"Thank God," I let out a long sigh, hugging Harry close.
"It wasn't Mad Eye. It was Crouch Jr. The whole time he tried to give me hints so I'd get to the portkey and face Voldemort," Harry explains.
My face goes slack. "Bloody hell!" I exclaim. "He must be sent to Azkaban!"
Harry nods, still holding onto my waist. "I'm just glad you're okay too," he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
I laugh, though my chest feels heavy. "I wasn't in any danger, Harry."
"Still," he mumbles, letting me go, "I'm glad you're safe. How about Ron and Hermione? Are they alright?"
I simply nod. He breathes a sigh of relief, and begins to walk away.
"Wait," I say, grabbing his hand.
"Hmm?" Harry asks, turning back around.
I pause for a moment, then say, "I think I need to take a break from school after all of this. I just can't-"
He squeezes my hand. "I know," he whispers. "Just stay strong. I'll miss you so much."
Harry steps forward, cupping my cheek with his hand. Leaning forward, he leaves a kiss on my cheek, and I feel my body tingling even as he walks away.
"I love you," I whisper, but he doesn't hear. He's already gone.
