❝SHE BURNED BRIGHTER THAN YOUR FUTURE ❞
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Liana Holly's life was a mystery, a puzzle and in some aspects, a down right disaster. With the disappearance of her parents when she was barely seven years old to the discovery that her family was not as sh...
[AN- sorry I've been away for so long- enjoy this unedited chapter anyway]
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THE following morning was, thankfully, a Saturday. Harry James Potter was lying on the sofa in the common room still, having been awake practically all night, watching Liana sleep on his chest for the most part. It hadn't escaped his notice how terribly she was sleeping.
She would jolt awake every few minutes and glance around her, sitting up, an obvious sweaty sheen to her slim face and gasping for breath as if she had just been running a marathon. After a while she just buried her head in her hands and slowly climbed to her feet. She glanced at Harry, who quickly pretended to be asleep, his glasses slipping slowly down his nose. She just sighed, a pressed a tiny kiss to his nose.
"I'm sorry Harry, I know you're awake. I don't know if I can do this," she whispered in his ear gently, the regret lacing her words.
Harry's eyes snapped open like he had been electrocuted, and he just looked at her, his mouth opening like he wanted to say something but couldn't quite manage it. Liana's face was practically blank as she turned away and climbed the stairs to her dormitory.
But as she walked her heart was racing and her mind spinning. She was out of her depth when it came to Harry, and she was tired of treading water. She felt his eyes on her back as she rushed away but she screwed her eyes shut, trying to clear her clouded thoughts as she left Harry alone on the sofa, in disbelief.
Of course, Harry wished he didn't know what she meant. But he hadn't been oblivious to the signs of her hesitation with him. He had spotted her cringing when she was told he was her girlfriend, he had noticed how she would hold her hand just out of his reach and he knew she had started keeping secrets from him.
In fact, now he thought about it, she hadn't opened up to him at all since the day he arrived at Grimmauld place.
And that was how Harry ended up where he was now. Curled up on the sofa, his hair sticking up on end in the early hours of the morning, with Ron and Hermione crowded round him, trying to pry some information out of him.
"I told you, I don't want to talk about it," Harry snapped as he ran a hand through his already messy hair. Ron groaned loudly.
"Come on mate, we're your best friends!" He protested with puppy dog eyes, making Hermione whack the back of his head with her potions textbook.
"But seriously Harry, what happened?" Addressed Hermione sternly. Harry sighed and sat up, looking rather hopeless.
"You tell me- one minute we were lying together and the next she just says 'I'm sorry, I can't do this'. You're a girl Hermione, what does that translate to?" Harry asked, glancing over at her, the worry evident on his face. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek, trying to think of a nice way to break the news.
