Pt. 12

Cho's still in the hospital but they aren't sure she's gonna make it. Madam Pomfrey claims she downed the bottle of poisonous toad gullets that Professor Snape reported missing weeks ago. She's still very pale and limp, as if she had no blood in her body. Everything around her is decorated with candies and flowers. She was a popular girl and everyone seemed to miss her.

Harry's a mess. He hasn't left her bedside, nonetheless showered since the Bloody Baron told Dumbledore what we had found. His eyes are bloodshot from the tears and the lack of sleep. He's lost one of his best friends, one of his favorite professors and is on the edge of loosing his soul mate. I can't help but feel sorry for him.

I have this strange feeling that I can't seem to shake off. Like someone is making us kill ourselves. I mean, looking back on my situation and I can think of a million other things that I could've done to handle it. Suicide is on the bottom of my "make me better list "actually. It was that one time, that one thought and poof, I was gone.

Professor McGongagall's the same. She can't recall why she took the potion in the first place. She's happy now really, and I wouldn't be surprised if she disappeared altogether soon.

Hermoine on the other hand, she's a different story. I can't get full sentences out of her anymore. I asked her a while ago where she got the knife and all she did was shrug her shoulders and slowly drift away. I'm gonna see if I can find her now and get her to look through some books for me.

I scares the sh*t out of me how right I could be.