(GPOV)

Have you ever felt mental pain that was so horrific, you knew you had to shake it off in spite of the person that caused it? That's how I felt. I walked up the dewy school lawns, away from Proffessor Dumbledore's funeral. Harry was still standing back there. I could feel his eyes on my back and the pain of rejectment stung me. I understood why, but I didn't understand how..........How would we make it back to each other?

(HPOV)
Guilt swelled inside me as Mrs. Weasley touched my shoulder. I turned and saw Mr. Weasley with his sons, all stony-faced and felt more regret bubble up. I'd just dumped their daughter and sister, and I wondered why. I understood how we'd find our way back to each other. I mean , I understand now, but I didn't get why! Why did I have to chicken out? Especially when I had the gut feeling we'd make it.....We all would.