You would think that I would be taken to St Mungo’s. No, I’m more complicated.

I have a muggle heart, a magical heart and a special heart.

I don’t know what they gave me, I don’t know who helped me but over the next week I was given specialist help from “cousins”. I was on the mend but my heart became a sore topic. Every time I got sick; I would have extra medicine for my heart. Every time I visited people my uncle would mention it to their parents as something to look out for and I always carried a potion of his own creation labelled “just in case”.

The best and most important medicine? Cedric. I was scheduled to go to his house but I went a bit sooner than expected. I don’t care why. As it turned out it was the perfect remedy for my heart. Just a hug and kiss from him and it was like a weight being lifted. This to me was a sign of things returning back to normal. To the way they should be. As always, these things are never to last.

I was pulled back from Cedric’s house, I didn’t get to go to The Burrow, which I always look forward to. Instead my uncle kept me with him after that. Not only had I been weakened but now an ex-Death Eater had escaped Azkaban prison. Life was not fun. I got a really nice owl from Mrs Weasley though hoping that I got better soon. I assumed the Diggory’s had given them an explanation. We went between Cokeworth and Knockturn Alley as my uncle couldn’t guarantee which would be safer. He also wouldn’t let me far from his sight. I think he blamed himself. Why I don’t know. In Knockturn Alley there were loads of posters up about the “known murderer Sirius Black” I didn’t trust a word. When you come from my family, you learn not to listen. Most of what you read is slander anyway. I got my books and equipment very early and went to school. Seems that the Weasleys went on holiday too to Egypt. Sounded more fun than a broken heart.

I wasn’t allowed on the Hogwarts Express that year. I ended up spending a lot of time with Helena Ravenclaw, waiting for the others to arrive. I have never known time pass so slowly. I continued to send owls to everyone, Cedric, Leanne, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Percy. It was only Harry that never seemed to reply, but I don’t think his family liked it much.

Finally, everyone was back at school. I don’t know it my uncle had been sent an owl or something because it felt as
though I was being treated like a glass statue by professors and my friends. What mattered most was we were all together. The worst part was telling them what had happened. They tried to cheer me up but none of them managed to do it. I told them that I was so worried that I was going to end up just like my father. Unable to love. In the end it was George that managed to free me from my cage. He told me that if I am worrying about it then there is no way that I could ever be like him. Sometimes a great crisis has to come along before you realise how close you are to someone. I realised that the whole of the Weasley family know my better than I thought. I saw them as brothers and a sister, not just best friends. I sent owls to Molly and Arthur to let them know I was ok.

Looking back, whatever the reason was for breaking my heart. It gave me the strength to continue on. It helped me. I always look at this moment as the reason I was able to deal with the death of my uncle, father and best friends.
Could he have done it better? yes of course. But I am Stronger, wiser and ready to keep growing.