After several deep breaths, I steeled through the door, walking up the steps to my spot, trying to ignore as all the eyes in the room turned towards me. I smiled briefly at my family that was sitting in the front row, but otherwise planted my eyes on the ground, noting that the shoes in front of my were awfully scuffed and well worn.

 I waved Hermione off with my hand and a slight laugh. I began to take a step backward, but stopped as the room began to go fuzzy around the edges and the pounding in my head reached a new height. Holding back any noise, I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand, thinking that I needed to cut back on hours to keep from getting these headaches.

I  saw movement from the corner of my eye and whipped my head around, before realizing that it was Fred. It was a weird sensation still, being able to talk and see him. In the hospital room that day….it had been so draining. Even when I let it go black, I found myself coming back and trying to comfort Hermione.