I walked a short way from Harry-Potter- so he wouldn't see I was following him. He ran into the Forbidden Forest, I paused, not sure if I should continue. I didn't want to be caught stalking him. No not stalking. Just a walk only one of us knew about. I thought. After a few moments I followed him knowing that the giant spiders and centars lived in a different part of the forest. I saw a Thestral walk past. I decided to follow it, soon we were near a clearing. I gasped, H-Potter was leaning against a large oak tree. The Thestral continued walking, I didn't I couldn't. H-Potter didn't want to see me anyway. Harry hears the Thestral coming up behind him and turns around with his wand raised. He's eyes widened. I was confused, Harry had faced way worse than this before. Why was he scared of a Thestral? He had been able to see then since fourth year. Then Ha-Potter whipped around facing away from me. H-Potter backed away, I tried to see what he was seeing, but there was nothing TO see. I took a couple steps forward. “Dragon?” Harry whispered. I froze, I felt like I had no insides. I hadn’t heard Harry say that word in months. In fact I haven't heard Harry say anything! Every time I saw him he was staring into the distance. Even in class he wouldn’t say the word ‘Dragon’. Harry wasn’t facing me so he couldn’t be talking TO me. Could he? Harry walked forward a bit nervously. Like he was uncertain anything was there. As he should be, I thought, Because there IS nothing there. His eyes widened and his mouth took the shape of a kiss. Harry slouched, muttering “Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.” I almost shouted “Harry! You’re bleeding!” But I didn’t. I couldn’t let anyone know I was there, but I didn’t need to yell because Har-Potter realized a second later. Even though he was the one causing it he seemed surprised he was bleeding. He whipped it up with his sleeve and walked away. I sighed and stepped into the clearing. I reached out and pet the Thestrals head. I paused again and walked to the place Potter had been standing. There was an imprint in the grass of his feet. I stepped onto them, for some reason it made me feel a bit closer to him like he was with me. Then I saw the blood that had dripped down his sleeve and felt a burn in my eyes. I dried them and looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one was, but I couldn’t stop crying. Harry had hurt himself because of me. I didn’t know how but I knew it was my fault, I could feel it. I turned and walked towards the lake. Running to the worst people the world could offer right now.