Unfortunate Circumstances

Day Six

All characters belong to JK Rowling 

Draco

Madam Pomfrey woke him up in the morning, Hermione standing behind her, tears streaming down her face. Ron was holding her hand but no tears were falling. Not yet. He immediately sat up expecting the worse.

"What's wrong, is he dead?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry" she said. "He's not waking up"

Draco felt the whole world collapse. He wasn't waking up.

"I think it's time we start bringing family in"

Draco looked at her numbly, this was it. There was nothing left. He had hoped and prayed and believed and it was all for nothing because he wasn't waking up. But he wasn't dead Draco thought. Maybe he could still do something. Maybe there was a little chance left.

"Of course," Draco said softly meeting Madam Pomfrey's eyes. "Of course, start bringing in people. Let them say goodbye. I'll be in the library."

Madam Pomfrey gave him a watery smile. "I'll come and get you if anything changes" she said.

Draco said nothing. He just waited for them to leave. One more book. Just one more book. He will find something to fix Harry. He had to.

                                                                                                                                              

Hermione

They brought the Weasley's in first. She wasn't surprised, in the end they were the closet thing he had to a family. She couldn't look them in the eyes. She didn't think she would be able to stop the tears if she did.

Mrs Weasley was the first to walk in. As soon as she saw Harry lying motionlessly in the bed she burst into tears.

"Why?" she wailed. "I can't lose another son" so collapsed into a heap on the ground and Mr Weasley sunk down next to her. Her sobs echoed through the room. She couldn't remember ever hearing someone sound so heartbroken. She couldn't remember being so heart broken.

"Why weren't we informed?" Mr Weasley asked as he wrapped his wife in a hug. "Why didn't anyone tell us?" his voice was getting louder and louder turning into a yell. "WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOLD!"

Madam Pomfrey covered her mouth with her hand. Tears rolling down her cheeks and leaving massive splotches on her uniform. "I'm so sorry" she cried. "I wanted to tell you but he didn't wish for anyone to know. I'm so, so sorry"

They crowded around the bed. Hermione couldn't stand to watch it. The sobs and the heartbreak. They already had lost so much and now they were losing even more. Hermione couldn't sit there and watch it all unfold. She just couldn't. So she stood up and ran.

                                                                                                                                           

Ron

He couldn't believe it. His best mate had been dying and he hadn't even noticed. He had been so wrapped up in his own head that he didn't even see the signs. It had become oh so very clear, why Harry had only gotten worse, why he had said all that stuff to Ron. Suddenly it just made sense.

Ron hated himself. He never got to say goodbye. Never got to say that he understood Harry and that he wasn't mad. He missed his chance.

People piled in around the beds, all of them wanting to say goodbye. Neville, Dean, Seamus, Luna even Hagrid had made it back, he was blowing his nose on a rag the size of a blanket. They had all came to say goodbye to their friend, to a hero and something broke in Ron. They were all here to say goodbye.