Percy

When night finally arrived it brought a full moon with it that I watched from the window ledge. I pulled my eyes away from it and looked at the picture I was holding. It was of me, Oliver, and Marcus on the train. We looked happy to be together.

Silent tears trickled down my cheeks. My heart ached so much as tears fell from my eyes, staining my clothes. I looked over at Oliver as he slept. I never knew if he kept his picture or if Marcus ever kept his own copy.

I had been so angry that neither of them had said anything today. I thought my poem, which had made the day more difficult, would do something, but it made it much more painful for all of us. It was my fault we all had to carry such pain over the years.

I looked back at the picture and realized what a fool I'd been. Everyone thinks I'm so intelligent, but if I was I would have said something and I would have stopped this from happening. Oliver was right to blame me, it was all fault. I should have made Marcus switch houses. It didn't matter which house, but as long as it wasn't Slytherin. I should have made him leave his family; my family's poor, but I could have taken him in.

I should have said something when were all in the courtyard. I could have fixed this. I was scared, but Gryffindor's about being brave. How did I even get in this house?

When Oliver had cried before, he had admitted to still loving Marcus. I never said it, but I still loved him as well. I always had and I still did. Even when he insulted me, I still loved Marcus. But it was very painful to endure, to love someone like Marcus. It's always hard to love someone, in any kind of love, if you can't be with them.

I looked at the picture a moment and then looked out the window, asking God in a whisper so the others could not here me, "Please, help us."