I've never felt true heartbreak in my entire life before I saw Harry burst into tears. One sentence ruins his entire outlook on the man be believes he loves. He turns into my shoulder, shakes his hands from the grasps of his friends and cries for all his worth.

"That's not it!" he wails, rather loudly. "That isn't all is it?" He accuses, this time in a broken voice.

"It isn't Harry." I say. I wrap my arms loosely around him. Thank the lord that Diggory isn't here. "He's done much worse than that."

"Tell me!" He demands. He grabs the collar of my shirt, and yanks me to look him in the eyes. His bloodshot, glowing emerald green eyes are captivating. I've never known eyes to be such vibrant colors, and never such a one pure color.

"No."

"Why not?!" His eyebrows furrow in intense rage.

"You can't handle the fact that you've been beaten, raped and tortured."

I feel surprisingly heartless as I watch my good friend faint.