The Magical House of Dumbledore (A Marauders Love Story)

Chapter Twenty Five.

I stayed out there for a long time, letting myself cry it out. Nobody really came across me since Sirius broke up with me, officially. It wasn't until Lily found me, and sat beside me.

"Are you alright?" she asked gently.

I wanted to say yes, but I shook my head instead. "I didn't think I'd cry this much," I whispered to her. "I can usually just get over things. But why not this?"

"If it makes you feel any better, Black hasn't left his room since, and the toe-rag isn't being a arse like he usually is," she told me. "Becuase of this, I shall presume that Black is as bad as you, if not, worse."

I sighed. "It doesn't," I told her. "It makes me feel worse, and if it was anybody else, I'd laugh. But I feel worse, Lily! I hate this so much."

She smiled down at me sympathetically. "I'm afraid you'd kill me if I gave you the other alternative," she stated.

"I'm afraid I already know it," I murmured. "And I really hate that fact too."

"I really hope we're on the same page."

"Love him?" I asked her.

"Yep," she replied, popping the 'p'.

"We're on the same page," I told her. "Well, as we were, it's the shittiest feeling, because he broke up with me, and yet, I love him still."

"As much as I sincerely hate to admit it," she said. "You and Black were good together."

"And if you admit that ever again, I'll kill you," I muttered, then sighed. "I better go back before Dumbledore makes me feel guilty for being late."

I stood up, and wandered back into the castle, leaving Lily behind. I was not in a sociable mood. Wait, I've had so many people threaten Sirius if he ever hurts me. I'm not actually going to wonder what will happen to him.

Nope.

Not at all.

OH GOD HE'S GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF ME!

HOLY COW!

OH GOD NO.

Wait, I'm not supposed to be thinking about this. Nope, and I won't, any more than that. What was I thinking about again?

I let out a yelp of pain when the door opened onto my foot. "That didn't even hurt," I muttered. I guess it was just reaction. "Hi sir," I said, before walking to my room, closing the door, and dying in my bedroom.

I didn't leave for most of the day the next day, it wasn't until my door was blasted off, and I was thrown over James's shoulder (don't ever ask me).

"How the hell did you break Sirius?" he asked seriously.

I glared at him defiantly, as he kept walking, while I was on him. As you can imagine, glaring at him didn't work so well. "Put me down," I told him.

"No, you're going to tell me. I'm concerned about him."

"And I'm not," I snapped at him, before pulling out my wand, and throwing him forwards, and my backwards. I landed on my feet, and he landed on his face. "James, I don't care," I lied, before turning on the spot, and walking away.

But I found myself hanging by my ankle, and holding the bottom of my robes up. He took my wand. "I don't really care what you think," he told me. "I want you to freaking apologize!"

With a glare, I thought of a spell that made me manipulate air, and I pushed the air at him, knocking him back, and I dropped myself, and landed on my back. I was actually crying now.

"I'm not apologizing to the git, James," I muttered, getting up, and wiping away my tears. I had my back towards him. "And please, just don't talk to me."

I walked away from him, I made it around the corner, before bursting into tears. How are the corridors so empty? I leaned against the wall, and fell down onto my butt. I started crying into my knees. I couldn't believe I was actually broken hearted.

I hated every moment of it. The only thing I wanted was to be left alone, and cry. Eat chocolate, and what-not.

It was truely sickening.

I heard him coming around, but I couldn't stop. I heard a sudden stop.

"Oh," he muttered. "Harley, are you--"

"If you finish that question, I will honestly throw you into a toilet, and not into any toilet, but Moaning Myrtle's," I hissed through my wallowing self-pity, then I sighed, and lifted my head a little, so I could look up at him. "But no, I'm not. Now stop making me feel like absolute shit, and go away."

"At least let me take you back, and stick your door back on," he said.

"Oh no way, Dumbledore may possibly ban me from talking to you," I said. Eventually, I stood, tears stopping, for now. "I'm going to go look as if my cat didn't just die. Oh, and James, I didn't send that message to your parents."

"Why would you say it then?" he asked.

I shrugged. "It's a good way to stop you guys from going on with idiocy for the time being," I told him. "But, if you had gone on, I would have sent it. Now, bye."

I walked away briskly, and into a bathroom. I started to clean up my face. Oh God, I was a mess, a puffy, red-faces mess.

At least when I exited the bathroom, my face wasn't red, and I didn't look like I had been crying whatsoever. I walked back up to my room, fixed the door, and was about to close it, then I heard Dumbledore say my name, so I turned back.

"Are you alright?" he asked when I had turned and looked at him.

I shook my head. "No," I said, looking down to the ground. "I'd like to be alone."

"I shall send chocolate, ice-cream, and whatever things I can provide for a broken heart," he said, and I smiled.

"Thank you, sir," I said, before he left the room, and I went back into my room. Soon, a House elf entered my room, with ice-cream, chocolate, books, and OH MY GOD GINGER ALE! "Why, thank you," I told the elf.

"It was all Katie's pleasure, miss!" it said, before disapparating.

I grabbed the chocolate, and started reading. They were tragic romances, and to be honest, I didn't see anything unamusing about these. They were hilarious.

I smiled lightly. Thanks, Professor. For caring.