the room. A younger looking women with a small child walked towards Lydia and an older couple took a seat next to Honey. I was a little to distracted to notice that my beloved mother had entered the room as well. She was wearing a long black dress and her hair in a bun. She looked the exact same way as the last time I saw her; no bruises, no scars.