I've gone out with Harry for two years now and he still doesn't know. I guess he just never figured it out. Never noticed that I have five times as many trips to the Healer as a normal person. That the girl he knows, the happy excited Mariah who bounds across the room actually has a double who is her complete opposite. (Thanks to majikku for the banner!!!)

"Are you sure you dont know anything Karrie?" Harry asked for the hundreth time that hour.

“No,” Harry said looking just as puzzled as I was. “It’s just…when we drove up I saw someone in one of the windows. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t tell who it was from the distance.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked down that hallway. For the first time in nine months I was going to see the girl who had been haunting my dreams. That girl that I wanted to have, but she wanted nothing to do with me.

Harry waved us out of the room. He pushed me, the best friend, out of the room. It's not like I'd never seen her throw up before.But actually, I hated to admit it but Harry had handled her pretty well. He'd stayed calm, which was amazing cuz mu knees were so weak that I could barely walk.

Harry was trying to go all noble and pretend he thought Mariah was gonna make it, but he knew she was going to die too. I mean, there was no way you could look at her and not see the cancer eating away at her. It made me sick.

I gently pulled my hand away from Mariah's. One of the healers must have said something to make her believe she was dying. Because, as far as I knew, she hadn't had any medication yet today.

I got to the hospital at five before ten the next morning. The whole group was sitting in the waiting room. Ron was sitting there, he raised his head and his eyes locked onto mine. Quickly, he looked away. Oh well, I didn’t come here to reconcile with Ron. If I did, it would just make things harder in the end.

I convinced the Healers to let me out a few hours early. A week had passed since my magic transplant. Karrie’s funeral had been a couple days ago but no one would let me go no matter how big my temper tantrum was. Harry wasn’t even very sympathetic, saying that the funeral would just upset me. Well yeah, she was my best friend.

Nine months ago when I had started getting sick, I had panicked. I didn’t even tell Harry because all I kept thinking was that the cancer was back, and there was no Karrie to save me this time. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to stay in that blissful life that I was living where everything was perfect. Where nothing could touch me.