Harry’s POV:

The next morning, Dumbledore held an assembly for everyone to go to the Great Hall. I skipped it, as I didn’t want to be around people. Dumbledore understood, it was in memory for Cedric anyway, and knew it would be hard on me.

Draco stayed with me. I didn’t know how but I wanted to bring up his father. I don’t know if he could ever do something like that to me, making me fall for his trick of his dad only allowing us to be together because his dad needed me for this, to prove he was always loyal. I didn’t know where to start.

We were in the common room, the Gryffindor Common Room. I was laying down on one of the couches, my head in his lap as he sat down. He ran his fingers through my head and looked down at me fondly.

“Draco…we need to talk.” He hummed and met my eyes. If it weren’t for the circumstances, I would have melted into his eyes and found them comforting but right now, I don’t know how to feel. “Your father…have you talked to him since last night?”

“I sent an owl. Told him the Diggory boy passed and that you were attacked. I didn’t know it was Voldemort until after the whole Barty thing… I heard you, I just wasn’t really sure since no one has seen him in years… I should have believed you but I didn’t so he doesn’t know who did it. Haven’t heard back from him though. Why do you ask?”

“There isn’t really an easy way to say this…but your father… he was there, that night.”

Draco shifted so I sat up. I looked down at my legs once I sat in the seat properly. Draco looked at me confused and sad. “What do you mean he was there?”

“I didn’t tell you what happened because I was scared. I didn’t know how you would react and I need you to not lash out-”

“Not lash out!? You just accused my father of being there to watch you get attacked! Of course I’m going to lash out! I get it! You never liked my father but that’s no reason to make things up!”

Draco was now standing up and hovering over me. “I heard him! I heard him say your fathers name… please, Draco just calm down.”

“NO! You didn’t hear it right then!”

“Draco…”

Draco groaned and walked to the door. “Stay away from me, Potter. I don’t want you to be near me… I don’t date people who say horrible things about my father. He may not be the nicest but he wouldn’t do that… not to someone who I love- thought I loved…”

I cried once Draco left. I cried until Hermione and Ron came back and I told them everything. They told me that Dumbledore was going to cancel the rest of the school year and that we would have good grades for the rest of the year in memory of Cedric.

I went to the dorm to pack my bags. I was the last one still there. I was siitting on a bed when Dumbledore walked in.

“I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year, by accident of course. I put you in terrible danger this year, Harry, I'm sorry.”

“Professor, when I was in the graveyard there was a moment... um... when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected.”

“Priorium Contatum. You saw Cedric that night, didn't you? They reappeared.” Harry nods.

“I was wondering… why didn’t I see my parents… wouldn’t they want to make themselves known?”

Dumbledore looked uneasy before answering. “No spell can reawaken the dead Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy. But remember this, you have friends here. You're not alone.”

Once I finished packing my bags, I went to the courtyard where everyone was saying their goodbyes. There's a large crowd gathered, the pupils are going home.

Viktor Krum gave Hermione a kiss and handed her some paper. “Write to me. Promise.”

“Bye.”

I gagged as a joke when Krum walked away, causing Hermione to smack my arm. We walked up to Ron after. The french sisters approach him, they both in turn give him a kiss on the head.

“Au revoir, Ron.”

I smile softly. The Beauxbatons girls leave in uniform, the crowd applauds. The Durmstrang boys leave too, shaking hands as they go.

“Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?” Ron asks with a laugh.

“No.” Hermione answers, laughing as well.
I turned to look at Ron and Hermione and agree. “No, I don't think so. But that’s the fun of it, being here with you both and having the most chaotic times every year.”

I look over at Draco. His father was standing next to him. His father was smirking at me while Draco looked at me with sympathy. Hermione grabbed my arm and directed my attention to her.

“Everything's going to change now, isn't it?”

“Yes.” I answer.

“Promise you'll write this summer. Both of you.”

“Well I won't.” Ron says bluntly. Hermione glared and he put his hands up in defense. “You know I won't!”

“Harry will, won't you?”

“Yeah. Every week.” I agree, easily. We look over the balcony, the flying horses pulling a carriage head off into the distance. The Bulgarians' ship goes underwater. I look over my shoulder and see Draco being pulled off by his parents. I then feel Remington and Emerson grab my arms.

“Don’t look so sad, Potter. We are going to have a nice summer. I promise.”

“It’s not summer yet.” I laugh.

“No, but we can act like it! We’re going to have a party for my birthday at home. You have to come!”

“You got it.” I laugh.

“Good… Draco’s going to be there but don’t worry, you don’t have to talk.”

“That’s okay.” I say with a smile.

Remington smiled happily and looked over at Hermione and Ron. “You both have to come too. I’ll drag you over if I have to.

“Will there be food?”

Remington stared at Ron like he said the most illogical thing ever. “Is that even a question?”

“Count me in!” Ron smiled.

Hermione nods and smiles. “I’ll be there. And I’ll be making sure he doesn’t forget.”

“Good. Let’s go home.”