A single tear slide down her pretty face. Why did she do this to herself, she had set herself up for this pain. No she deserved it. She rolled over on to her side, the tears now flowing more heavily. She mustn't make to much noise, why wake up the other girls in the dorm just so they could pity her? She hated pity. She kept blaming herself for falling in love. Why had she let herself do that? All sense of security was gone from her life. She had felt safe with Dumbledore around, now he was dead, even then she had felt safe in Harry's arms. But he had to let her go, she understood, he was doing it to protect her because he loved her, but she didn't feel protected. She felt alone and frightened. She knew she would see him this summer at her brothers wedding. Maybe then he'd take her back. Maybe then he'd see what a fool he had been, she can handle herself, he knew that. She was there at the Department of Mysteries, wasn't she? Sure she didn't battle Lord Voldemort, but she had defeated the death eaters, hadn't she? Her pillow was soaking wet now. The pain nipped at her, it was like a puppy scratching at the door begging to be let out even though no one was home to let it out, it howled at her to let it out, just let me out it screamed. The more she fought it the more it hurt. Suddenly she couldn't contain it any longer, tears began to flow strong and hard from her eyes and her body shook from the sobs.
She couldn't take this pain any longer, she yearned to be back in his arms. The feeling was overwhelming, she missed his soft kisses and the way he ruffled his hair, his electric green eyes. The way he teasingly would tickle her, and smile while she giggled. She missed everything about him. Even the bad stuff, the way he would get so angry at Professor Snape, or the way he would go into the mood swings when talking about Voldemort. He was a tragic hero and she knew it but she loved him for it. She really couldn't stand it any longer, she had to see him and see him now. She stood up from the four post bed, her feet touching the cold ground, but not feeling anything, she felt like a robot, her feet pulling her away from the bed to the door, she didn't know where she was going but she was hoping that it was to him. She reached the door and turned the knob silently as not to wake the other girls in her dorm. She slipped out and started down the stairs, she reached the end of the staircase and found herself staring up another. She shouldn't climb these stairs, her brain told her no, but right now her heart was winning over her brain and she started to climb up, it felt like a million stairs, and she was going so slow. Why wasn't her body moving faster? She found herself facing a wooden door. Suddenly she freaked out. She couldn't do this. She wanted to turn around but her feet were glued to the floor, she couldn't move. Her hands wanted to knock on the door but she couldn't do it, this was so stupid. She forced her arm to move up, her hand to ball into a fist and then she heard herself knocking on the door…..