Chapter 3
It was a warm Autumn day, with a few clouds in the blue sky. Me and Al were down by the Black Lake when Proffessor McGonagall walked over to us and asked us, surprisingly nicely, to come to her office. When we stepped into her office, the first think I saw was all of the Potters and Weasleys standing there with tears in there eyes and sad looks on their faces.
Lily was hugging Ginny, while they were both crying. Harry had his arms wrapped around Ginny with tears in his eyes as well. All of the Weasleys were crying especially Molly Weasley. James was standing next to Harry with his hands balled into fists and tears in his eyes, trying not to let them fall.
"What's wrong?" asks Al.
It was Prof. McGonagall who spoke first. "Arthur Weasley has passed away." You could hear the sadness and regret in her voice. Everyone started to tear up after Al ran out of the office.
"Al." I say as I run out of the office after him with tears in my eyes. When I get out of the office I see Al sitting on the ground by the gargoyles.
"Oh Al!" I say as I go to put a hand on his shoulder. My hand just barley brushes his shoulder before he shoots up.
"I don't need your pity!" he shouts before he runs away. As I'm about to go after him I feel a hand touch I my shoulder. When I turn around I see that it's Harry.
"I'll go find him." He says.
It's been three days and Al still hasn't talked to me. I don't know what I did. We were all sent home for a while to grieve. Today I was bringing Al his lunch when I heard voices coming from inside his room. Me being the Black I am, I started to listen.
"Al do you know how much you're hurting her?" I heard James yell.
"Well no. Not really." Said Al his voice small and quiet.
"Al." said James with a sigh. "She's almost as bad as you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It hurts her to not have her best friend!" "What do you want me to do about it?" asks Al frustrated. "Talk to her." James said more calmly. I didn't hear anymore. I ran out of the house and into the garden. I was there for about 20 minutes before I heard someone walk up behind me.
"Clarissa." Said Al
"Al." I said bored tone.
"I'm sorry. Really, really, truly, sorry!" he says as he sits down on his knees and gives me a hug. As I hug back I realize just how much I missed him.
When we got back to Hogwarts later on that month, as everyone was heading out of the Headmistresses office the pictures of Albus Dumbledore spoke up. "Clarissa, may I have a word?"
"Um, sure?" I said uneasy, not knowing wear this conversation was going to go.
"You have a great friend with you, Ms. Black." He said with a smile on his face. At my confused look he continued. "Albus Potter. But you should know, that he does care about you Clarissa." And with that he left his portrait. When I got back to the Common Room, I saw that everyone was already upstairs, in bed, and asleep.
