falling ; hp

─── thirteen

"Harry,"

"Please, I'm tired, Willow," Harry interrupted her coldly.

"I know... I'm not gonna ask whether you're doing good or fine... because I know you aren't, " Willow said as Harry looked at her. Tears were brimmed in his eyes. Willow cupped his cheeks as she wiped those using her thumb. Harry kissed her palm in the process as he held her hand and pressed it against his forehead before closing his eyes.

"He's back..." he whispered. "Voldemort's back.." Willow's breath hitched at the mention of his name. Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked at reaction.

Willow was not scared, well, not that much because she knew he might do anything to conquer the wizarding world. But, she was scared about losing her loved ones.

"And I'm the reason Cedric -"

"Harry, stop," Willow cut him off, but Harry didn't listen to her.

"If it wasn't for me, he would've been alive by now, Will... Cedric was a spare, Will... a spare.. I was the one that should be dead by"

"Shut it, Harry!" Willow snapped as Harry remained silent, with his head hung down. She got up from her chair as she stood in between his legs. Her hands softly held his face as she made him look at her. Dark circles were present under Harry's green eyes. His face had a tad bit of dirt and blood, but that didn't make him look ugly. He was always perfect to her eyes.

"Don't say like that," Willow whispered as Harry gulped his saliva harshly.

"Well, that was tr--"

"Don't," Willow said sternly. "Do you think we'll be happy after you die? Do you think that I'll be happy after you die? No. Don't be scared of that noseless guy" Harry laughed a bit as Willow smiled.

"You understood?" He nodded his head and looked at her eyes with so much of affection.

"Did you say 'fuck off'?" Willow asked as Harry chuckled weakly and nodded his head.

"Yes, I did," Willow smiled softly as she pressed her forehead against his forehead.

"If things are not okay, then I'm here, Harry... We're here..." Harry nodded his head as he hugged her.

━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━

"The end," said Dumbledore, looking around at them all, "of another year."
He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Theirs had been the most subdued table before he had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the hall.

"There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand and raise your glasses to Cedric Diggory."

Willow stood up as she raised her wand up.

"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about."
Harry raised his head and stared at Dumbledore.

"Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort."

Many gasps were heard as the crowd started muttering to themselves in panic.