Crying Eye
written by Louisa S R W
The way depression found me
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
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563
CHAPTER 4
Chapter 4
She had been convinced to go. Convinced that it was the right thing to do, the right place to be. She didn’t want the be there but the words “For Cedric” were ringing in her hears. It was the last day of term and she took a spot on the Gryffindor table. She wanted to be as far from Harry as she could but it looked as though he’d been persuaded to go as well. For once there were no smiles, no end of year cheers. Instead banners with Cedric’s face hung from the ceiling. She clung to her wrists, almost tearing the skin off of them.
Don’t say anything, she thought. Do it for Cedric.
She had never seen her friends eat so little and so slowly. She looked over to Fleur at the Ravenclaw table. She didn’t seem to be eating either. They nodded at eachother their mutual dislike passing. It seemed that Fleur was feeling a great deal of pain too. But she had been right at the centre of it. Had been a competitor just like him. It could just have well been her.
She either didn’t listen or didn’t want to listen to what the other students were saying. She didn’t care what they thought about her, about her relationship. About her grief. She did however, catch the words Moody, Crouch and Polyjuice. It seemed that Professor Moody wasn’t Moody at all but Barty Crouch Jnr under Polyjuice potion. She couldn’t take it. It was all too much.
She said goodbye to the Durmstrang Students as they left in their ship and the Beauxbatons as they left in their carriage. Somehow it felt like empty gestures. She was only doing it to be polite. Had she made friends? Not really. The Beauxbatons students, she found highly annoying and over the top and the Durmstrang students were, empty headed.
She was swiftly sent off before the train had even left the station to her summer residence. She felt as though it took more energy to be human than it did an animal. So that’s what she did. Padfoot was there in the bedroom just behind hers. She decided to take on her puppy form.
Hours past, days past. On the slowest, hottest summer. She usually went to Leanne’s house, to Cedric’s to the Weasley’s she didn’t. She stayed upstairs. Went downstairs. Looked out of the window. Laid on the bed. She cried. She counted. 8 days, 9 days, 12 days all without Cedric.
Padfoot tried his best to cheer her up, took her to the park, got her an ice-cream. This did nothing. In the end he decided that he should contact Severus Snape. Desperate times, he thought to himself. He wasn’t the sort of person he wanted arriving at the house but he did what he thought was right. When Severus turned up, he was later than Sirius had hoped. He explained the whole situation. The eating, the sleeping, the screaming. Severus sat in the kitchen, a knowing look on his face. The same as before Sirius. I’ve seen it. It was the same with Severina.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” said Sirius.
“I thought, I hoped, it would be different.” came the reply.
“what do we do?”
“wait”
Severus walked up to the fourth floor and found Louisa looking out of a window. He thought he’d left her enough time but clearly it was not enough.
Don’t say anything, she thought. Do it for Cedric.
She had never seen her friends eat so little and so slowly. She looked over to Fleur at the Ravenclaw table. She didn’t seem to be eating either. They nodded at eachother their mutual dislike passing. It seemed that Fleur was feeling a great deal of pain too. But she had been right at the centre of it. Had been a competitor just like him. It could just have well been her.
She either didn’t listen or didn’t want to listen to what the other students were saying. She didn’t care what they thought about her, about her relationship. About her grief. She did however, catch the words Moody, Crouch and Polyjuice. It seemed that Professor Moody wasn’t Moody at all but Barty Crouch Jnr under Polyjuice potion. She couldn’t take it. It was all too much.
She said goodbye to the Durmstrang Students as they left in their ship and the Beauxbatons as they left in their carriage. Somehow it felt like empty gestures. She was only doing it to be polite. Had she made friends? Not really. The Beauxbatons students, she found highly annoying and over the top and the Durmstrang students were, empty headed.
She was swiftly sent off before the train had even left the station to her summer residence. She felt as though it took more energy to be human than it did an animal. So that’s what she did. Padfoot was there in the bedroom just behind hers. She decided to take on her puppy form.
Hours past, days past. On the slowest, hottest summer. She usually went to Leanne’s house, to Cedric’s to the Weasley’s she didn’t. She stayed upstairs. Went downstairs. Looked out of the window. Laid on the bed. She cried. She counted. 8 days, 9 days, 12 days all without Cedric.
Padfoot tried his best to cheer her up, took her to the park, got her an ice-cream. This did nothing. In the end he decided that he should contact Severus Snape. Desperate times, he thought to himself. He wasn’t the sort of person he wanted arriving at the house but he did what he thought was right. When Severus turned up, he was later than Sirius had hoped. He explained the whole situation. The eating, the sleeping, the screaming. Severus sat in the kitchen, a knowing look on his face. The same as before Sirius. I’ve seen it. It was the same with Severina.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” said Sirius.
“I thought, I hoped, it would be different.” came the reply.
“what do we do?”
“wait”
Severus walked up to the fourth floor and found Louisa looking out of a window. He thought he’d left her enough time but clearly it was not enough.
