She knew him too well.
She knew he was lingering in the darkness of his room, absorbed by his own clouded thoughts, pain arising.
She knew she couldn't leave it like this.
She had tried everything to cheer her best friend, her love, up, but everytime she failed unforbiddingly.
She couldn't see him like that.
He needed help.
He needed her.
When she got to his room, she thought of the sigtht that would confront her; tears, sadness, destruction of his soul.
Finally he had told her his destiny ; the prophecy, the evil thing, that bounded him to his cruel fate, the fight, between him and the darkness. She had heard it with her eyes closed, sobbing with each word he had pronounced, begged him to stop, enclosed her arms around his. But she knew she had to be strong, don't lead Harry to an even lower path, to help him go upwards, to hold him into reality.
The prophecy had shattered her so perfect build little world, shattered like a dropping mirror from a fairytale. She had held illusions, illusions that showed her he could get away without doing anything. Illusions that told that he and she could just let the war raging, being stopped by the Order, Voldemort killed by...whoever-but not her Harry.
But fate turned it all upside down.
Her mind felt lost, she felt weak, helpless, the days that had passed since that horrible moment, but she did everything to help her love, her strength.
She loved him.
Oh, the thought that Harry and her could live a happy and wonderful life, together, bounded by love and friendship, was broken, little pieces spread all over the floor she was walking on, ready to strike, hurt her, kill her .
When she finally opened the door that lead to Harry's presence, she inhaled deeply, and said : 'Harry ?'