Terrible Tragedies

𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 8𝑡ℎ

Michelle Lovegood

November 8th

I was caught last night. Harry was able to get away but Snape heard the squeak of that damn door and came rushing over. I was near a series of other doors at that time, so at least I didn't blow our hiding place completely. Snape did schedule me two days of detention in his room and decided to deduct 10 house points from Ravenclaw. I'd say that's being generous.

As it stands right now, Ravenclaws are in second with fifteen less points than Slytherins. Damn the Slytherins. Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors are also close behind and any house could easily take the win. If McGonagall finds out about Harry's heroic battle with Voldemort, maybe she would reward the Gryffindors with enough points to be beating Slytherins and have room to spare.

Staying up the past few nights to chat with Harry has been taking a toll on my sleep and I feel half asleep all day. If I end up falling asleep in class, Ravenclaws will have more points deducted and then we may never have a chance of winning the bloody thing. All I need is for a few more hours everyday. Who decided on twenty four hours in a day anyway?

Breakfast was odd. I sat and ate with Juliette as usual and peered to the Gryffindor table to give Harry a smile but he was occupied. His lips all over Ginny Weasley in the middle of breakfast. The Weasley boys seemed completely fine with it which was the weirdest part. If I saw somebody's lips all over my sister, I would want to put an end to it, not because it's gross, but because nobody wants to see that over their morning meal.

Maybe I'm crazy, but the things that happen at this damn school get crazier by the day. Like as we entered Potions and saw Snape pushing us all out of the door because of a dead body. A dead body!?!?

As reported by McGonagall, Louis Willow is dead for what appears to be hours, maybe since breakfast. The same Louis that I had my first kiss with. The same Louis that would recommend me books to read. The same Louis that broke up with me just less than a week ago. I didn't want to admit there's still parts of my heart that are holding onto him, but I truly loved him, and I suppose I still do. But he died knowing he didn't love me and even if he did, I'll never know.

I pulled myself together and directed all of my fellow classmates back to their common rooms before I entered the classroom. He was laying on the floor, lifeless. Even looking at him lay there, my eyes pooled and tears fell onto my jumper and my shoes. I kneeled beside him and laid my hand on his shoulder as I tried to convince myself all of this was some dream.

His chest was still rising ever so slightly and it was almost unnoticeable. He's alive?

"He's still alive!" I shouted and gained the attention of Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who looked as stressed as ever, "We need to get him to the Hospital Wing."

Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes felt like hours as we carefully rushed the barely alive Louis to get help. He was tucked into a warm bed and immediately treated for his injuries and the memory loss he endured. As he awoke, he appeared to have no memory of what had happened.

I pulled him into an embrace and tears began to stream down my cheeks again, this time much more than before.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry." he sobbed, "I'm sorry for what I said."

I wiped his tears away with the sleeve of my jumper, "I forgive you."

Though Louis and I mended our relationship and all seemed to be fine, it was actually quite the contrary. The murderer killed, or at least made an attempt to. As Louis rested his eyes as he had a concussion, and I scratched on my notebook in an attempt to put some more pieces together.

Nothing.

I went to my common room, leaving Louis under supervision by the professors and got some rest for myself. It was hard to sleep without knowing answers but with Louis being alive, it helped.

I spent the day with him and it made me realize just how much I had missed him.