I, Envy → Harry Potter | √

four ; Luna Lovegood

Just like Envy had promised, she told them everything she knew, everything she could remember once they reached their destination, which was the Room of Requirement. She had to tell each and every one who was there, what she knew.

"And lastly, that is Ginny." Harry said and pointed to a redheaded girl who stood with a group of other girls. Envy couldn't help but notice the small smile that tugged on Harry's lips.

"You like her." Envy stated and watched as Harry's eyes grow wide as he shook his head. Envy then laughed, for the first time since she woke up. It felt good to laugh, it felt good to feel the vibrations of her chest, it felt good to hear her own laughter.

"What gives you that idea?" Harry asked Envy as though they had known each other since the beginning of time, as though they were old friends reunited. Envy guessed it was because of the information she had to give them. But she wasn't sure.

"You're smiling." She merely said and shrugged her shoulders before patting him on the back. "I've been dead for ten years Harry, and alive for three days, six if you're counting the days I've been unconscious but I'm no fool. I know love when I see it."

Harry said nothing but sigh. He knew Envy was right, he liked Ginny but he liked Cho more at the moment. "Ginny has...beautiful skin. But I like Cho more."

"It sounds like you're not only trying to convince me Harry, but yourself as well." Envy sighed. "You can't lie to your heart Harry, trust me, it won't work."

"And why should I take your word for it? You know absolutely nothing about me or Ginny or Cho. You're just some ghost Dumbledore took pity on!"

And Hermione was right all along. Envy was still the Weeping Willow. The tears came before she could stop them. Through the blurry wall of tears, she saw Harry storm away and she herself decided to leave the room.

*

Envy was in her corner when she heard feet shuffle and she looked up. A girl with blonde hair and a bright smile was hovering above her and Envy shot up, colliding with the stranger and hearing the satisfying crunch of the strangers nose break. Her first instinct was to apologize, because Harry had slipped her name to her earlier on, but never showed her what this Luna looked like because she was late.

"I'm terribly sorry!" Envy cried out, rushing to catch her before she could hit the floor and before her scarlet blood could hit the royal blue carpet.

"I'm the one who should apologize." She mumbled behind her scarlet, dripping hand. Envy shook her head. Luna had nothing to apologize for. "I shouldn't have just stood there and watch you cry. I'm sorry."

Envy smiled at her. "Don't mind it. Let's get you to the hospital wing. Again, I'm terrible sorry for breaking your nose."

"Oh it's no problem, I think I'll manage." Luna said before another Ravenclaw student came in and stared at Envy. She raised her dark brow.

"I'm just thinking about how Harry is a nitpick you know?" His velvety voice said and he strode forward. His blonde curls sat perfectly atop his head, and even though Envy was a good few feet away from him, she could see the golden flecks decorating his caramel brown eyes and the freckles that decorated his chiseled face. "A lady shouldn't be treated with such rudeness, especially one so beautiful."

"And you are?" Envy asked, ignoring the statement he had said. He stopped before her and she could see every detail of his eyes. She could count every golden fleck scattered around his eyes.

"I'm Connor Crane." He breathed out and Envy could smell the blueberries on his breath.

"I haven't seen you before." Envy argued but it was true. She had never seen him, she would clearly remember such beauty. She would clearly remember those eyes. Those golden flecked eyes.

"You would've, if you hadn't made that corner your haven." Connor simply shrugged and turned around to take a seat on the couch. He looked at Envy and patted the empty space beside him. "I don't understand how you're alive. Just a mere few days ago, you were just a ghost."

Envy took a sharp breath in. Dumbledore warned her not to tell a soul about how she's alive, whether a living soul or a dead one, it didn't matter. No one could knew Dumbledore was still in possession of the stone, or that he used it on her.

"I promise I won't tell another if you tell me." Connor promised and Envy could hear the sincere tone in his voice. She looked over to him and slowly shook her head. It didn't make sense. How could such a handsome boy talk to Envy? "I solemnly swear I won't tell a soul, whether dead or alive."

Envy took a deep breath in. "I was in my corner, as usual, crying about the fact that I'm dead." She shrugged, she didn't see the point of starting at the very beginning but she did anyway. "It started out as a small whisper but then it grew louder and then there I was. Face to face with Dumbledore."