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It was a cold day in the Gryffindor common room. The fireplace was lit filling the room with the scent of burning wood. All Gryffindor students were asleep. Harry, unlike the rest, was still awake. He was sitting beside the fireplace gazing at the hot, red flames, wondering about why was he like that. Lately, he started being unhappy. all the time. It was like a hundred dementors have filled the place. He lost interest in everything, and was bored. He didn't want to talk to anyone, or even anyone to talk to him. Even though Hermione and Ron were there, he felt lonely. He didn't want to contact Sirius, or even play Quidditch. He wasn't excited about any Hogsmeade trips.
Staying late at night alone was a habit by now. Every day he would sit beside the fire thinking.
While sitting there, he heard a hoot. It was Hedwig. He came flying to the window. Harry opened it and went back to the couch. Hedwig flew in and sat next to Harry, Harry started stroking her head. Quickly, she fell asleep. He had no urge to sleep, so he stayed in the room, until a brown bushy haired girl entered.
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His Last Hope-A Harmione Fanfiction
FanfictionWhen Harry was entering a period of depression; there was only one girl who can help him out. Troubles rise in the wizarding world that Harry and Hermione try to solve, go through safely and most importantly... together.
