Shards of Glass

Shards of Glass

Gypsy Stone paced up and down the floor of the four bedroom flat, nervously chewing her fingernails and twirling her engagement ring. She had dark brown hair and blue eyes. Hermione Granger was perched on the edge of the couch, staring into space, her hands clasped together tightly. Gypsy stopped and glanced at the clock, then continued pacing.

"Gyp, stop pacing. You're making me nervous," Hermione said, coming out of her trance.

Gyp stopped abruptly and said stiffly, "Sorry." She walked over to the couch and sat down. The clock struck midnight. She tried to get up again, but Hermione grabbed the collar of her robes and pulled her back down on the couch.

"Honestly, just stay put."

Gyp nodded, then sighed. "You're right I guess."

Gyp absentmindedly pushed back a lock of her dark hair. She jumped as she heard a noise at the back door. "Harry? Ron?" she called.

There was a grunt. "Yeah, babe. It's me."

Twenty-year-old Harry walked in, looking tired and worn. He had a large cut on his arm, but he tried to hide it so Gypsy wouldn't worry. Ron walked in after him and looked in about the same state as Harry did. Hermione walked over to him and hugged him. "Ron, I'm so glad you're alright."

He kissed her. "I'm just tired, that's all."

Gyp walked over to Harry and saw him trying to cover up the gash on his arm. "What's that?"

"Just a small cut," Harry said dismissively. "Nothing serious."

"Harry! What happened?"

Ron and Hermione slipped off, wanting to leave the couple alone.

Harry sighed. "I got into a small brawl with a Death Eater."

Gyp sat down on the couch again, her face in her hands. She began to cry. "When we first started going out in fourth year, right after the Yule Ball, you told me that you would never get into trouble like this. But then, just soon after, you got into that thing with Voldemort at the end of the third task. First it's small, Harry, but what next? It won't be small next time. It will elevate into something bigger and bigger until...until..." She shuddered and started to sob.

Harry walked over to her and sat down, taking her face in his hands. "Look Gyp. I promised you I would be careful, didn't I? I will stick by that promise no matter what happens between me and those bloody Death Eaters." He brushed tears from her cheek. "Tomorrow is Ron's and my day off. We'll all go to Diagon Alley to do some shopping, okay? Will that take your mind off things?"

She looked up into his green eyes. "I guess. Oh, Harry, I'm so scared."

"Don't be." He embraced her and kissed her passionately. She sighed and kissed him back.

The next morning Gyp was the first one up. She had begun to make breakfast when Ron walked into the kitchen, still in his nightclothes. "What's for breakfast, cuz?"

She smiled. "Eggs and toast. It'll be ready in a minute. Why don't you go get changed? We're leaving right after breakfast."

Ron smirked. "Nah. I quite like waltzing around in my pajamas."

Gyp sighed, stifling a laugh. "Do as you wish."

Harry and Hermione walked into the kitchen. Harry had on Muggle jeans and nothing else at the moment, since he was always in the process of getting ready when breakfast was cooked.

"I thought I smelled something good," he said, walking over to the stove.

Gyp laughed. "Yeah." She kissed him on the cheek. "Morning."

"Good morning."

Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat down at the table as Gyp brought over the breakfast. The telephone that Hermione had installed rang and Ron jumped up to get it. It was always a source of entertainment for him. "Hello?" he asked in a happy voice. There was no answer. He repeated the hello again, but still no answer. He threw down the phone disgustedly. "Stupid Muggle contraption."

Harry laughed. "You'll get it one day, Ron."

Ron threw a sour look at the 'stupid Muggle contraption.' "If I could just throw it out of the window..."

"Oh, no," Hermione said sternly. "You already cursed the television. And destroyed the pager I got you."

Ron shrugged. "The phellyvision, or whatever you call it, was always saying something, and that pager thingy kept beeping."

Hermione sighed and buttered a piece of toast. Gyp sat down in between her cousin, Ron, and Harry.

"Hey, Ron? Heard anything from your mum? Is she going to be able to come to my wedding?" Gyp asked, beaming at her green-eyed fiancé.

"Yeah," Ron said thickly. "She's going to be able to come. She sent me an owl this morning."

"Good. What do you think, Harry? Who else should we invite?"

