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26.

Harry's POV

I returned to Hogwarts with Cedric's lifeless body in my arms.

We also found out that Moody wasn't Moody. 

He was actually Crouch Jr.

Voldemort is back.

Draco is in the infirmary.

Apparently he had a "seizure".

Ron won't stop crying or leave his bed.

Cedric's dad is a sobbing mess.

I don't know what to say or do.

I don't know how to handle the guilt or how to deal with everyone's emotions.

I don't know how to cope with his death.

Or the fact that he threw his life, foolishly away, just for me.

I couldn't blame Draco, but I was tempted.

If he had helped me-

But he said he couldn't.

But he said he would protect me.

But he didn't.

Can I even trust him?

My head was killing me and the urge to vomit was increasing.

"Harry?"

I shook my head at the person talking to me. "Please leave me alone."

"But-"

"Please. I want to be alone."

"...ok."

I rubbed my temples before looking up to see Hermione's retreating form, her head lowered in defeat. Blaise watched her approach him quietly before looking up at me sympathetically. 

His eyes were understanding but commanding. 

He wanted me to check on Draco.

And I wanted to break Draco's neck for not helping.

I sighed before leaving my spot in the dining hall.

It had been only a couple of hours or so since the world fell on my shoulders.

If I thought I had been pressured to fulfill my destiny before, It was really crushing me now.

Everyone watched me leave, my lack of an appetite explicit to the public.

I made it to the infirmary and walked towards the unconscious blonde who was separated from the main area by a curtain.

The quietness in my head was comfortable considering that he had shut me out so much recently.

"Congratulations, Draco." I sighed as I fixed his hair before sitting down next to his sleeping form. "You've gotten what you asked for." I gently held his hand and kissed the back of his hand. "You want distance, I'll grant your wish."

I pressed my forehead against his knuckles. 

"Can you hear me?" I sniffed as tears fell down my cheeks. "You win."

I pulled away and gently released his hand, wiping away my tears.

You win.

I watched him quietly for some time until I dozed off.

The darkness in my mind was familiar.

"Harry."

"He's dead."