To the future
Chapter 3: 'all a matter of tense'
She looked up sordidly at his face.
He looked so innocent, naïve.
But it gave out a story that was wrong.
Harry hadn't had life easy.
Yet his features always made up for his mournful figure.
It was at times like these that she wondered most.
How things had got to be that she loved him.
Because she didn't right now.
And it was hard to see how things would work out that way.
How she could stop it from being so.
Ofcourse it seemed today, a normal school day, that she would never be that girl in the library.
It was impossible she thought as harry flicked a chocolate frog at her.
She was already changed by knowing that. And by the knowledge of his deepest darkest secrets. How could you love someone when you knew all the grossest stuff about them.
Being aware that that wasn't good for survival of the race also aided the campaign to not fall in love with the famous harry potter.
It was a peculiar concept, rather terrifying in its magnitude.
That if he loved her he'd sacrifice his life.
To save her.
Instead of his fate to save them all.
What a wait it would be to that responsibility on your head. But that only applied it it was true. If it was her future.
But as she noted, Harry didn't love her. A friend. But not love.
It was fortunate.
Things needed to stay that way.
Or she'd get paranoid that it might come true.
Even though it was singularly comparable to the chance of hell freezing over on its own.
With the help of a congelimara charm it would be practically sure fire, that would freeze anything. But she only made bets she could win.
And this one was that the future she'd seen would never come true.