[And with that, she doesn't reply via journal. If he'd absolutely wanted to be alone, he wouldn't have written to her to begin with. She gets up and off her own bed and makes her way toward his room, that heaviness still in her chest.] Harry? [Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and pushes the door open and steps further into the room, barefoot. Her eyes are slightly bloodshot.]
[The room is dark, and Harry is siting on the edge of the bed with the journal discarded to the side, but he is staring at the floor. He knew when she'd asked where he was that she would show up.
But he doesn't look up when she enters.]
I know.
He deserves to know. Anyone should get to know if that's what they want. [Slides a hand over his face.]
I wouldn't want to keep the truth from them. [Even if knowing the truth makes no difference.]
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Harry... he wanted to know.
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But he doesn't look up when she enters.]
I know.
He deserves to know. Anyone should get to know if that's what they want. [Slides a hand over his face.]
I wouldn't want to keep the truth from them. [Even if knowing the truth makes no difference.]
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