Harry Potter stared miserably out the window. The summer was rather stressful, because the dark lord had returned and he lost a friend of his, during the Triwizard Tournament. It had been very hard on Harry. He often feels responsible, for what happened to Cedric.
Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley sat next to him, along with Hermione Granger. Just then, without even so much as a hello, Harry rested his head onto Ron's shoulder. "Harry, is everything alright?" Hermione asked. Harry lifted his head off Ron's shoulder.
He sighed, shakily. "I just can't stop thinking about Cedric's death- - -" Harry could feel tears begin to well in his eyes.
Harry did all he could to not cry, so he could finish what he was saying. "Why'd he have to die?" he finished saying. Then the tears really started. Harry hid his face in his hands and started sobbing. Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, put a comforting arm around him and held
him close. "It's alright, Harry." Hermione said, reaching over Ron to pat Harry on the shoulder. Harry continued to sob, softly into his hands. Ron, who had be rather quiet, still had that one arm around Harry. Harry started to feel a little better. The unshed tears over Cedric's death were shed.
For now.