empathy *a Slytherin love story*

All for nothing

(AN, sorry for the delay, school was awful! Here is your update!) 

"Okay, so do we all have people?" I asked, dragging a tall black man into the room. 

"Yup, here are some Polyjuice potions," Blaise said and handed them out. 

"I hate the taste of this," Harry said, wanting to gag. 

"When have you had Polyjuice potion?" Blaise asked him confused. 

"We spied on you in the second year. We thought Draco was the heir," Harry admitted. 

"I knew it!" I screamed, "Draco owes me five galleons when we get through this. 

"What?" Ron asked us. 

"I knew Crabbe and Goyle were being weird, so I bet that it wasn't actually them. Draco said I was crazy!" 

"He did, you have been arguing about it for five years," Theo said shaking his head. 

"Listen, as good as it feels to be right, we have to hurry," Hermione told us, plucking hair from her woman. 

"Fine, be a killjoy. But I was right," I mutter, grabbing hair from my man and dropping it into the potion. 

It bubbled and turned a lavender color. I quickly drank it, and immediately wanted to gag. 

"That is awful!" I spat, wanting to gag. 

"Damn, you gag now, but not with Zabini last night?" Theo asked, and I stared at him wide-eyed. 

"You aren't quiet," Harry teased, as we all started to transform. 

"I hate you all," I groaned, feeling myself grow taller. 

Once we had transformed, we quickly changed and went on our way to look for Umbridge. As I was walking I saw posters littered around. It was my face with the words: Undesirable N2. Saoirse Riddle. 1,000,000 galleon reward. DANGEROUS. Great, now the entire wizarding world wants to find me. 

"Hello there, Quinn!" A cheery woman said, coming up to kiss me. 

I kissed her back and felt bad. I know I had to, or it would make me suspicious, but it feels wrong to kiss someone after fucking Blaise. 

"You look ravishing tonight," she purred. 

"As do you, darling," I said, lowering my voice. 

"I'm excited for tonight," she teased, running her hand up my stomach. 

"Me too, darling. It will be memorable," I said, placing my hand on her ass. 

"I will see you later," she said kissing me again. 

"I will see you later," I said sending her a wink. 

"Well, that was hot," Blaise said coming up behind me. 

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. 

"Don't be. You have to. They took Hermione down to a court. We have to go," Blaise told me. 

Me and Blaise met up with Harry and Ron. The four of us quickly made it through the ministry. Suddenly, I felt sick. I stood over a trashcan and puked. 

"What's wrong?" Blaise asked, running back to me. 

"I don't know!" I said, "But I feel extremely sick." 

"Well, I used a condom so that isn't it," Blaise told me, "Can you finish the mission?" 

"I think so. We have to," I told him. 

"Whenever you are ready," he told me. 

We walked into the courtroom as Harry stood up, "And you mustn't tell lies!" 

I noticed we were shifting back so I stepped up to, "And after all, you should be a good little girl!" 

"Expelliamus!" Harry yelled. 

"Accio Slytherin Locket!" I yelled and the locket broke off of Umbridge's neck and into my hand.

"We have to go!" Blaise yelled and we ran from the room. 

"Expecto Patronum!" Blaise yelled and a wolf came out and protected us as we ran. 

We made it upstairs where the fireplaces are. Harry grabbed my hand as we sprinted forward. 

"We are almost there!" Hermione screamed as we all pushed with everything in us as the ministry chased us. 

We all jumped for the fireplace. As we jumped, a picture lit up the entire room of the ministry. And suddenly it made sense. It made sense why I felt sick. 

Pansy's POV

"Did you hear?" Draco asked coming into my room. 

I was on my bed, and my entire body was shaking. I was much thinner now; I was too stressed to eat. My hair was thin and starting to come out. I thought I was braver than this, but I am not. I was not meant to fight in a war. I was not meant to be someone you read about in books. I meant to be a background character. I am not sure why I am important to this story.

"Pansy, did you hear?" Draco asked me again when I wouldn't respond. 

"We did it all for nothing," I whispered, and Draco engulfed me in a hug. 

Saoirse's POV

Nothing. I felt nothing. The irony, a girl who can feel everyone's emotions, and she feels nothing. I did not cry. I did not scream. I sat on the dirt and stared. We were in the woods, away from everyone. But that doesn't mean we can escape everything. 

"Sae," Harry said sitting in front of me. 

Blaise was next to me, holding my hand. Ron and Hermione were setting up the tent. And I was staring into nothing. 

"Darling," Blaise said, squeezing my hand. 

And then the emotions hit me. And suddenly I missed feeling nothing. I started to sob so hard I was hyperventilating. Blaise pulled me into his lap and rocked me as I sobbed. It was an overwhelming feeling. I felt like I would never be happy again.

"Why! Why! Why!" I screamed. 

"Shhh, it will be okay," Blaise comforted me. 

"It's my fault!" I screamed, and extreme guilt crashed over me. 

"It isn't Sae," Harry comforted. 

"I thought I was protecting him!" I screamed. 

"We all did," Hermione said coming over. 

"He's dead! His death makes everything we all did meaningless Blaise!" I screamed. 

I was sobbing so hard I was shaking. Suddenly I turned from Blaise and puked. Harry grabbed my hair and held it back as I did. 

"It isn't meaningless," Harry told me softly. 

"It's meaningless if I won't have my brother standing next to me at the end of this," I sobbed out.

I will never forget that image. The image of Voldemort, holding Seamus's severed head. His body is on the ground next to him. There was so much blood. If only I let him come with us. He died not knowing who I was. 

If I can't protect him, how am I supposed to save everyone else?