Mum and Dad were ushering me into the hospital wing. After what I just saw, Cedric's body sprawled out before all of us, with Harry on top of him crying out 'Voldemort's back.'.
When we got there, Harry had just taken a sleeping draft. His eyes seemed sp hollow, and his bones looked as though they were poking out at the most striking angles. He had never looked more beautiful and horrifying at the same time.
All the while the shaggy black dog that I knew to be Sirius Black transfigured. I had known Sirius was innocent all this time, before even Harry did. I met him on the school grounds in the dead of night last year while I was looking for Crookshanks, as far-fetched as that sounds. Also, Ron talks terribly loud in his sleep, and I'm only one floor below him.
Harry looked as peaceful as ever, lying there in a dreamless sleep, it was almost as though he was in death.
No doubt I wouldn't see this face in a long while, so I took a mental picture. I will always remember the peaceful harry potter.
For a second, I allowed myself the horror of imagining him dead, It was excruciatingly painful. It wasn;t just that he was the Boy Who Lived, or the boy who would have to defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named again, it was the fact that I loved him ever since the day I first laid eyes on him.
It didn't help that the vulnerable side of him only intensified the fire that was already burning so bright inside of me. Not that he would ever know. I had gotten way better at hiding my emotions, especially after my being possessed.
A terrible thought suddenly crossed me mind. Harry could've easily been Cedric tonight, the dark Lord could've easily killed him too. He could've killed him AND Cedric.
I moved to the edge of Harry's bed, sitting at the foot of it. His chest rose and fell in a way that was almost calming to me. That brought me back to reality, it brought me to the fact that he didn't die that night, he was alive. Well, for the moment at least.
I went to wipe my long, red hair from my face, but instead all I felt was wetness on my cheeks. I hadn't realized I was crying. Another tear fell from my already overflowing eyes. Two more fell from my cheeks to the bed.
I couldn't let anyone see me crying. I was never known as the emotional one in the family, and I'm certainly not about to take that title up. I was always the strong one in the worst of situations.
As I moved slowly to wipe the tears from my eyes, I saw that Harry's had flickered open.
Our eyes locked in a gaze that would've held forever, if not Mum had rushed over. It was then I knew that he would never get over Cedric's death. Ever….