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The unpleasant truth - Part 3
Harry was sitting with bent knees on the bed. He was ignored for hours all around them and not even Hermione left the room as she tried to move the wardrobe at her door to the side. He had also eaten anything yet and it did not interest him in the least what it was Dumbledore.
He was busy trying to understand what Dumbledore had brought on the morning express. At first he had thought it would be difficult for him, but now the facts were in glowing letters in his mind's eye.
It was a girl.
No one knew why.
And if he would ever be a boy, was questionable.
Harry had expected in view of these findings with despair and anger, but obviously he had that stage already behind. He was completely shocked when he realized that the prevailing feeling at the moment Fear was and the reasons were clear to him immediately: he had no idea how he terrified the life of a girl, and later possibly as a woman should bring to the series and the thought of him without end .
fear was something with which to deal at all Harry could not. He could not claim that he knew no fear, but there was hardly a feeling that he hated more.
"Damn, damn and damn again ..." With one bound he was off the bed and threw the next best thing he between the finger was across the room. It was the candlestick from the desk and not the last thing flew across the room. Once under way Harry had to lay his room no problem really.
There it was, the anger. This deal he could. He cursed and raged until he was out of breath, but unfortunately he also felt then, not even a little bit better.
Resigned Harry fell to the ground, his knees pulled to his chest, she clasped her arms and bowed his head on it. Once again he felt like crying, but tears did not come. Also had obvious behind.
"Harry, are you okay?" Mione voice was soft and gentle.
"Leave me alone," Harry snapped back only. He could well imagine how they crouched in the doorway behind the cabinet.
"Harry, talk to me, please. What happened? "Harry they deign to answer. He knew she meant it only good, but she could not at the moment does not help at the moment.
"Mione, leave me alone, okay ..."
"Harry ..."
"No ... not now, not this time ... Silentium ..." Harry turned his head to the side and stared into space.
It took a while until he realized that he was staring directly into the small mirror, which he had shot with his rampage of the wall. Apparently he was unbreakable, for he was still whole.
he stared hopelessly into green Eyes, which were foreign to him, up from excitement flushed cheeks that were much too well-rounded and a kiss mouth that should be banned.
/ That you are ... / Harry knew what that idea. He looked into the face of a girl and knew that he had to accept, who was this girl if it suited him or not. He had lost in the moment all hope of ever again be a boy.
It was depressing and scary. Harry closed his eyes to it does not need to see more, but the image had been burned into his mind.
/ I can not let things get like this ... I must not. I can never get me down ... Holy shit ... / Harry's hand sought again later after a missile flew a teacup and a moment in the direction of the mirror. He met with pinpoint accuracy, but the mirror was actually unbreakable, for he took no damage.
pouting Harry stared at his strange green eyes, de knitted brows and lips now a thin line, and suddenly he realized that he was really himself.
The in the mirror was Harry Potter, Harry Potter, who had allowed himself to subdue, not even the dark lord. While there is still defiant boldness was in his eyes and a determined train on his lips.
And suddenly he could feel the heat in its interior, which had hitherto always been a sign of threatening outbursts, but this time she really seemed to give strength and courage to . make Despite the girl in the green eyes in the mirror was a little intense.
"Of this I will not let it get me, no matter what comes out, "he growled at his reflection before he got up and threw a view of the chaos he had fabricated.
why he was able to take care of itself later. For now, he needed to eat something once and it was time for dinner, his timing could not have been better.
Harry took a quick shower, put on something fresh and made their way into the great hall.
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had three days later, no one even just the slightest doubt that Harry Potter was still Harry Potter. Harry's determination to defy his fate and not to be defeated by the fact, had indicated to proceed with a noticeable change in him that nobody could ignore, and the Slytherins had ceased to mock him after giving them several times absolutely was entered against unimpressed.
Draco Malfoy kept apart. Harry refused at the moment to think about the blond.
He knew that his position for the moment had to accept. To the idea of "hope" he is still a wide berth, but he had initially stopped to declare this transformation as final. Hermione had him talked out of successful and plunged immediately into work.
had on both their situation changed, despite Harry's stubborn behavior on this Sunday nothing. She had not spoken to him afterwards, when he showed up for dinner and had sat silently next to her.
Mione was the friend of Harry's side and no matter whether his relationship with the Boys his age group returned to normal, Harry knew he would stay for Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron a girl, even when he was called Harry Potter. The same was true for the rest of the school, but he had decided to ignore that as well.
did the thing with Hermione slowly but surely substantial. Harry had noticed earlier that he was clearly better in the classroom, but slowly but surely he found it really easy. He had learned from its work efficiently Mione to approach without it as exaggeration.
It had a side effect that Harry finally had the perfect opportunity to refer Draco Malfoy effortlessly into the barriers. That the whole thing happened in Potions, the story was the same even better.
I know there is not much. Sweat of the squirrel ... and Harry is a little stubborn
the moment. Hope to see tomorrow.
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