Year Four
Fool
We had all been fooled. All of us. It was only As Harry Potter came back to the grouns in the dead of the night clutching the body of Cedric we finally realised. What we had all been part of was the return of he-who-must-not-be-named. It sickened me to know this, that everyone was a pawn in the chess game he was playing and now we were checkmated, fooled and broken down. By just the look of Professor Dumbledore's face, I could tell that the next few years would change our lives forever.
So why did we let ourselves become fools? Why only now does everything become so obvious?