This is my first FF hope you like it ^.^
Chapter One Introduction... They say that everything comes with a price, to balance the good and the bad. It might not seem unfair to many, but it is the circle of life, and nothing can be done. Why? Because it has served its purpose. That’s what Hermione had told Harry the day that he died; the day the Lord Voldemort had been defeated, and the day that everything changed. I slowly opened my eyes. I blinked a couple of times to focus my sight, the light in the room was low so it didn‘t hurt at all. Silence filled the room. I looked at Ron and Hermione to see how they where doing. Hermione had cried herself to sleep. I looked at her, her face seemed so pale. She had lost the closes thing she had to a brother. A tear rolled down her pale cheek, while Ron was holding her. It seemed or appeared as if he was trying to protect her. I looked up to see Ron‘s face. He was gently stroking Hermione’s hair, his faced showed no emotion. I wondered if he was depressed or angry or maybe even both. I wanted to ask him about how he was feeling and if there was anything I could do, but I dared not ask. He seemed to be staring at something so instead of saying anything I looked to where his gaze was lost. His gaze led me to the window. I could see my reflection as well as the weather outside. Since the death of Harry there had been nothing but rain. It was as if the sky was mourning too. The sky was filled with gray clouds, while the wind was strong. The only noise I could hear was the rain falling and the wind. I closed my eyes and began to remember how I became close with the trio.
Chapter Two: A flashback of tears and pain
I had only known Harry, Ron and Hermione for a while. Never the less I knew much about them. I mean who didn’t? They were the famous Hogwarts trio. Harry the boy who lived, Ron the handsomest yet, dumb boy while Hermione was the smartest girl in our age. It was a cold day, like any day of December. I was in the common room playing with my tarots cards. The ones that aunt had given me for Christmas. I continued to get the hanged man and kept remembering Cedric Diggory. How I missed him. He was the only friend I had besides Neville. Neville was always so unsure of him and would pull himself away from me. He created a wall as and distance. Anyways I was frustrated, I continued to get the hanged man and the magician, as well as Judgment. I was truly getting frustrated. I threw the cards out of the table; just then Neville came in. He must have seen how frustrated I was because he walked over to me and kneeled down and began to help me pick up the cards from the ground.
“Sorry about that Nev, but I can pick them up myself,” I told him. He just looked at me and then continued to help me pick up the cards. When we where done he smiled at me. I didn’t know whether to trust him or not. He always did that to me. Once minute he would be the sweet Neville I knew and then one minute later he would begin to create some distance, a wall. It hurt and I didn’t know why. I didn’t even know if he was doing it on purpose or like me was he trying not to get hurt? Did he know I care for him deeply? Did he know he had me eating at the palm of his hand? I sighed and looked at him. “Thanks, but I didn’t need any help Nev.” I stood up and went back to the chair.
He kept staring at me as if trying to figure me out, how I knew that, well let’s just say that is the look that I gave him when I was trying to figure him out. He sat beside me and continued to look at me. I began to feel warm. I knew my cheeks must have been turning pink, they always did around him.
“Tell me, what do you think of Hermione? Ron? Harry? Me?” he asked me. I looked surprise. I wondered what he wanted to know.
“I don’t know...” I told him. He looked away from me and out the window.
“Can you compare us to your tarot cards?” I looked down at my cards and I thought for a while. Hermione was the smartest girl in the world and she was also the one who people went for advice. I knew this because I had gone for advise myself countless of times.
“Hermione would be the high priestess,” I said and continued to think even more. I looked at Ron. He was handsome and lately he had been in some love triangle. He was always in love with the wrong person first Fleur, then Lavender. “Ron would be the lover,” Now Harry I really had to think about him because he could be one out of two. Is it the chariot or the magician? He didn’t truly seem like the chariot. He had some qualities missing in him, or in my opinion he did. “Harry would be the magician.” I took in a deep breath. What did I think about Neville as a tarot card? I truly didn’t understand why Neville had asked and I seriously didn’t know. I looked at him. “Hermit would be for you.” I said without thinking. When I told him that, he didn’t look surprised. I felt awful I truly did. I didn’t know what to think about him as a tarot card. “But then again I’m always wrong.”
I began to put my tarot cards away. Just then Lavender and Parvarti came in. They both looked at me furiously as if I had done something bad to both of them. I stared back at them coldly and they walked away. Neville noticed because he stood up and walked over to the couch.
“What was that about?” I didn’t even bother to ask what was about what. Neville was very observant. That was one of the qualities I loved about him. I shrugged.
