Author's Notes: Chapter dedicated to Lady Silverhawk. Reviews appreciated!
24 June, 1995
July 12, 1997
Dear Harry,
Oh my fucking God, what the fuck happened tonight? What happened? I don't... I... I think I'm going to be sick. I don't understand what happened. Nothing makes sense anymore. This is surreal. This can't be happening. I don't believe it.
What happened tonight?
You entered the maze, and I remember I was feeling that horrible nervousness again, and the worry, and the fear, and then I couldn't see you, and I just had to wait, and I was terrified again.
And then there was a scream, and even though I knew it was Delacour, I found myself clenching my fists and having trouble breathing. Red sparks were sent up, and I kept thinking that it had happened so early in, and that things must be really bad in there.
Then there were more screams, but these were masculine, and I couldn't immediately tell who they were from, and I felt sick and horrible, and was sweating all over and hoping that it wasn't you. But when red sparks were sent up, it was Krum that returned.
Then there was more yelling, then everything went deadly silent, and I knew something was wrong. I was growing agitated, I needed to know what happened, but nobody was doing anything.
I noticed the commotion going on by the judges' table, and I just needed to know what was wrong, whether you were okay, whether you were hurt, or... oh God, I can't even say it. I escaped from Crabbe and Goyle before they noticed anything, but when I got to the judges' table, I was feeling sick with dread. I was far enough not to look suspicious, andt close enough to hear some of what they were talking about, but I could only hear snippets.
"- gone -"
"- just disappeared - don't know what - how -"
"- cup - portkey? -"
"- where -"
I understood the gist of it, and as I stood clutching onto a rail, I felt my stomach drop. They didn't know what was happening either. Things were out of control, there had been a mistake, something had gone wrong, and they didn't know what, or how to fix it, or what was going on, or where you were...
I don't know how long I stood there, feeling terrified, in shock, thinking you were dead, but it must have been at least an hour. People were becoming confused, the professors and judges were whispering furiously and having quiet but heated, nervous conversations, and I was stuck frozen to the spot, feeling as if I would keel over any moment.
I just... I don't understand. What happened? How did it happen? How could no one have any idea about what was going on?
And then... you returned.
Just in front of us, in front of the judges' table, right where you had started. And when I saw you lying there, not moving, I swear my heart stopped beating. It just stopped.
And then commotion broke out in the stands, and Dumbledore was pulling you up, and I saw that there was an actual body in the grass, and that it was Diggory, and he was dead. And then the Minister was there, and people were screaming and crying, and you were looking so lost and defeated, I desperately wanted to check you were okay, but I couldn't move, I was so relieved and worried and confused. I saw Moody take you away, and the Minister said a few words, but I wasn't listening. I had collapsed to my knees on the ground.
And I haven't seen you since, and I'm worried sick, and I need to know that you're alright, and I need to know what happened, if you're okay. I just don't understand what happened. I'm shaking, I'm terrified out of my wits, and I'm frantic.
Oh Merlin, please tell me you're okay.
From,
Draco