He shrugged. "Whoever you want, Gyp. I don't really care. Ron, you are going to be the best man, aren't you?"

Ron nodded. "Of course!"

The four finished their breakfast and put their dishes in the sink. Harry started walking down the hall to his bedroom. "Hang on. I have to put on a shirt, be right back."

Gyp laughed. "Why can't you just go without one?"

Harry shrugged. "I only show off to you. I don't want everyone else seeing me." He disappeared down the hall. Gyp smiled.

Ron walked down the hall too. "I have to go change."

So, Hermione and Gypsy were left in the living room, with a television that was still smoking from the curse Ron had put on it.

Gyp looked at Hermione. "What do you want to bet that they'll both get called in tonight?"

Hermione laughed. "I doubt it. It's their day off."

Gyp sighed. "But they always get called in on their days off, don't they?"

"Yeah I guess you're right," Hermione said.

Harry and Ron walked in, their robes billowing out behind them. "Ready?"

Gypsy smiled. "Sure."

The four walked down Diagon Alley. Harry and Ron disappeared into Quality Quidditch Supplies. Gyp and Hermione continued down the alley to the very end and walked into a small shop that sold wedding dresses. Hermione said she was going across to the shop on the other side of the alley and said she would meet her at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Gyp waved goodbye and stood alone in the small shop. She began looking around for a dress that interested her, but couldn't find one. She was about to leave when a woman with blonde hair walked over to her. "Can I help you?"

Gyp stared at her for a moment. "Mrs. Malfoy?"

Narcissa Malfoy smiled. "Yes. I guess you didn't think I would work, did you?"

"Well...actually...no," Gyp muttered. "Sorry."

"That's okay. I don't think anyone would expect any of the Malfoy women to work."

Gyp smiled. "Oh well."

Narcissa laughed. "You must be Gypsy. Draco always spoke about you."

"What did he say? Nothing bad I hope." Though in her head, she knew that he hated her and had said many bad things about her.

"Oh, he said you were very kind and pretty."

Gyp started. "He said what?"

Narcissa smiled again. "I know he was a bit of a brat, but he's grown out of it. You haven't seen him in a while."

"I know. It's been three years." Gyp said. "How is he? You do know that I dated him before I did Harry?"

She nodded. "Yes I do know that. He has become an Auror."

"Oh, really? Harry never mentioned him."

Narcissa smiled. "Enough about old times. You must have come in here for a reason. When is the wedding?"

"Tomorrow," Gyp said, beaming. "I need a dress. I didn't find anything out here."

Narcissa smiled. "Hang on." She disappeared behind a curtain. She came back out again with a beautiful white dress; the bodice was encrusted with diamonds. "Here."

Gyp looked at the dress in awe. "Oh, no. I couldn't even begin to afford it..."

Narcissa looked at her. "I'm giving it to you. It was my wedding dress."

Gypsy looked at her like she was crazy. "A Malfoy giving a relative of the Weasleys something? I'm confused. Why?"

"I've always liked you. You always seemed like a daughter to me, since I don't have one. That's why I'm giving this dress to you."

Gyp began to reach for some money in her purse, but Mrs. Malfoy put a hand on her arm. "Don't worry about it."

Gypsy looked into her gray eyes. She nodded. "Thanks," she whispered.

Narcissa put the dress into a bag and handed it to her. "I do hope we see each other again." And with that, she disappeared into the back of the shop.

Gyp walked out again, feeling extremely stunned. How is it that a Malfoy would even think of being generous enough to give anyone, especially me, anything? She thought. She continued down the alley, heading towards the ice cream parlor.

When she arrived, she was greeted by a familiar voice. "Oy! Gyp! Over here!" Her cousins, Fred and George, were sitting with Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

She smiled as she took a seat at the table. "Hello. Did you two come out to shop too?"

"We came to see you four. We heard you were going to be out here," Fred said.

Hermione saw the bag Gyp was carrying. "Did you find a dress?"

Gyp nodded. "Yeah." She pulled it out of the bag.

"Wow, Gypsy," Harry said in an awed tone. "Where did you find that?"

She smiled. "Well, to tell you the truth, someone gave it to me."

"What?"

