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Dying Slowly
I never could have imagined the pain Harry must have been going through, it must have been like dying slowly.
I knew everything hadn't been easy for him throughout his entire life, but the way he conducted himself was that of a normal teenager. I always thought it would be cool, being the lead with people coming up to me and saying that they knew me, that I had defeated You-Know-Who, and that I had won the Triwizard Tournament. When I found out I had been accepted as a prefect, I knew that Harry would be jealous. I heard him rant about it to Hermione, he thought I didn't but I did, and shrugging it off and smiling was all I could do the next time I saw him- otherwise I would have pulverized him. He had gotten all this attention ever since I knew him, and now he was being a prat just because he didn't get prefect! It was all just too unfair, but then I realized why, as soon as i saw the look in his eyes- right after Sirius Black was killed. I saw the pain of his past, and it hit me... I knew what he was going to do before he did it, and I didn't do I single thing to stop it. That night, I lost my best friend.
I had found him in the dormitory room. No blood, no bruises. Just a wand that had scattered across the floor, and Harry, dead on the floor, his glasses askew and cracked from the impact. I had no idea what to do. He must have performed the most unforgivable of the unforgivable curses on himself when he knew nobody would watch him do it. I ran out and got Hermione. She was sitting in the Common Room with that pig of a cat sitting on her lap and being a platform for her the huge book that I thought would have squashed the dumb thing flat. She must have heard me when I nearly fell down the stairs, and when she saw the look on my face she sprang to her feet, hurling the cat across the room and darted past me and up the stairs.
Hermione got up the stairs before me and into the room. She just stood there, not saying anything. But I saw tears dripping on the floor from her eyes, and I had no idea what to do. Harry was gone, forever. I sank to the floor and just curled up in a ball, I couldn't do anything. I sat there for the longest time and nothing happened for a while, until Neville and Seamus came in and saw Hermione standing there. While Seamus brought her out of the room, Neville tried to say something to me, I could tell he would have been doing the same thing if he was in my position by the way his voice shook. Momentarily, Dumbledore and McGonagall were in the room followed by what looked like half of the Gryffindoor students trying to see if whatever Seamus had said was true. And I heard the small screams and gasps that confirmed their fears. But, as for me, I reckoned all I could do was sit there, because it felt like somebody had petrified me and I couldn't move... I don't think I would ever want to again.