Dear Diary,
Harry has just come to stay with us at the Burrow. I'm worried about him. When he laughs, I know its fake. When he speaks, his voice is empty, unless he's reminded of Sirius, no, then his voice is so filled with angst, he chokes on his words, and stares wearily at anything but us. Two days into his stay, Mum took him into the kitchen. I know, i was listening. Fred and George really do love me, they sent me a full package of their inventions, behind the watchful eyes of Ron and Mum. So i was using the extendable ears. I had watched Ron and Hermione eye the kitchen door warily, before walking silently away. Then i moved in. I heard the rustle of moving, then....[/i]
"Harry, Im worried, worried that.."
"Mrs.Weasley, Im fine..."
Of course Harry would push her away, never admitting what was wrong, never appreciating her obvious attempts to help, never once considering that we all had noticed his change, and that we all could contribute to his healing.
"No, Harry. You aren't. We all know it, Harry. We all can help you, you know."Mum said firmly.
"No, you can't."Harry retorted almost defiantly.
Oh jeez, here we go, I thought.
"Harry, you're going to listen. You are going to hear me out on this." My mum said so firmly that Harry did not argue.
" Harry, i know that you are suffering, its in your eyes." My mum continued voicing what i had known all along. "And i understand. What i do not understand is why you do not seek help or comfort for it, when all of us here would not object, we are even willing to do so. if you don't want help from me, i understand, but to not get your feelings out at all, not only do i not understand this, i absolutely forbid it." My mum always knew how to get her point across. After all Fred and George are her sons...
"Mrs.Weasley, you don't understand.." Harry pleaded.
"Yes i.." my mum began.
"YOU DON'T!!" I heard Harry shout.
I did not have to be in there to know that this must have caused my mother great pain, to here him shout at her. This would not have bothered me, because at least Harry would have life in his eyes, even if the life was in anger and frustration.
"Mrs.Weasley, Im sorry...I.." Harry trailed off sounding truly upset.
"No, Harry, don't be. I really don't have any idea how you are feeling, but if you refuse to tell anyone, no one ever will." My mother finished, sounding slightly desperate.
"I'm gonna go upstairs...talk to Ron and Hermione..."Harry said.
This seemed to cheer my mother up.
"Alright, Harry."my mother replied, resolved."Remember what I said, please don't forget.." my mum shot in at one last try.
"I will. I promise." Harry told her, with the strength in his voice that always made me melt inside.
With that, they left the kitchen.
[Every once in a while I'll change the point of view, but the diary writing is always Ginny. Soon, the story will be in Harry's point of view for a while, then back to Ginny. I will not put it in anyones elses perspective but harry and ginny ,tho, because its their story.]
:'( good, keep going please
ok here goes, this part is gonna come off awkward maybe, but i have to put it anyway, if you havent finished with ootp DO NOT READ THIS!!
Harry walked upstairs with his head held up. He had to tell Ron and Hermione. He wasn't sure how, but he had to tell them. The reason he hadn't told them just yet, was because he knew it would hurt them, and they were not going to take it well. Harry knew that. But he had to tell someone. So he marched up stairs and into Ron's room. He found Ron and Hermione sitting on Ron's bed. At first Harry looked at them suspiciously, before sitting down as far away on the bed from them he could. He sighed heavily. Then he put his face in his hands. Hermione stood up abrubtly. "What is wrong with you lately?" she demanded. " I'm fi-" Harry began. "YOU ARE NOT FINE!" Hermione shouted making Ron and Harry jump.
"Hermione! I-" Harry said startled. " DON"T YOU HERMIONE ME! I'M NOT FINISHED SPEAKING!" she shouted at him. "Harry, something is up with you, you know something we don't, i know it, and I'm surprised. We're your friends! You can tell us anything! Ron and I haven't kept anything from you!" she sounded as though she wanted to say this for a while. " Oh Yeah?" Harry retorted, just to say something, but their reactions were not what he expected. Ron blushed deeply and looked down at the floor his ears more red then Harry had ever seen them. And Hermione sputtered. "What?" demanded Harry. "How long have you known?" Hermione asked sounding desperate. "Known what?" Harry demanded again. Hermione exhaled. "Well, we're not telling you until you tell us."Hermione said simply. "Fine." Harry answered. "But I don't know how to tell you, i really don't. So im just gonna say it. I heard what was in the prophecy." Harry said heavily. "Hermione looked shocked,Ron eager. "You did? Really harry? How? What was in it?"Ron asked hurriedly. "Ok,ok. Dumbledore knew(Should have known,said Ron). And he told me. But its not good news, i'll say that much. Ok, here goes. Professor Trelawney made the prophecy."he began, but stopped at a loud tutting from Hermione. "What?" Harry asked. "Well, how can you believe it? I mean, shes a right fraud, I don't-" Hermione began, but Harry cut her off. "Dumbledore says this was real. And i know it was." Harry said so firmly she did not continue. "Anyway, the prophecy said..." and he told them the exact words. Hermione looked to shocked to speak. Finally she fell on to the bed in tears. Harry looked to Ron, who looked confused. "What does all that mimble-wimble mean?" Ron asked forcefully. "It means," said Harry resolved, "that in the end, I'm the only one who can kill Voldemort, and he me. My life has to end in or include murder. Theres no other way." Ron loked horrified. None of them spoke for a long while. The house was silent except for Hermione's sobs and Ron's heavy breathing. Suddenly, Hermione flung herself around Harry and sobbed into his shoulder. He did nothing to resist. They sat this way for a while Harry watching Hermione sob warily, and Ron staring at the wall, yet not really seeig it at all...
Then Harry remembered something. "Hey, wait, what about your secret? You said you'd tell me." "Oh that," answered Hermione, gaining her composure again, "it's not important anymore." she said solemnly. This seemed to bring Ron back to himself. He looked hurt by it. "Hermione, yes it-" Ron started in, sounding pained. "Oh Ron, no it isn't." she cut him off completely. "No, wait, I want to know!" Harry said. "Fine, fine. But I don't know... well... I don't know where to begin..." Hermione trailed off. Ron took care of that. "Harry, I don't know how to say it either, so i won't, ill show you." He hesitated for a second. Then he turned toward Hermione. Leaning in, he kissed her. Once they broke apart Harry looked at them. "Oh, that. I already knew." Harry answered simply. Hermione and Ron both looked shocked. "How? How did you-" Ron started. "Ginny." Harry cut in. Ron looked horrified at the very thought. "GINNY?!?!" he asked.
ok, ill put more later , tell me if you like it!
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Kelly Ann
good, please continue
Great! BUMP! Why is Ron so shocked that I knew
Great! BUMP! Why is Ron so shocked that I knew