So Gypsy began to tell them the story of what had gone on the small wedding shop Mrs. Malfoy worked in. Ron scowled when she was finished. "How do you know that she didn't curse it and give it to you so your wedding would be ruined?"

"Oh, Ron," Gyp said. "Stop being so paranoid. She was really nice."

He opened his mouth to say something else, but Fred threw him a look and he kept his mouth shut.

After they had finished their ice cream, Fred and George said goodbye and left. Harry looked at his watch. "Er...Ron? We need to get back to the house...remember?"

Ron looked at him for a moment, and then nodded, understanding. "Right...C'mon Gyp and Hermione."

Hermione looked at Gypsy. "Do you know what they're doing?"

Gyp shrugged. "I'm just as clueless as you are."

Harry and Ron led Gyp and Hermione back to the house. "You guys go get ready," Harry said, heading towards his bedroom.

"Ready for what?" Gyp asked.

"Just go get dressed in something nice," Ron said.

"But..."

"Just go!"

Gyp turned to go to her bedroom and Hermione looked at her. "What is this all about?"

Gypsy shrugged. "Dunno."

She went in her bedroom and shut the door. So Draco's become an Auror? She thought as she walked into the bathroom that was in her room. She sat down at the stool that was in front of the sink and began brushing her long, dark hair. I never really thought he would become a Death Eater.

She twisted her hair up in an elegant bun and walked to her closet. She picked out a dress that was her mother's. She had been murdered along with her Muggle father by a horde of Death Eaters when Gypsy was about six. She was sent to live with her aunt and uncle, Molly and Arthur Weasley, until her fifth year, when she found out her father was Remus Lupin. Her mother had been married twice, because they had passed a law that forbade half-breeds to marry wizards. Her mother had been forced to get divorced from Remus.

She put the beautiful blue dress on and glanced at herself in the mirror. She looked exactly like her mother when she was that age. Gypsy sighed and wiped a stray tear from her eye. She missed her mother.

She put a little more makeup on and walked out of her bedroom. Harry was standing waiting for her. Hermione's arm was linked in Ron's. Harry walked over to Gypsy. "You look beautiful." He softly kissed her.

"Thanks."

The group arrived at a small, posh restaurant. Gyp suddenly remembered it was she and Harry's anniversary, having been dating for six years. He motioned to her to follow him inside. He talked to the hostess, a sixteen-year-old girl that seemed very taken with Harry. She smiled and giggled when he looked at her.

"Er," said Harry, "I need two tables."

The girl beamed. "Sure!"

She led them to two tables in the back of the restaurant and motioned for them to sit down. "There you go. I'll be back for you." She said, directing the last statement at Harry. She giggled again and walked off.

Harry scowled. "I always hate it when girls giggle."

Gyp was also scowling. "Mine. You are mine, not hers."

Harry laughed. "It's okay. She won't ever be taking me away from you."

Harry pulled out a black velvet box. It looked as though it held jewelry. Gyp gasped when she saw what was on the inside. It was a necklace, with a small amber stone on a pendant.

"Oh, Harry! It's beautiful. Thank you!" Gypsy exclaimed.

He smiled. "Your welcome." He kissed her cheek across the table. "Happy anniversary."

"You too."

Gypsy noticed Ron and Hermione for the first time. They were sitting at a separate table, a little ways from her and Harry's table.

Harry and Gypsy enjoyed the rest of their meal, talking about old times. They had almost gotten through the meal without a single mention of Harry's work, but Gypsy brought it up. "You don't have to work tonight, do you? It is your day off, after all."

Harry looked at his plate. "I wasn't going to tell you...I was just going to slip off tonight after you went to bed and be back before morning. I didn't want to worry you."

"Harry Potter! I cannot believe you!! You always tell me everything. Or do you?" Gypsy said.

Harry sighed. "Can you blame me for not telling you? You nearly have a heart attack when I'm gone and when I get back you cry. It really tears me up inside. I couldn't bear to see it again. So, I decided to leave when you were asleep and be back before you woke up."

Gyp looked at him. "I guess you're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Harry smiled. "It's okay. I just...I mean, it's just horribly hard for me to see you crying. Like I said, I hate being the one making you cry. I just hate it."

