As I ran out of the castle I saw a lone figure on the cliffs, then it jumped. My heart raced as I ran faster, and when I came to the edge of the lake they hit the water. I froze, and then she broke the surface, and for a second I thought everything would be okay. Then she stopped fighting, and she disappeared below the surface, gone from sight.
At first I just stood there, frozen to the ground. One part of me told me to turn around and go back up to the castle, to just leave her to die. She was the reason that I had been unhappy.
But without her you'll just be unhappy again, even more so than before. I thought.
My heart told me to go after her, to jump in and save her. Why? I asked myself.
Because you love her. My heart told me, and I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life if she died. I jumped in after her, searching, finally finding her, limp, pale, and lifeless sinking to the bottom.
No! I dove down, refusing to let her die, banishing that possibility. I got to her quickly, then dragged her back to the surface. I laid her down on the ground, and moved the hair out of her face. She wasn't breathing. I checked her pulse, which stuttered then died. Her heart had stopped.
I paced back and forth in the hospital wing, wondering how long it could take to get that measly map. The doors burst open and I whirled around, about to say 'Finally!' but was stopped short by the sight that was before me.
James had burst in, sopping wet, hair plastered to his forehead, with a limp Lily in his arms, who was growing paler and paler by the second.
"Where is Madam Pomfrey?" He asked, his voice high with panic. She burst in, looking rather annoyed.
"What's all the fuss I'm sure it can wait for-" She stopped dead at the sight of James and Lily.
"She's not breathing and her heart stopped! Please help her!" He begged, and I had a feeling that water wasn't the only thing that was running down his face. Everything else happened in a rush, and I ended up being chucked out of the hospital wing along with James, who had been ordered to change into dry clothes.
He didn't though. He just sat, back pressed against the wall, his head in his hands. I stayed with him, not moving an inch.
"That's what she meant. She was going to go kill herself; she was going to drown herself." He lifted his head, and I saw his face stained with tears. "I saw her Sirius, and she didn't fight. She did for a second, then gave up. She just sank, she didn't care anymore. I saw her jump, and then I watched her drown." He whispered painfully. "How horrible of a person am I? The last thing she heard me say was that I didn't care if she lived or not." He started to cry harder.
"Everything's going to be fine James." At least I hoped it was going to be…