stages of denial

ch 10

over the course of the next few days isabel pondered over her conversation with dumbledore.

"she was my wife." the words stuck in her mind like the lyrics to a song that was constantly on the radio.

but the words that buried deep within her were, "her own scream."

clara was killed from her own power being overbearing and isabel feared deeply that this is what she would come to.

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"harry, can i borrow you?" isabel smiled softly at ginny who was seated next to him.

"yeah of course." he pressed his lips against ginny's forward before following isabel out of the great hall.

the two walked silently into the hallway, isabel's hands tangled nervously as she thought over how to put into words what she was ready to tell him.

"you remember when i was in the hospital wing?" her eyes lingered on the floor anxiously.

"yeah, bad night for all of us." he huffed sadly.

"i think i'm ready to talk about what happened." she spoke hesitantly.

"i'm ready to listen." he nodded, finding a seat in the windowsill while gesturing for her to sit next to him.

"when i close my eyes, i get stuck in a nightmare, a looped nightmare, that's been happening for over two years." she rested her hands on her lap.

"that's horrible isabel." he shook his head, genuinely feeling bad for the girl that sat in front of him.

"that's not all," a breath caught in her throat, "i see someone's death, over and over, in countless ways." her eyes refused to fall on him.

"you have to witness someone's death when you simply want to sleep?" his heart sank in sorrow for her.

"harry, i have to see your death.. when i simply want to sleep." a small tear had tumbled down her cheek as the words left her mouth.

he lost his words, his eyes sinking to the floor, "but it doesn't mean anything, right, it's just a nightmare?"

"dumbledore thinks," she sighed softly, " i could be a banshee, someone that predicts death."

"so he thinks," harry's breath hitched, "that you're predicting my death?" he stood up from his seat, looking down at her.

"and both you just thought keeping it to yourselves was a good idea?" his voice raised with a shaky base.

"harry-" her hand reached up to comfort him but was quickly pushed away.

"don't!" his eyes flared, "you're sick, both of you, sick in the head!" his steps sounded loudly as he stormed back into the great hall.

isabel found herself drenched in tears, slowly bringing her knees to her chest.

she wanted to be mad at him for having a poor reaction, but how could she? she had just told him she has been witnessing his death for two years.

what was the right way to react to that?

A/N: another chapter coming probably tonight, do you think harry shouldve reacted different, leave a comment!!