I saw as we were betrayed by Griphook once more in front of my eyes. The face of disappointment crossed Harry and the way Draco got closer to his mother to wrap himself around her. I saw as I started to talk to the others, but not paying attention to what I was saying. The memory started to fade right in front of me.
I often look back at my memories since the end of the war, more than ever since being gifted a Pensieve for keeping the Wizarding World safe and willing to risk my life for others. It was one of my gifts I used the most and most thankful for after bring awarded by all.
But, in all truth I continue to relook them to somehow find peace with knowing we did what was necessary to win against the corrupt, prejudice, and harsh ways of man. Yet, I still feel guilty for the death and survivors who took many losses.
Cedric the first of many of our losses, who laid at rest in his bed. Since the tournament he has been in coma until the beginning of my sixth year. Peter Pettigrew cast a spell never heard of believed made of ancient magic mixed with modern charms that it believe rarely used by Voldemort. Out of fear Mr. and Mrs. Diggory ask Dumbledore and the Order to keep this a secret and let the world believe he passed at a young age. Still, sadly not all are luck as Cedric. Location unknown until this day and Mr. Diggory promised to tell only Harry once he was in better health.
Colin Creevy died five days after winning the battle, most people believed he would make it. Because his breathing rythm was back to normal and color came back to his face. Also woke up 15 hours after Harry defeating Voldermort. He left every in his name to his younger brother and family. Except his camera was left to Hogwarts and asked to print the pictures he had taken that school year. The dark magic had slowed down to fight his magic core. Then slowly destroyed the nervous system. The spell was made by a wizard who believe he was stealing the magic from muggleborn and it depend the emotion the wizard felt the wizard or witch survived. Antidote was founded a little too late.
Too much to know, but there is still the unknown. I want help, yet there are some things that I can't figure out. So, I relook and take notes even after days of research as while as wishing.
I look from the Pensieve to the surroundings around me. I vanish it from my sight in disgust and frusation. How can I get better for them? Where could they possibility be at this moment? Where is Fred's body? And where have my parents gone? Is Harry's adoptive parents okay and was Harry with them? These answers where unknow still.