Adrianna Thomas is your normal First Year, half-blood, Ravenclaw witch. That is, until she befriends Harry Potter. When Harry and her secret crush, Neville, are thrown into jeopardy, will she do what it takes?


14. Apologies

I jolted awake with a hand on my back. My eyes snapped open, fear paralyzing me. 

"Adrianna, I'm so, so sorry." Cho whispered. Her eyes were red and blotchy. Had she been... crying? "What happened earlier, in the Great Hall, I... I'm sorry. I just went with the crowd, not fully knowing why." She sighed sadly. "Please forgive me.. I don't have many friends at Hogwarts, mainly just you and Luna, and I don't want to lose you." She pulled me in for a tight hug, a faint smile on her face.

I felt bad for her, I truly did, but her words earlier at the Great Hall stung more. Tears stand my eyes as I shook my head, pulling away from her. "J-just get away from me, Cho." I whispered, my voice not raising in volume. I turned away from her, the tears finally spilling. I didn't want her to see me broken down, like an old car. I didn't want anyone to see me in this state. I didn't ever want to see anyone again, matter of fact. 

I didn't see Cho leave, but I heard her stifled sobs and the loud slam! of my door closing.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and let the tears leak out slowly. This year was starting out to be horrible. I'll owl Dad tomorrow, I decided, and tell him. 

I didn't want apologies. 


In the morning, I was woken up by Harry Potter, of all people. "H-how'd you get in here?" I asked sleepily, stretching and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

A quick smile played across his lips. "You don't need a password to get in here, and I'm quite clever."

I smiled. "D-did you see what happened last night?" I asked, a bit worried he saw it all and was ashamed of me.

"I only saw you run out of the Great Hall."

Color rose to my cheeks. "The Ravenclaws weren't.. Speaking kindly to me."

"I'm so sorry, Adrianna. Go tell Dumbledore; he'll fix it."

Yeah. Because he was so helpful last year. I snorted. "What good will it do?"

"Make your year bearable and not a living hell!"

I sighed. He did have a point. "I don't know... Maybe," I said, knowing full well I wasn't going.

"I'll help if I can. Again, I'm sorry, Adrianna."

"I don't want apologies."

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