One spell and I was gone. I felt so bad. I have left behind so many people. That graveyard was depressing. It was just Harry and I. Poor kid. I can't even imagine what it must have felt like. I have seen everything, but he will never be able to hear or see me.
I know Harry looked up to me in the way he did to Oliver. We were both successful quidditch players and captains that did not just see him as the Boy Who Lived. We saw beyond that and just saw him as Harry. He always felt alone. That Weasley kid had Granger. He would talk to the two of us whenever he had problems, but not the big ones like the Sorcerer's Stone and the Chamber of Secrets. With Oliver gone playing for Puddlemere, and me dead, he has no one left. I hope he doesn't lose his temper that happens when he doesn't talk to anyone and nothing good can come of it.
I think he fancied the both of us too. Oliver told me that Harry would space out during practice and stare at him. During the fateful match in his Third year, Potter stared at me the whole time. He would have never caught the snitch regardless of the weather. But because of the dementors and Oliver, I knew better and tried to schedule a rematch. Ever wonder why Wood was in the showers for so long after that match? You'll figure that out soon enough. He was devastated when Oliver left. Oliver was the first person that cared for him and treated as a normal person. And when he became the second champion, he thought I was mad. He felt guilty that he was taking away my glory, but it was fine. I knew something was up.
My parents are grieving; well my dad is mad he doesn't have his trophy anymore. Amos will not be able to go on and on about how him and Ced did this and that last week. Maybe he will finally see for more than the trophy that brings him glory. My poor mom. I am all of the good that was ever in that marriage. I was the only thing that kept her sane. She tried to leave so many times, but my dad always got to me first so she always stayed. He will get his payback sooner or later.
Cho misses her best friend. Everyone thought we were more than that, but no it was nothing more than platonic love. She was the only one who I trusted, well except for him. I was going to ask him to the Yule Ball, but how silly would that be. A former MALE student and Head Boy Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory. Couldn't wait for the headline. Quidditch is code for Queer at Hogwarts: "Two Captains Caught in Changing Rooms."
Hufflepuff misses their one and only true leader. Hufflepuffs are normally quite people that go with the flow. Even Helga Hufflepuff herself was like that. There are two types of Hufflepuffs. The main type: the stereotypical follower. And then there is me and a handful of others through the ages: the brave, the wise, the cunning, and the loyal. We are those who could not be in just one house.
Never again will Hufflepuff shine. It had been decades since a Head Boy or Girl was from Hufflepuff. And I would have been the next Head Boy. Everyone knew it. It has been many years since Hufflepuff was in the running for the House Cup. Our Quidditch team was stellar for the first time in decades. We had the respect of the other house to some extent. I know I am going out on a limb. But he never did look at me like everyone else.
He saw the different dimensions of my personality. To him I was perfect. I was everything he was and more. I was his god. He loved my smile, the way I smiled, and the way I raised an eyebrow when I was confused. All my mannerisms he loved and enjoyed pointing out each time I exhibited one. Our time together was short. He was a few years older. By the time we found each other it was almost too late.