"Harry, love?" I asked, before I took the cloak away from him to be greeted by a tearstained face. Hermione and Ron weren't far behind me, and I let them hug him and pat him, and calm him down. I just sat there rather awkwardly. My father was the meaning of all his pains. And I felt like crying too, right now. I wanted to hold Harry close, and calm him down. Tell him everything was going to be alright. But it wasn't. It never was going to be alright. And I couldn't hold him close, and I couldn't look him in the eye without feeling awful. I blinked back tears, and even though they all tried to get me to leave with them, I wouldn't. Harry reluctantly left me behind, and as soon as I was alone, I sobbed. I cried for Harry. I cried for his parents, and my Father's cruelty. I cried because I didn't understand. I wanted to understand, so badly. I wanted to be able to tell Harry the truth.
As I was crying, I didn't realize that Draco had walked up behind me. "Well, look who's being a pathetic little bitch now?" He said, and I heard snickers. Pansy was behind him. I wasn't in the mood to be bossed around. "Get up," He said, sneering. "Come on. I know you can." He said, before he raised a hand towards me and I snapped, whipping around.
"I told you to leave me alone, Draco. I warned you, and when I warned you I meant your little whore too," I said, calmly, glaring at Pansy. "I suggest you leave." I said, as Pansy put her hands on her hips and walked up to me. "Well, you have no reason to tell me that. I'm Pansy Parkinson. My father could have you killed," I sneered. Draco put his head in his palm at what Pansy said. "Oh, I'm quivering in my bloody boots, Parkinson. My father could have your whole family killed, buried and burnt. My father is.." I said, before I realized. "My father isn't my father." I said, before I realized. And I bolted off towards the school. And on the way I saw Seamus's mother. And we locked eyes.
"K-Katie..?" She said, in a deep irish accent.