Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to JKR. Except Sara. She's mine.

Part II:

We'll Never Break as One Too Strong

"Passionate love to be all night long, we'll never break as one too strong." –Green Day

Chapter One: We're All Here for You

Sara,

Meet me outside the Great Hall after you've finished eating. We can talk.

From Cedric

I read the note again and again, mulling its meaning over each time in my head. His messy handwriting was just as beautiful to me as it was the day I'd first admired it. It wasn't anything spectacular, yet I could pick up on the cheerful tone in his writing, regardless of the lack of emotional grammar or teeny smiley face doodles. I knew then he loved me. I know now he loved me. A single teardrop fell to the wrinkled piece of parchment and I didn't bother to wipe it away; I didn't want to risk harming the letter. As I ran my fingers over the thick creases from where he'd folded the parchment into an airplane, I felt like I was no longer alone – a presence. Sure enough, I looked up to see Lizzy standing at my bedroom door.

"Oh," I quickly wiped the tear-track off my face and smiled. "Hey Liz."

"You're reading the letter again." She said softly before sauntering over to my bed and letting herself fall beside me. When I didn't respond, she bobbed her head up and down at a slow pace. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Every day."

"You have Fred, you know. He loves you; he'll help you get over this."

"I know." I sighed. "Cedric was my best friend; I don't know how I'm going to deal with this."

Lizzy didn't say another word. Instead, she sat up and wrapped her bony arms around me. "You have so many friends who will help you deal with it." Her voice was muffled by my shoulder, so she pulled back and spoke more clearly. "I'm here. You've got Fred and George and Katie... and Neville, Harry, Hermione, Ron... we're all here for you."

"Yeah... Thanks, Liz."

Lizzy could tell by the look on my face I wasn't in the mood to talk. She gave me a quick hug before leaving me alone once more. It didn't take long for me to realize that sitting on my own was unsettling, so I decided to walk over to my desk and reread the letters I'd received from my other friends over the first half of summer.

Hi Sara,

How's summer going so far? I hope everything's going well. Fred's going bonkers without you right now.

Suddenly, the handwriting changed.

I am not, George!

...Okay, I am. I miss you, Sara. I can't wait to see you again!

Love Fred and George

The fact I got a letter was nice, but with no information regarding what they were up to, I was a little anxious. Were they trying to hide something from me? It's reassuring to know I was being thought about, though. Upon revisiting these month-old letters, I took notice as to how I'd been left out of all information exchange. Everyone seemed to have something to hide.

Sara!

Katie wrote in giant block letters to grab my attention, I'm assuming.

We all miss you! Just checking in to make sure you're okay. No one's seen you since that day on the train; can you believe it? See you soon!

That's nice, but when's soon? No one appeared to be giving me any answers as to what they'd been up to over the summer...

We've all been thinking about you. Hope you're doing alright.

Harry, Ron and Hermione...

I haven't been able to stop thinking about what happened. I know you must be hurting as much, if not more, than I am.

Cho...

We all miss you so much! How have you been? I can't wait to see you again; it's been far too long.

Neville...

It became tedious to sift thought all that parchment. I fell back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. No one was giving me any information regarding any of their whereabouts or when I would get the chance to see them, and it made me frustrated.

"Well if they don't want to see me, I don't want to see them." I huffed.

No sooner had the rhetorical comment come from my mouth than my mother responded to it from the doorframe. "That's not true, dear." My eyes met hers and she sighed exasperatedly. "You know it's not true. Why, if Fred came through this door at this very moment, you..." She noticed tears surfacing before I could wipe them away. "Sara!"

"I don't think they want to see me."

"Have you lost your marbles?" Mum chuckled, making her way over to my bed and wrapping one arm over my shoulder. "What are you looking at right now?"

"Letters."

She picked them up and ruffled them through her fingers. "Letters your friends sent you telling you they miss you and care about you."

"Yeah, I suppose."

"You understand better than anyone why they can't give information regarding their whereabouts."

A teardrop slid down my cheek and fell into my lap. "I know."

"Are you alright?"

I nodded quickly, like a bobble-head doll. "Thanks, Mum."