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We went into the Three Broomsticks for a quick drink, and then we set off through the village. We stopped in front of what used to be Zonko's.
"They've finally got a location here. Both of them should be in here. If not, Fred'll be with Angelina no doubt."
"Where would George be?" I asked, looking slightly confused.
Hermione turned to look at me and didn't say anything. I followed her into the shop, frowning slightly.
"Hermione! Ron ain't here! He's-" The red-head paused in mid-sentence. "Well, well. Look what we've got here. How are you?"
I looked up at him. "Fred or George?"
"George. Fred is-"
"Off with Angelina. Got it. I'm fine. It's nice to see you again since you're nice little take off from school."
"Thanks. Want anything? On me. Just because I'm in a good mood today." He wandered behind the counter, plopping down on a chair.
I shook my head and turned to Hermione. "Was this what you wanted to show me?"
"Nope. But I'm not going with you to what I wanted to show you. I'm pretty sure you can remember where the Shrieking Shack is." Hermione turned her back on me and left the shop leaving me and George alone.
I sighed and looked up at George. Suddenly, the song started playing.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house that don't bother me. I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out. I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though going on with you gone still upsets me. There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay but that's not what gets me.
I stared hard at George. He shrugged and watched me. I spun around and walked over to the front door.
Its hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go but I'm doing it. Its hard to force that smile when I see your old friends and I'm alone. Still harder getting up getting dressed living with this regret but I know if I could do it over I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken
I wandered towards the Shrieking Shack, the words of the song tearing at my heart. I rounded the corner to see a dark-haired boy sitting on the fence surrounding the Shrieking Shack.
I stood, staring blankly at the back of his head, then I turned suddenly, disapparating from my spot.
Sarah!! You've stolen my name!! *gasp* New post here.. Hope you like it.. Bwahahaha...  See if you can guess the dark haired boy..  *pokes her stalker* |