Chapter 8-To Hold On To Or To Let Go

It had been two weeks since Harry, and Draco had been missing. Everyone seemed to be on alert everywhere they went. Hermione walked around looking everywhere, like Draco was just going to come out of nowhere. Ron was sure Harry would appear out of nowhere as well. Luna was the only one that seemed to be all right. As for me, I feared the worst.

The Worst

He would not come back and my saviour would be gone. I had just started to pull him back and it will all be ripped from me in a blink of an eye.

Blink of an Eye

Gone so fast that you can't do anything about it. He was there, there at the school and they just missed him. They had been so close. And yet they failed, they always seemed to fail. Only Harry came out on top, he was always on top of everyone.

In his first year. Ron told me how he, Hermione and Harry went passed this three headed dog, but it was Harry who went through all the way. It was him who had saved the stone from its fate. From Voldemort.

In his second year. Again Ron had been there with him, but it had been Harry who came through to me. It had been him who fought the Basilisk and had been wounded. But yet again he survives from some Phoenix tears. And we flew to safety.

In his third year. The year I had nothing to do with. Him, Hermione and Ron saved a man from a dreadful death, just in the nick of time. They weren't supposed to tell anyone, but Hermione told me. How they saved Buck beck, and Sirius took him and ran. How Remus had turned into a werewolf and how Harry attacked a teacher and found out the truth of who betrayed his parents. It wasn't the dog Sirius, the innocent man sent to Azkaban for 13 years, but it was Peter Pettigrew the rat. I guess that his form goes with his name, Worm tail.

In his fourth year. I sat there staring at him as his name was called out of the Goblet. I knew he never put it in there, like he would do that. Yet Ron was sure he did, as was everyone else. Hermione though, believed him, but I still think she felt he might of put it in there. Trough Dragon's, Mermaids, and Mazes, he came out on top. But this time it wasn't the fact that he saved someone, but how he had the courage to stand against Voldemort. Joining their power, seeing the ones he loved most and breaking it, losing them as well. He even brought back the body of poor Cedric. How noble, no one else would have done that. Cedric wouldn't do that for him, but he did. He came back and brought the body with him. I believed him to, when he said he was back. I mean he had the cut, of which the traitor Peter had given him.

And finally in his fifth. He lost the one person, who loved him and cared for him the most. Sirius Black. Who I believe is still in the Department of Mysteries. The voices of which we heard and Luna says to this day " Their just lurking in and out of sight." Just saying that helped Harry, I know it did. It gave him hope, that one day he would see his Godfather, father in his eyes, and a brother to everyone again. But you see, in all this he came out on top yet again. He faced Voldemort, he met those RED EYES, and he still came out on top. The prophecy of which was lost, and smashed by the hands of Neville. Harry didn't care though, as long as he was safe. His friend of which, we could of, and almost lost in the fire of Hogwarts. But again, Harry courage got ahead of him and he went after Bellatrix Lestrange, the bitch of a woman who cast Sirius to his death. He ran after her, even said the words no one else could. The Unforgettables. He said it, but yet he didn't have the dark heart to mean them

In all of these years, he always put other first. Now it was time for him to put him first. I can tell he's trying. But I know he has to good of a heart to do that. He changes but his heart will remain the same. The same heart that saved my life, the same heart that tried to save Sirius. My saviour is changing I can see it. I know though his heart will always remain the same. And in the next two years of his life. He will grow and become even more powerful then us. And he will conquer the Dark Lord. And I Geneva Weasley will be right beside him to the end.

We all will. All five of us will. Hermione-Anne Granger, Draco Lucius Malfoy, Luna Love good, Ronald Weasley, and me. With him it will be six. The six warriors that will conquer the Dark Lord, the one that will vanquish him. Yes, I know, he never told me, but I can feel it. Him, my saviour will have to risk his life for the sake of this world. He could very well die trying. But I will not let him go; I will stand there beside him and protect him against whatever evil is there. And it will be him who comes out on top. It will be us who conquer, it will the light that will win. And all this will happen in the nick of Time.

Time

So fast, that it will all be over before it starts. Whatever will happen will happen. But to go back in time, would change everything. To go back and stop Harry and Cedric from touched that Hell of a Goblet. To save Cedric from his death. To stop Sirius from falling in that veil. But to come back then and find out what you changed would be awful. Save one, another may have fallen. If he does fall, what would happen if I went back and saved him?

Would everything be different, or would the Dark still conquer the light. Or say I changed something, would everything be dark. One, who wonders, never finds out, but never dreams of finding out, because then the past wouldn't be the past, and the future wouldn't be the future. It would all be known, you'd know what lies ahead and what lies behind.

Time, It Should Never Be Messed With

Myself

I know for myself that I will not stop helping him. The others are giving up I can see it. But I will always be here for him, even if he doesn't end out on top. I will still fight for him in my heart. I would never rest till I knew that he fell and all the pain and despair was gone. I would never stop till everything inside me finally gave out, and all I could do is watched as the world slipped away. But I know my saviour wont let me down, and when I'm down he will be there to pick up the pieces. Even if he moved on from me, I would still be there for him, for I know he would be there for me.

But the fact is. Do I hold on now and keep what's left of him alive or do I let go of him and let him slip from this world.