Chapter Nine: The Box of Harry
As happy as I may have seemed at the point when Sirius left, that attitude left me as I entered the common room. I sat down on the couch in front of the fire and sobbed. I didn't know what to do. Harry was gone and no one knew where he was or who had him. What if something terrible happened? I don't think I could bear it. I decided, being it was late, to go lie down. I knew I wouldn't sleep... how could I knowing that Harry is gone?
I went to my bed and laid down. I was right. No matter what I did, I just couldn't rest. I sat up and started rummaging through one of my suitcases. I found a box I had labeled 'Harry' and opened it on my bed. I started the box with the first present Harry had ever given me; a necklace with a heart shaped charm hanging from it. The box grew with everything that reminded me of him. I didn't think I'd ever need to go back and look at it. I thought that one day I'd show it to Harry, or just open it myself and have fun looking over how our relationship had grown. Now I found myself longing for those memories. For all I knew, Harry was gone. I didn't know where he was, how he got there, or whom he was with. I didn't know if he was safe or even alive... and it scared me. I hated being so uncertain. The first thing I pulled out of the box was a small album. In the album were Valentine's Day cards from Harry and pictures of us together... or just him.
I remember the most recent letter he had written me. It was so romantic and I remember how I didn't want to put it away into the album and had to remind myself that I'd always be able to look back on it. I flipped to the page where it was and pulled it out. I began to read it slowly to myself.
Dear Krystal,
Being with you has made me realize a few things. It's made me figure out some things and it's made me more confused about things. I used to think that love was a casual sign of affection and now I've noticed, love is many splendored thing. Love lifts you up where you belong. All you need is love and I was made for loving you, Krystal. You were made for loving me. Love is like a jewel... a rare jewel that people search forever to find... and I've found it in you. I never knew I could feel like this... like I've never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss... everyday I love you more and more. Seasons may change from winter to spring but I love you... until the end of time. Come what may, I will love you... until my dying day.
How wonderful life is... now you're in my world...
I love you.
Forever Yours,
Harry
I tucked the letter away, beginning to cry again. I didn't want to cry again... it made me feel weak and vulnerable. I didn't need to feel any more vulnerable than I already did without Harry. I was scared and lost... I wept myself to sleep that night and it brought back memories... memories of Draco and I kissing which led to Harry and I fighting. I thought of my suicide thoughts and attempt and how Harry reacted. I thought of how he held me in his arms that night and I thought of tonight when Harry and I were simply sitting... kissing in the owlry when, whoever it was, took him away. That's when I stopped. I forced myself to stop and fell asleep.
"Krystal!" Hermione and Roxeanne called to wake me up. "Krystal? Krystal! Wake up!"
"Mmm... what?" I moaned sleepily. "What?"
"Professor Dumbledore's asked to see you! Says it's important! What's going on?"
I bolted out of bed and threw on my school robes. "I-I have to go! I'll explain later!"