When: Jan 27, 1998
Who: Harry, Natalie
Where: Gryffindor Common Room
Summary: Natalie talks to Harry while he's brooding and it gets...standoffish
Watch For: ...brooding
Harry sat in the common room, staring broodily into the fire. He was supposed to be working on a past due History of Magic paper, but seeing as how Hermione wasn't there to harass him, he stared into the fire. He wasn't sure if things were better or worse for having known what Hermione had gone through...
Natalie flopped down into the chair next to him. "Why so glum?" she asked, resting her elbows on the arm of her chair and leaning forward.
Harry started, having not noticed Natalie until she was sitting next to him. "I'm not glum," he responded quietly (and basically, glumly) "just thinking."
"Oh." She paused. "Thinking about what?"
"Things." Harry said, once again being oh-so-descriptive. "Heavy things."
"Oh." She bit her lip. "Do you want to tell me about them?" she asked cautiously.
"No," he responded curtly and then sighed. "I'm sorry Nat, I'm just not in a very...conversational mood."
She nodded. "I know how that feels." She gazed into the fire for a few minutes.
Harry glanced at the younger girl, a little surprised to see she had the same exact broody look on her face that he was feeling. "Okay, what's going on?" he asked, tiredly.
She glanced up. "The usual," she said, wistfully.
"Revenge plots, I imagine?" Harry said, not sure how he could tell her that it was wrong to want to kill people...considering his current mood.
"Yeah, I guess. I just.. can't wait until it all goes down."
"You don't know what you're saying." he said sharply.
She drew back. "I'm sorry. I meant, I just want to get it over with."
Harry snorted and rested his head in his palm. "Yeah, I guess..." He personally was not looking forwards to it...at all.
She bit her lip. "OK. I don't pretend to know how you feel, but I can understand it must be tough. How're things with Hermione?"
"Lovely." Harry said dryly. Considering she got shagged by the person I hate possibly as much as Voldemort, and is sharing a room with Draco, and let's face it he could be getting more action then I ever will. Or they could just be laughing about how I'm going to die a virgin.
"I sense sarcasm," said Natalie.
"You're a sharp one," Harry retorted, and then blushed. "Sorry Nat, I'm ...not myself..."
"It's OK," she said, slowly. "I know the feeling."
Harry looked at the fire in silence for a few seconds and then turned to Nat again. "Anything else? Besides, the fact that you don't like waiting."
She glared at him for a second. "I didn't mean that, OK?"
"What did you mean?" he asked, not unkindly.
She slumped back in her chair. "I don't know."
After a few moments, Nat sighed. "What happens if we lose?" she asked.
"We can't." Harry said quietly.
"But -what- if we do? What'll happen to people like me? And Hermione?"
"Just don't think about that, okay?" he said sharply, his eyes troubled and dark.
She nodded. "I won't. I was just wondering."
Harry nodded and continued to look into the fire.
Natalie closed her eyes. "Moments like this. I wish it would stay like this sometimes."
Harry shrugged. "That's not life."
"You're right, it's a foolish thing to think."
"Nat do you want something?" Harry finally asked.
She shook her head. "What do you mean?"
"Well, did you come to talk to me for a reason?"
"Not really. You just look like you need someone to talk to." She moved to stand up.
Harry smiled slightly. "Wish I could talk about things," he said apologetically.
She nodded. "Someday you'll be able to," she assured him, and swept out of the common room.
Harry blinked, rubbed his eyes tiredly and then went back to looking at the fire. WELL, that went really well.
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