Still the One...

"Let me in...We have to talk." His voice was ragged, but firm.

I stepped aside, and he walked in. He threw his coat in the usual spot; on the arm of the chair in the living room.

He went and leaned against the wall opposite me. I sat in the chair he threw his coat on, and looked at him. I had no idea what to do.

I looked at Harry, his arms were almost cross and he had one hand perched against his mouth.

"So say it." He said suddenly.

My head popped up as I looked at him. "What do-"

"Tell me. Tell me the thing everyone but me seems to know."

My heart was racing. He knew. He already knew.

*I only claim to own the plot and its contents/any original characters. This is a fictional story meant for enjoyment!*