Asphyxiated in raging grief, the tears need no help to fall. Dignity fails me, I howl and I can't help it. I don't care who sees me now. I know the rivers of spit from my mouth and my streaming eyes are unforgivable, the unstoppable wailing and pathetic whimpers. Nails digging into my skin, I pull my hair, scratching my face in pure livid hatred and desperation. But not even pain can break its way through misery. Later, the bleeding red lines will feel sore, they'll shock me when I see my reflection and disgust me when I have to face people again, but right now I can't feel them. There's skin under my nails, my own, and blood too. Theres blood in my hair and running down my face but it blends in with the tears and I can't feel it. Nothing will ever be good again. If I had the chance to hide away and remain on my own nursing my grief for all eternity I would take it willingly. I don't really care what happens at the moment. Nothing matters anymore. Nothing excepts the tears of longing for the love which I need, and no longer have.

But I haven't cried like that in a long time.

So many bad things happen in life, it seems to always be to those that try, that love,that never deserve it. A forsaken vow of decency and humanity. Just like Cedric.

Tears can't stay forever though, even in a world as rotten as this they will dry. Tears dry. And much faster if you have someone to dry them.

And that's why Harry means the world to me.