((Just because I NEEDED to write the conversation))
Harry led me away from everyone else. I was relieved to see him alive. The sight of his limp body in Hagrid's arms would haunt my nightmares for months to come. (family trait, it seems)
"There's something i have to tell you", he sinabi in his rumbling accent, his bright green eyes expressionless.
"Please tell me this is an explanation of why I had to spend the past ten months holed up in the Hog's Head," i sinabi irritably. I had a pretty short fuse. Not quite as short as Harry's, though. His was sinabi to be the shortest in all of Hogwarts. The slightest thing could set him off.
We both crossed our arms at the same time, my brown eyes gazing into his green ones.
"Yes, it is, actually. Ron, Hermione, and I were hunting Horcruxes."
"Hor-whats?"
He sighed. "Horcruxes. Little bits of Voldemort's soul. We had to hunt them down. Well, technically just me, the other two were just along for the ride."
"So why wasn't I invited?"
"Because you're my cousin."
"So is Dudley."
"They went into hiding too. Look, Jo. I didn't have a choice. Nowhere else was safe. You saw the Prophet. They'd have been on you in an instant, either to kill you or find out where i was."
"You know, we're not exactly alike.'
"I know."
i looked up at his scar, a red jagged line bisecting his otherwise perfect forehead. My temper rose, not at Harry, or the scar, but at the man, no, monster, that gave it to him, the monster that took away his parents. Harry had never deserved any of this. He should have grown up with Aunt Lily and Uncle James. We should have met before this. In short, Voldemort should never have existed. I started to turn away. "Jo, wait."
"What now?"
"Would it help if I apologized?"
"Probably."
"Then I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."
"I smirked. "Just as long as you don't lock me in a bathroom with a troll, we'll be fine." I pulled him into a hug. he stiffened slightly (injuries, probably), but then relaxed, wrapping his own arms around me.
Harry led me away from everyone else. I was relieved to see him alive. The sight of his limp body in Hagrid's arms would haunt my nightmares for months to come. (family trait, it seems)
"There's something i have to tell you", he sinabi in his rumbling accent, his bright green eyes expressionless.
"Please tell me this is an explanation of why I had to spend the past ten months holed up in the Hog's Head," i sinabi irritably. I had a pretty short fuse. Not quite as short as Harry's, though. His was sinabi to be the shortest in all of Hogwarts. The slightest thing could set him off.
We both crossed our arms at the same time, my brown eyes gazing into his green ones.
"Yes, it is, actually. Ron, Hermione, and I were hunting Horcruxes."
"Hor-whats?"
He sighed. "Horcruxes. Little bits of Voldemort's soul. We had to hunt them down. Well, technically just me, the other two were just along for the ride."
"So why wasn't I invited?"
"Because you're my cousin."
"So is Dudley."
"They went into hiding too. Look, Jo. I didn't have a choice. Nowhere else was safe. You saw the Prophet. They'd have been on you in an instant, either to kill you or find out where i was."
"You know, we're not exactly alike.'
"I know."
i looked up at his scar, a red jagged line bisecting his otherwise perfect forehead. My temper rose, not at Harry, or the scar, but at the man, no, monster, that gave it to him, the monster that took away his parents. Harry had never deserved any of this. He should have grown up with Aunt Lily and Uncle James. We should have met before this. In short, Voldemort should never have existed. I started to turn away. "Jo, wait."
"What now?"
"Would it help if I apologized?"
"Probably."
"Then I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."
"I smirked. "Just as long as you don't lock me in a bathroom with a troll, we'll be fine." I pulled him into a hug. he stiffened slightly (injuries, probably), but then relaxed, wrapping his own arms around me.
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the araw we are discarded and replaced with new editions or perhaps the susunod technology once pagbaba becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions or hear our voices saying things we never sinabi until the students are lulled to sleep sa pamamagitan ng the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the araw we are discarded and replaced with new editions or perhaps the susunod technology once pagbaba becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions or hear our voices saying things we never sinabi until the students are lulled to sleep sa pamamagitan ng the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