Gypsy rested a hand on his arm. "Harry, you know it's not you that's making me cry. I just get so worried. But don't worry about it."

Harry seemed to have resolved a conflict going on in his mind. "I'm not going to work tonight. I'll stay home with you."

Gypsy smiled. "Thanks, baby."

Harry and Gypsy sat in the living room. Gypsy had her head on Harry's shoulder and he had his head on hers. The fire burned low the dim light cast monstrous shadows against the wall. A phone ring cut through the silence in the room. Gypsy jumped up to get it. "Hello?"

An angry voice sounded from the other end of the phone. "Gyp? Hey, it's Bill. Is Harry there?"

"Yeah. Hang on."

She handed the phone over to Harry. Harry looked at her. "Hello?"

From the other end of the phone erupted angry yells coming from Bill. Harry looked at the phone, taken aback. "Alright! I'm going, I'm going! I'll be down there in a few minutes, Bill. Shoot, don't yell so much." Harry threw the phone down like a poisonous spider. "Bill wants me to come to work. You do know that everyone at Gringotts got called off their regular jobs to help fight the Death Eaters and Voldemort?"

She shook her head. "I didn't know that. Great, so now my cousin is in danger as well as my fiancé. Wonderful."

Harry hugged her. "Don't worry, Gyp. You know I'll be careful."

Gypsy nodded, trying not to cry. "Right...well, see you."

Harry smiled. "Okay. Goodnight." He embraced her in a long and passionate kiss. The two fell back onto the couch.

A loud whoosh! came from the fireplace, and Bill Weasley stood there looking very impatient. &ldqu;I thought this would happen. It always happened with my girlfriend." He walked quickly over to the couch and yanked Harry off Gypsy. "C'mon, Harry. We gotta go. If I hadn't come over, you probably be another hour getting to work."

Harry flushed. "Sorry..."

Bill smiled. "Don't worry about it. I know how you feel. Actually, it was Dad that walked in when I was making out with my girlfriend.... It was horribly humiliating. He wouldn't stop taunting me for a month..."

Harry smirked. "Great job...don't we need to go?"

"Oh, right....Yeah let's go."

Harry gave Gypsy a kiss on the cheek and walked out the door after Bill. Gypsy flounced down on the couch knowing that her cousin would take care of her love.

A breathless Hermione roughly shook Gypsy awake. "Gyp!! Gyp, wake up! The wedding...it starts in an hour!"

Gypsy shot up and looked at her clock. It was ten o'clock. "Eeek! Hermione, why didn't you wake me up before?"

"I was busy with other things! C'mon! Get a shower and I'll drive you to the church!"

Hermione ran out of the room and shut the door. Gypsy jumped into the shower, washed, and jumped out again. She threw on a pair of pants and a shirt underneath her robes and ran out the front door.

She hopped into the car Hermione had bought a few years back, and she swerved out of the driveway and raced down the road.

They arrived at the little church at about ten-thirty. Gypsy hurled herself out of the Mercedes and ran into the church, heading for the large dressing room especially reserved for weddings.

She flung open the door to the room and ran into the bathroom and began putting her makeup on as Hermione ran in. "Is it okay if I do your hair?" Hermione asked holding a brush out expectantly.

Gypsy nodded as she finished putting on her makeup. "Yeah. Hurry, though; we've only got ten minutes."

Hermione ripped the brush through Gypsy's hair with her shrieking, "Stop! Stop!"

Hermione continued, shaking her head. "Can't. Sorry. Got to go." Hermione finally finished with Gypsy's hair, twisting it into a bun, and letting a few wisps fall to the nape of Gypsy's neck. "Ready. Put the dress on."

Hermione walked out of the bathroom and Gypsy slipped into the beautiful wedding gown. She admired her reflection for a while then walked out of the bathroom. Hermione gasped when she saw Gypsy. "You look beautiful...."

Gypsy blushed. "Thanks. I have to go! See you!"

She tore out of the room and ran, her dress flying out behind her, to the sanctuary. She skidded to a halt right outside the sanctuary, trying to control her nerves. The "Here Comes the Bride" song began to play and Remus held out his arm, grinning. "Good luck," he whispered.

She nodded and walked down the aisle trying to control her happiness about spending the rest of her life with her beloved Harry.

