Sad eyes follow me, But I still believe there's something left for me, So please come stay with me, 'Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me - Creed
The NEWT examiners were the same people that tested Harry for his OWLs. He found these tests not much harder than the OWLs and gave each one of them his all.
His first exam was Charms, and he felt he did really satisfactory when he had to explain how you put a bit of your memory into an inanimate object. During the practical exam, he got Professor Tofty, who knew him.
"Hello, again, Mr. Potter," Professor Tofty greeted soberly. All the examiners were informed about the recent loss to Hogwarts.
Harry muttered a, "Hello, sir," with a smile, taking the old man aback, before going over all the charms he learned within the last two years in his head.
"Would you please make these three coats one?" Tofty requested.
Harry smiled as he remembered being tutored on this curse. He cleared his mind as was suggested, took out his wand, and said, "Symphlify!"
"Well done. Well done," Tofty praised when the coats meshed together. On the whole, Harry's Charms exam went rather well.
Harry thought he did fine in Transfiguration. He knew he got at least one of the questions right from Theory. It said, 'If a friend of yours is an animagus, name some of the ways you might be able to communicate with them.' 'Piece of cake,' Harry thought as he wrote his answer.
During Theory of Herbology, Harry felt a lump in his throat. That was the first sign showing that his fake enthusiasm was wavering.
'She'd probably get all frustrated from this…' he couldn't help but think with a sad smile.
He almost choked when one of the questions read, 'Describe the correct way to care for the Nightshade plant.'
But he got through, that day, promising himself that he'd sneak into the prefects' bathroom that night for a nice long bath (hoping against hope that he didn't meet Moaning Myrtle, who would probably cackle with hilarity if she were to find out what happened to Elizabeth).
The next day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry knew he did excellent with that. There was even a question on the Falling Stars.
'If you wanted to destroy something quickly with the magic of the Falling Stars, and you only have five sixths of the whole, what would you do?'
He wasn't sure if his answer of, 'Use the magic anyway. They've got magic all their own. Add your own magic to them, and they might be able to accomplish the task,' would work, but he had to try.
When he was taking the potions' exam, he knew Snape would probably kill him if he didn't get an E or higher. He practically drilled everything into him.
He looked at the Theory paper and started to reminisce about the subject of the question.
'a) Name one of the outlawed potions, b) describe it when completed, and c) describe the types of effects it has on the drinker.'
He thought he answered that question well, when he finally got around to answering it.
Harry took his Care of Magical Creatures exam badly. He couldn't stop thinking about how happy Elizabeth seemed after that first special Care of Magical Creatures lesson on her birthday…
'Get a grip!' he demanded of himself. He shook his head and tried his best to block out the memories.
His last exam was History of Magic. Harry felt that he did the best he could, and that he couldn't have done any better.
After the last of the tests were taken, Harry went to go see McGonagall to volunteer to do Elizabeth's tests, so that if she were ever to come back (as her letter suggested) she'd have her N.E.W.T.s. Professor McGonagall just looked at him like he was a little lost boy, who would never find his home, again.
Harry kept all the pictures, all the notes passed in class due to boredom, Elizabeth's final letter, all her letters sent to him over the summer, telling him he still had someone, and he even took care of her owl and cat for her before they got sent to her parents.
By the end of the year, a couple days later, Harry's enthusiasm was completely gone. As Elizabeth had predicted, he was beginning to be prone to, 'deep bouts of depression,' as she put it.
He would lie there, in the dark, at night, wondering, 'Why? Why me? Why her? WHY US? DAMN IT, TELL ME!'
Harry, Ron, and Hermione took a trip to the ministry to take their Apparation test. All three of them had aced it before that day was over.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone, and though you're still with me, I've been alone all along-Evanescence
They had the wake in America, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore Apparated there.
"We're so glad you could make it," Mrs. Pentillo said.
"I need to be here," Harry remarked. He still couldn't believe she was dead.
Elizabeth's coffin was black with red and gold satin inside. She wore her quidditch robes.
He walked up to the coffin and saw two girls weeping uncontrollably. They were totally in contrast with each other. One looked like she had very pale skin normally and the other had dark skin, but not dark enough to be considered African-American. The pale girl had light brown hair.
They got up, looked at him, and muttered, "Sorry."
"It's quite alright. I'm Harry. I was Elizabeth's…close friend," Harry introduced.
"So, you're Harry?" the girl with the dark skin replied, regaining her composure, "I'm Christy. I was Elizabeth's best friend since third grade."
"And I'm Kim. I've known Elizabeth s-s-since k-kindergart-t-ten," Kim stammered under her urge to start crying again.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Harry said.
"Our loss? Compared to what Elizabeth told us about you, it's probably way harder on you than it is on us," Christy commented empathically.
"Did she learn that from you?" Harry questioned. An odd light flickered in his eyes.
"What?" Christy asked dumbfounded.
"Her unbridled understanding," Harry replied.
"Oh, no. She's always had that. She loved her close friends more than anything. She'd die three times over for them if they needed her to," Kim explained.
"I know," Harry responded. These girls couldn't imagine how much he knew, or how he learned it. He gulped to keep himself from tearing. He scanned the room and saw so many muggles. He had never thought of the life Elizabeth left behind when she agreed to go to Hogwarts
They went back to the school, where Elizabeth was to be buried. She'd loved it there since the very beginning. Silent tears never left Harry's eyes in public, except for this one day.
(A/N: -sniff sniff- I know you probably are not liking this right about now. I just kind of....felt like being emotional. Thanks for reading. Hope you review, like these people:
Nikki: Thanks for reveiwing!!! Hope you keep reading and reviewing! -hands you a box of tissues- Don't worry about sniffling, I cried so much when I wrote this, it's unbelievable.
Tekvah Ariel: You'll see about the ring. I like that story, but it was handwritten, and I hate transferring handwritten stuff to computer...it's just a pet-peeve of mine. The next few chapters are going to be feelings, sorry. It's almost finished, I promise you. Thanks for reviewing, again, and I hope you won't be too disgusted with these next chapters.)