“Something having to do with Ron, they saw me talking to him and they got mad.” I told him simply. It had been a while since Lavender and Ron had broken up. Lavender blamed Hermione, but everyone knew he only went out with her to make Hermione jealous.
“She loves him?” he asked me and I looked at him.
“There is no such thing as love; we are not capable of real love because we cannot distinguish love from lust. She‘s not in love she‘s just obsessed with Ron.” I took in a deep breath and looked anywhere but him. I was talking from experience. I had gone out with two boys. One of them was in the room just staring at me and Neville while the other one was dead. I looked at Seamus and he smiled at me. I smiled back and then looked outside the window. “Because love is being able to let go of the one you love, when you truly love someone all you want to do is make sure they are happy. If they like someone else and you love them, you will let them go and be free and even help them get with the person they like. Even if it breaks you’re heart into a million pieces.” I looked at the bird that was flying around the window. It was so pretty with blue feathers. “Because to truly love someone is to let them go and be happy” The little bird flew away. I continue to look outside the window I could see the quidditch team practicing “Even if the person I love doesn’t love me, as long as that person is happy, as long as he smiles. I will be happy even if he’s not with me. To truly love is to be able to say goodbye.” I looked away from the window and focused my attention to fire that was right beside Neville. I was so nervous. I couldn’t look at him; no I couldn’t even talk to him. I know I was being cold towards him, but I was tired of him always putting the wall first. Now it was my turn. “Anyways I have to go….” I told him and stood up. I was about to walk out when Hermione and Ron came in.
Both of them where blushing, but smiling never the less. I looked at them curiously. Neville suddenly grabbed my arm which causes me to focus my attention back to him. I looked at him his eyes meet mine.
“I’m sorry, I’m not such a good friend,” he told me. I looked at him and opened my mouth I really wanted to tell him how I felt, I wanted to let him know that he was hurting me and that he wasn’t a bad friend, but he let go off my arm and walked out the portrait hole. I stared after he left and dropped to my knees. I felt horrible; Neville was the only friend I had left. I had him in my mind all the time. All my thoughts were always about him, he was always in them no matter what. I looked at the table in front of me. One minute we where talking the next I put a wall and then he walked out. No matter what I was the one always getting hurt. I didn’t want to cry, but a small noise escaped from my mouth. Hermione walked over to me and kneeled down beside me.
“Hey are you alright?” she asked me. I looked up at her and my eyes filled with tears. I truly didn’t want to cry, but tears rolled down from my eyes onto my face and into the ground. Hermione pulled me into a hug and I cried on her shoulder.
I cannot seem to recall how long I cried for, but when I did I felt better. She looked at me and smiled.
“Is he the one that you come to me, for advice?” I nodded.
“Hana Mandy Holmes, why don’t you tell me what is going on?” she asked me. I wiped my tears and looked uneasy at Ron. He was looking at me curiously. Hermione had noticed the look that I was giving Ron. She turned to look at Ron. “Ron um, me and Hana need to talk do you mind leaving us alone?” she asked him, but before he was able to answer Harry came in.
“Hermione! Ron!” he yelled. Ron right away stood up.
“Yes mate?” he asked him and Harry looked at him.
“What are you doing down there mate?” he asked. Hermione wiped a tear that was rolling down my cheeks and she stood up.
“Hey Harry,” I sat up and looked at Harry. His expression was hilarious. He had his mouth opened and a confused look on his face as if trying to decided what it was that Hermione and Ron where doing down there. I knew he couldn’t see me. I wiped my tears and finally stood up.
“Hello Harry!’ I said cheerfully. That was the thing about me. After I cried my heart out I could pretend there was nothing wrong. I could put on a smile just to show everyone else I would be alright. Hide your tears behind a smile and don’t let the world see you cry…That was what had kept me alive for a while; it’s what kept me going.
“Hey, Mandy!” Harry said. His face went back to normal and I had to fight back a giggle. Hermione looked over at me surprised. She still wasn’t used to the fact that I could act like nothing was wrong. Ron looked at me too and I blushed. Ron had that affect on me too, but it was because he reminded me so much of my older brother Tory. He knew that I had told him once. Hermione also knew about my brother Tory. I think everyone did know about him. At least the one’s who read the Daily Prophet. He was an auror and the only family I had left. Mother and father were dead and so was grandpa. I had no one except him. Well had, now I had no one I was alone in the world.
~*Alright this is my first Fan Fiction I hope you all like it...all comments are welcome...~*
~MJ~
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Through the Eyes of Another - Sa13+ 
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