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Then she tied the letter to Screech's talon's and let it go into the open sky. Voldemort entered the room and swished his wand. Green light enveloped the dark room; only the moonlight shining in. 

Screech flew through the night sky. The letter of the lover that just passed still attached to its talons. He found Harry in the forest of dean. 

The owl circled over Harry and then perched itself onto his shoulder. Harry took the letter and read it. His face morphing from confusion to fear to disappointment.

The truth was, that he did have a little feelings too. Ever since 4th year, he started noticing her. Her beautiful blue  eyes, the way she laughed; everything. 

But he was confused back then. She was a Slytherin. Friends with his enemy. He pushed her away because every time she was near, he felt butterflies. He felt it was weird; he did not to accept it. He hoped his harsh words would keep her away. It did; physically not mentally. In his heart, she always had a place.

But now he never got to say it or hear it from her. And Cordelia was not there anymore to witness her dreams coming true.