She sat, unmoving, apparently unfeeling. Many there were who walked
right past her, not even glancing her way, having other things on their
mind. She sat, uncomprehending, her brain trying to assimilate what had
just happened. It was impossible, unheard of. Yet, here she was, where he
was not. She got up, left her seat, went to her dorm room. She did her
homework, attended her classes, ate, and even spoke with her friends. And
yet, in her mind, she was still sitting there, where he had left her, to be
alone.
She wouldn't cry. She couldn't. She could only cry dry tears in the dark hours of the night- where no one could hear her and witness her weakness. She had to appear strong as an example to her fellow classmates. She couldn't cry real tears, for, if she did, she was afraid she would never stop…
It was now two weeks after he had left her, and there was a trip to Hogsmeade. It hadn't been scheduled in the curriculum, but Dumbledore decided they needed a break; Hogwarts could only remind them more strongly of Voldemort's imminent ascendance to power.
She went along with them to Hogsmeade, but halfway through, she was unable to contain her strong emotions within her any longer, she turned and ran, where to, she knew not. She just needed to run, and keep running, letting her mind go, and letting her feet guide her, her subconscious to direct her now faltering feet.
Her feet stopped, giving out from the unusual exertion. She sank to the floor of her destination. She didn't look up, fearing what she might see, but more scared of what her reaction may be.
Finally, she gathered up all her courage and looked up, letting out a sob as she saw the epitome of her sorrow- a towering tombstone. One that had the name of her beloved etched across the granite surface- Cedric Diggory.
At this last blow to her emotional state, she cried, the image of that grave forever burned into her mind, she sobbed and cried noisily, like a child, but, what was she but a child? They were all children, all able to die at the behest of a stick of wood. She cried, for what seemed like hours unending…
She was found, a crumpled heap upon the still-fresh mound of dirt on Cedric's grave.
She wouldn't cry. She couldn't. She could only cry dry tears in the dark hours of the night- where no one could hear her and witness her weakness. She had to appear strong as an example to her fellow classmates. She couldn't cry real tears, for, if she did, she was afraid she would never stop…
It was now two weeks after he had left her, and there was a trip to Hogsmeade. It hadn't been scheduled in the curriculum, but Dumbledore decided they needed a break; Hogwarts could only remind them more strongly of Voldemort's imminent ascendance to power.
She went along with them to Hogsmeade, but halfway through, she was unable to contain her strong emotions within her any longer, she turned and ran, where to, she knew not. She just needed to run, and keep running, letting her mind go, and letting her feet guide her, her subconscious to direct her now faltering feet.
Her feet stopped, giving out from the unusual exertion. She sank to the floor of her destination. She didn't look up, fearing what she might see, but more scared of what her reaction may be.
Finally, she gathered up all her courage and looked up, letting out a sob as she saw the epitome of her sorrow- a towering tombstone. One that had the name of her beloved etched across the granite surface- Cedric Diggory.
At this last blow to her emotional state, she cried, the image of that grave forever burned into her mind, she sobbed and cried noisily, like a child, but, what was she but a child? They were all children, all able to die at the behest of a stick of wood. She cried, for what seemed like hours unending…
She was found, a crumpled heap upon the still-fresh mound of dirt on Cedric's grave.