Dear Diary

Chapter 12 - Okay, life REALLY sucks now...

Dear Diary,

It's time.

Time for someone close to my heart (that sounds so cheesy).

It's Dumbledore's time.

That morning, I wake up and remember it straight away.

He's gonna die. But he has to.

I get dressed into my robes, and stroll down to the Great Hall where I see Seamus eating some toast.

Did I mention that they only serve white bread? At home I'm so used to grainy bread I had to adapt to white stuff. It's horrible!

Anyway, I could see Seamus sitting there and waving to me, honey dripping from his toast to his plate.

I sit down next to him and take a slice of toast. I smear blueberry jam on it and take a bite. It's delicious.

"Remember we've got Potions today," says Seamus.

I completely forgot about schoolwork.

"Um... do we even have to do school today? I mean, I really can't be bothered at the moment, with that whole thing about Dum- I mean, someone dying... can I pull a sickie?"

"What's a sickie?"

"Modern term for 'I can't be bothered, I'll just pretend I'm sick.'"

"Huh, Muggles don't come up with the weirest things after all!"

"Who said they did?"

"Erm... no-one," he laughs.

He gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves. "See ya later."

"Yeah, see you."

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At Potions, Snape looks even paler than usual, and when we have to cast a spell for something, he drops his wand a few times.

He was nervous about killing him then.

He also looks at me a couple of times with that look.

The look of 'yeah, I don't want to kill him but I really don't want to.'

I wouldnt want to either, Severus. But think on the bright side! You get to be Headmaster!

I suppose. How're you doing this?

Belle taught me how to mind speak.

Okay then.

You'll be fine.

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I dont want to be there when it happens.

I want to be with Seamus, crying into his shoulder, he would support me through this. And if he was sad, I'd help him through.

Snape didn't give us homework. But it doesn't matter.

Nothing really matters.

I don't eat for the rest of the day, even though I'm always hungry.

I curl up on the common room couch and fall asleep.

I dream of that moment... Dumbledore falling off the balcony.

I feel like I'm falling, and wake up with a jolt.

I can't bear it anymore.

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Seamus's POV

I come out of my dorm where I find Sydney curled up on the couch. Tears are streaming down her face. she's taken her glasses off. She looks so... different.

She must be really sad about this death.

Maybe it's me who dies.

Merlin's beard, am I going to die?

Surely not. How would I die?

I guess I'll have to wait and see.

"Hey, you okay Sam?" I say.

She sniffs. "Yeah, I'm just over this. The time is stretching out and I can't bear it anymore."

She sits up, wipes under her eyes with the back of her hand and puts her glasses back on.

I sit next to her. "Hey, it's okay. I'll be right here for you... unless it's me who dies..."

"No, it's not you, I'm absolutely certain of it. Can I tell you?"

"If you want," I say.

"Well, he's old... really old..."

'Oh..." I pause, realising who it is. "Not Dumbledore?"

She nods.

I had a feeling which I could never have at any other time. It was a bit of angry, a heap of sad, and confusion.

"Why Dumbledore though?"

"Well, I'm going to quote Belle and say 'hey, all good characters die because theyre either shot or hit with a spell. That's why Harry dies of old age.' So J.K Rowling had to make some of the good characters die, or it wouldn't be interesting."

"Does that mean I'm gonna get shot?" I laugh.

She does a playful punch on my shoulder. "No."

I kiss her on the cheek and then cuddle her. 'It will be alright."

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Sydney's POV

I didn't want to write down what actually happened because a) you already know what happens and b) I can't find the right words.

Basically, Dumbledore has passed on.

You probably want to know what I was doing durring it.

No, I was NOT making out with Seamus. Why do you guys always think that?

I was with McGonagall, actually, telling her what was happening.

About Dumbledore and my life.

Seamus was sitting right beside me the whole time.

I describe to her how Dumbledore was going to die, then I explain my life story.

I describe it in exquisite detail.

I also told her who's life I'm going to save.

McGonagall is intrigued by all of this.

"Why did you not tell me all of this before?"

"I wanted to wait until Dumbledore died."

"Well... is there anyone else who knows about this?"

Seamus puts up his hand as if he were in class.

"Mr Finnigan?"

"He's my... boyfriend." I say reluctantly. "I had to tell him."

"I congratulate you. On having a boyfriend. You're lucky at this age, you don't get too many good ones like this too often." She winks at Seamus.

He tries to wink back but it ends up failing.

I laugh.

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Boom!

Finally!

That was good to finally update.

My first Seamus's POV! Some more will be happening soon...

The end is (sort of) near!

And some new charcters and one-shots will be added!

Thanks! Vote, comment, etc

~Sydney