I suggested you put your name in the Goblet of Fire.
Your smile was shy and bashful.
You looked down and looked back up at me.
"Why would it pick me?" You asked with a grin.
"Go ahead" I said. "It won't for sure if you don't."
I watched you cross the glowing circle.
Your blue-grey eyes reflected the flame.
I didn't know.
I clapped and cheered when your name was picked.
I pressed your shoulder and watched you approach Dumbledore.
I watched you with a smile on my face as you joined the champions.
The hose with the least glory could win the greatest prize.
We were so proud of Hufflepuff.
I was so proud of you.
There was no way we could have known.
Being a hero to the other students wasn't natural to you.
I watched you walk the halls avoiding the eyes of your admirers, a smile dancing at the corner of your mouth.
You were happy. I knew you were happy.
Your humble dignity could never quite cover your, not pride, but joy.
The buttons supporting you made you laugh, but you asked us not to wear them.
For others, competition breeds animosity, but not for you.
None of us knew.
You lay next to me in the courtyards of the school.
I watched the sun on your face and hair. You looked up at me and smiled.
The sunlight caught the beams from your face until I didn't know which was which.
There was something easy and comfortable about you as I touched your hair.
That night before the last task I told you I was frightened.
The tasks had been more dangerous than anyone had known they would be.
I was afraid for you. I told you so.
Your smile was beautiful. You took me in your arms and told me it was all right.
You told me that everything would be fine.
You made me feel safe.
I thought you were safe.
Neither one of us knew what would happen.
I still don't know what happened.
I'm sorry.