And there he stood, he, Harry, Gypsy's Harry, in his tailored suit, a grin so huge plastered on his face that it almost seemed to disappear into his tousled hair that he had tried so vainly to make lie flat. She began walking faster, trying to get to him faster. She came upon the alter and stood in front of him. Mr. Weasley smiled and nodded, then took his place beside Mrs. Weasley.

Harry took Gypsy's hands in his and whispered, "Today--our wedding day--is the happiest day of my entire life."

Gypsy smiled. "Oh, Harry. Mine too."

She looked around at Ron, the best man, who was grinning happily at the pair. The preacher walked up to them and began the ceremony.

Gypsy stared into Harry's deep green eyes, getting lost in them. She remembered the first time they has met:

Gypsy had walked onto the train, following Ron, and had sort of roamed around looking for a seat. He has barged in on Harry asking him if they could sit in there with him because everywhere else was full. Harry has smiled and nodded. They introduced themselves and Harry introduced himself. Gypsy and Ron both gave startled gasps.

"Your Harry Potter?" Gypsy had asked.

He nodded. "Yeah."

Then Gypsy had looked back at Ron. He had just shaken his head. That was when Gypsy has fallen in love with Harry.

She was startled back to reality. Harry has just been asked to take his vows.

"Do you, Harry Potter, take Gypsy Stone as your lawfully wedded wife?" the preacher asked.

"I do."

The preacher turned to Gypsy. "Do you, Gypsy Stone, take Harry Potter as your lawfully wedded husband?"

Gypsy looked back into Harry's eyes. Those deep green eyes took away any doubt she might've had. Without another thought, she said the most important two words in her entire life; it would decide the fate of the rest of her life. "I do."

The preacher gave a smile. "Harry, you may kiss the bride."

Harry lifted Gypsy's veil. "I love you." He kissed her.

She smiled. She tossed her bouquet of flowers over her shoulder and Fred caught it looking extremely stunned. He looked at George who slapped him on the shoulder jovially. "Good job, mate! You'll be the next to get married!"

Gypsy smiled at them, then looked to Harry. He had a mischievous glint in his eye. He looked at her. "You ready to run down the aisle like crazed idiots?"

Gyp laughed. "Ready as I'll ever be."

She took Harry's hand and started racing down the aisle way. They flew out the doors of the little church and into a limo, so as not to disturb the Muggles that were wandering around outside the church. Though, when the two got into the limo, it was a lot larger from the inside. It had a hot tub, and a bar with a bartender even, and basically a whole library of books. The whole goal of the limo was to get Harry and Gypsy to the place where they were to have the wedding reception. It would have anti-Muggle shields all around, so when their gaze fell upon it, it would be nothing but a small house that said that any visitor getting anywhere near it would have the police hounding them in two seconds.

Gypsy laughed. "That was great! Fred caught my bouquet, did you see?"

"Yeah," Harry smirked. "I did."

Gypsy stared happily at her new husband. He was staring back at her with an insanely happy grin on his face. He had had the same look on his face when she had said yes to going out with him in their fourth year.

The limo arrived at the reception area much faster than a normal car would've. The place the reception was being held was beautifully decorated with white streamers and banners that said "Congrads!"

Harry climbed out of the limo, holding out a hand for his bride. Gypsy took it and together they walked into the reception.

Applause echoed through the room as Harry and Gypsy entered. The large white wedding cake stood in the middle of the room, waiting to be eaten. Gypsy walked toward the cake with Harry following. She cut a piece, but instead of actually feeding it to Harry, she shoved it into his face, laughing.

He swayed a little from the blow, looking dazed. He then cut a piece of cake and made a sweeping throw, sending the cake soaring into Gypsy's face. She laughed harder and Harry picked up a napkin and wiped the cake of Gyp's face.

He wiped off the cake on his own face and turned to find Mr. Weasley standing beside him. "We have something to give you." Mr. Weasley had a huge smile on his face. "Here."

He held out a piece of paper. Harry looked at it. "What...?" As he read the paper, he gave a loud whoop of joy, sounding like a fifteen year old. "Gypsy! Your uncle...he's bought us a house!"

Gypsy stared at Mr. Weasley. "You what? How did you manage...?"

