I couldn't breathe.
When I saw Harry's lifeless body in Hagrid's arms, I couldn't breathe.
Not like the time where I forgot to hold my nose when I went underwater or when I was younger and Harry used to look at me.
The way he looked at me with those green eyes.
Those green eyes that I swore made me fall even more each time I saw them.
It was like a burning in my throat, like I was slowly dying and the first thing that was taken away from me was my voice.
I can't bear to think this will be the last time I will see those green eyes, that I swear everytime I looked at them it was like I was drowning and he was my anchor.
When I knew I wouldn't see his eyes ever again: I couldn't breathe.