Harry's POV
I walked over to Draco. Tears were silently streaming down his face and he had gone a deathly white.
"Hey mate, I need to take Hermione to McGonnagall, I'm sorry" I practically whispered. Shit the poor guy needs to grieve, the last thing he wants to do is hand her over to me.
"I can't feel it." He spat.
"Feel what Draco?" I bent down and looked him in the eyes.
"I can't feel her."
"She's... she's gone, Draco." A tear threatened to slip out of my eye at the sight of my best friend (practically my sister) and her soulmate.
"But... it feels normal- I should be dead..."
"What do you mean?"
He paused. "I... should be fucking dead! THAT IS WHAT HAPPENS TO A BROKEN HEARTED VEELA WITH A DEAD MATE. WHY AM I NOT DEAD HARRY. I CANT LIVE WITHOUT HER."
"DRACO! I know you're hurt, but you'll get past this, we'll grieve together and help each other, I promise."
"I SHOULD BE DEAD HARRY. TELL ME WHY IM NOT."
"MR MALFOY. COME WITH ME NOW. CEASE YOUR SHOUTING AND COME."
He whimpered and stumbled after Professor McGonnagall, and the feeling of his weakness was ever present. I couldn't help it, I wanted to fall at my feet and cry at my best friend's death. Why couldn't it have been me?
I lifted her easily and carried her to McGonnagall's office.
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Blood and water
FanfictionIt's the summer after the war, and the seventh years are going back to school to repeat their NEWT year. But as family problems begin, unexpected friendships bond, and relationships are tested. Will Hermione stay with her friends from the light, or...
