🥀ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤: ℍ.ℙ🥀

𝔼𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

Harry is sitting on a bed, Dumbledore walks in.

"I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year, by accident of course. I put you in terrible danger this year Harry I'm sorry.", Dumbledore's apologizes.

"Professor, when I was in the graveyard there was a moment... um... when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected."

"Priori Incantatem. You saw your parents that night didn't you? They reappeared.", Harry nods as he continues.

"No spell can reawaken the dead Harry I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right what is easy. But remember this, you have friends here. You're not alone."

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Harry enters the Hospital Wing, tears already falling down his cheeks.

He ignores the laughter coming from the other bays and navigates his way to Emily's bed.

She is awake, talking to her sisters.

She is very pale, and the wounds are still healing, but she's doing much better.

Harry accidentally gains all the attention when he sniffles lightly.

Amelia looks up at him sadly.

"Come on Eva, this is going to be bad enough as is."

Amelia nods and leave the room, but before Eva leaves she says something to him.

"You don't have to do this."

"It's better this way."

"You'll break her."

"She's already broken. I'm too dangerous."

"No. You're enemy is dangerous, and he's trying to isolate you Harry. And you're giving in to his plan."

She leaves with that. Harry enters the room and sits in the chair besides her bed.

"Hazza!", She says happily.

He looks down at the floor to not cry.

"What's wrong?"

Harry chews his bottom lip nervously.

"Haz?", He suddenly lifts his hand and lightly strokes her cheek.

"God you're so perfect. I love you, you know that?"

"Harry, you're scaring me.", She holds the hand he is holding to her face.

"I don't want to do this, but it's better this way.", He mutters.

He sighs as she takes her hands away from him, he also drops his own hand back to his lap.

He can't even look at her as he speaks.

"I think we should break-up."

"What?"

"I'm too dangerous! I'm not good for you! You need to be safe, and I'm putting you in too much danger."

"Harry, I put myself in too much danger.", Shs shakes her head.

"Em."

"No. I'm not letting you. You can't do this. I won't let you."

"Please. I'm trying to keep you safe!"

"No! I don't want to be safe, not if I can't have you."

He drops his head with a sigh.

"I don't want to do this either."

"So don't."

He raises his head to look at her.

"Don't do it. Please, I love you."

"I love you too.", He sighs.

"Than prove it. Stay."

After a moment, he sighs.

"Alright, I'll stay. But fi Theo kills me-"

"Don't worry about him. All you need to worry about is planning dates and continuing to love me."

"No problems there.", He smiles at her as she wipes away the tears that have escaped his eyes.

"I'm sorry.", He apologizes.

"For what?"

"Not being strong enough. You're hurt and you're the strongest person I've ever met."

"You're always enough for me. You know that, right?"

He nods.

"Harry James Potter, look at me."

"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

He smiles at her with tears in his eyes again.

"You're so perfect, I love you more than anything, and that includes quidditch."

She laughs despite the tears in her eyes.

"I love you too, even more than Edson.", She smirks.

Harry laughs now, she loves her owl more than anything. Well, anything except him.

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There's a large crowd gathered, the pupils are going home. Viktor Krum gives Hermione a kiss and hands her some paper.

"Write to me. Promise."

"Bye.", Hermione waves.

Ron is sitting alone. The french sisters approach him, they both in turn give him a kiss on the head.

"Au revoir Ron.", The Beauxbatons girls leave in uniform, the crowd applauds. The Durmstrang boys leave too, shaking hands as they go.

"Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?", Ron asks as Harry and Emily come up. She is well enough to walk now.

"No.", Hermione scoffs.

"No I don't think so."

"Everything's going to change now isn't it?", Hermione wonders aloud.

"Yes."

"Promise you'll write this summer. All of you."

"Well I won't. You know I won't!", Ron laughs.

"You two will, won't you?"

"Yeah. Every week."

"Ugh! Thanks a lot, Haz. Now I have to write her every week!", Emily fake complains.

Hermione merely laughs at her.

They look over the balcony, the flying horses pulling a carriage head off into the distance. The Bulgarians' ship goes underwater.