Sorry for keeping you waiting so long... I suffered SEVERELY from writers-block... *Sigh* Also it's like really hot here, so it's hard to think... AND I've been checking my Inbox about a thousand times lately... still waiting for my Pottermore Welcome-Email here...

So just in case you forgot what happened last time... : Quinn and Rachel got into a bitch-fight over Finn. Artie broke up with Tina and is now with Britney. Sue and Mr. Schuester agreed to cooperate for once (weird, I know) and Kurt finally met someone who has potential to be his boyfriend. and that's what you missed on Glee!

tehehehe, couldn't help myself ^^ sorry!

Enjoy!

We lay there for about half an hour: Half an hour of blissful ignorance of the world, just us in our happy little bubble, when reality caught up with us in form of an owl, pecking on your window.
You had groaned, I had rolled my eyes, but that wouldn't solve our problem, so you had gotten to your feet, thrown my cloak around your shoulders and opened the window. The barn owl had soared in, dropped a letter on the floor and swooped out again.
I remember that we were both staring at the letter for several minutes. We recognized the emerald ink and the handwriting instantly. It came from Minerva. The other events that had taken place the night before caught up with us.
Crammed on a small piece of parchment were hasty words of thanks for your help the night before and the date of the funeral. I was sure an identical letter would be waiting for me at my place.
I never got to verify my assumption, since you wouldn't let me leave that day, or the next. I wasn't sorry about that though. Being in your company was the best distraction I could've asked for. Not once in the three days between that night and Dumbledore's funeral did I really think about his death. It seemed like a triviality, it just slipped into the background of my thoughts. You, being there, warm and soft in my arms was the only thing that really mattered.
But of course the funeral brought it all back to the foreground of my mind. My thoughts went down into a devastating spiral of pain, fear, sorrow and doubt on that day. The only thing that kept me sane was your hand in mine.

Each time I was close to losing it, I felt you move next to me, or caught sight of your pink hair and calmed down again. Simply by being there next to me you managed to show me that there was a reason to go on, something to fight for.
Each time a dark thought entered my mind it was pushed back by a memory involving you, soothing the pain in my soul.
Each time I looked over at you during the ceremony, your eyes were fixed on the white table in the front, not once on that day did I see a tear on your face. Your strength was admirable and it helped me to get through the whole ordeal.
Every single one of those little things seemed to make the next step I had to take clearer in my mind.

Ignoring the fact that it was wrong, twisted, selfish and what not, I decided to return to the room I had lived in at that time and fetch the small, midnight-blue, velvet box that had been hibernating in my suitcase since my mother gave it to me. I never intended to retrieve it from the bottom of my trunk. I never even considered the possibility, that there might someday be someone I'd retrieve it for. But even in my darkest, most desperate hours of need I couldn't bear the thought of selling the thin, silver ring that was my mother's silent reminder that everyone had the potential for happiness.

That's all for today.

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