Mr. Weasley smiled placidly. "I managed."

Harry picked Gypsy up and swung her around in his arms. "We have a house!"

She held her arms out like she was flying the threw them around Harry's neck and repeated, "We have a house!"

Ron walked over to him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Congrads, mate! Do you remember in fifth year when you and Gypsy got into a fight and broke up? You said you'd never marry and would never love her again."

Harry chuckled. "So much for that, eh?"

After the party, Gypsy and Harry were driven to a huge, fancy hotel and dropped off. They checked in, getting many smiling glances sent towards them. They headed up the elevator and into the wedding suite that had been reserved for them. Gypsy sprawled on the bed, smiling broadly to herself. "Harry! We're married!"

Harry laughed. "Yeah! I know."

Gypsy looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was eleven o'clock. Harry had stripped off his tux and was standing in his boxer shorts looking at himself in the mirror. Gypsy shoved him on her way to the bathroom. "I thought you loved me; not your reflection."

He started and blushed. "Sorry...kinda forgot you were in here."

Gypsy heaved a fake sigh. "You're gonna have to get used to that, now aren't you?"

She shut the door to the bathroom and took off the dress Mrs. Malfoy had given her. She stared at it, again pondering the question that had bothered her ever since she had been given the dress: Why had she given her this? She pushed the question to the back of her mind and pulled on a nightgown.

She came out of the bathroom and slipped into the bed. Harry did so also. "Our first night together--as husband and wife."

Gypsy kissed him. "Yeah. I love you."

"I love you too," Harry said.

Just as the two were about to fall asleep, the phone rang. Harry picked it up. "Hello?"

"Harry? It's Ron. They want us to come to work. It's extremely urgent. Can't wait."

"What?!" Harry positively yelled. "It's my wedding night! I can't come now!"

Gypsy had come out of her half-asleep stupor and was staring at Harry in a kind of wide-eyed horror. "They don't want you to come to work tonight, do they?"

"Alright, Ron. I'll see you in a minute." Harry hung up the phone, turning to Gyp. "They want me to come to work. Why don't you head to the house?"

Gypsy stared at him. "You're going? You're actually going to go. On our wedding night?"

Harry stared at the floor. "It's urgent. I have to."

"Fine. Fine. Go. I'll see you at home." Gypsy picked up her things, and headed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Harry sank to the floor, putting his face in his hands. After a while, he got up and dressed in his robes and left the room.

Gypsy sat in the darkened house, staring at the floor. There were no tears in her eyes now, only anger. How could Harry leave her here on there wedding night? How could he? She picked up the crystal photo frame of she and Harry from the wedding earlier that day and stared at it. In a kind of angered rage, she threw it against the wall, sending glass flying onto the ground. She noticed that the picture had been cut. It had sort of beheaded the picture Harry.

Gypsy snorted and stomped up to her room, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She awoke to screams from the street below and sat bolt upright. She quickly pulled on some robes and headed down the stairs, pulling her wand out. She threw open the door to find the street in ruins and several people running around screaming. She ran to the center of the havoc and saw a few familiar faces: Seamus Finnigin, Dean Thomas and his wife, and little Colin Creevy. Seamus noticed her and ran to her. "Gyp! Get out of here. Death Eaters...You-Know-Who..."

"Have you seen Harry?" Gypsy asked urgently.

"No. I have to go." He hurried off.

Gypsy began calling for him. "Harry? Harry!" No answer. She called again, but still no answer.

She continued walking down the street, noticing it was clearing and everyone was going back to bed. No one seemed to notice a limp form lying in the street. Gypsy suddenly noticed it and ran to it. She gasped when she saw who it was. "Harry?"

She dropped to her knees and laid her head on his chest, listening for a heartbeat. There was none. She stroked his dark-haired head, beginning to sob. Her husband--the one she had wanted for all time--was dead; dead the night they had been wed. She hadn't even had a chance to say, "I'm sorry" or simply, "Good bye"

She cradled the his head, beginning to sing softly:

"Tomorrow morning if you wake up

And the sun does not appear,

I will be here

If in the dark we loose sight of love

Hold my hand, and have no fear

'Cause I will be here..."

She continued singing, not seeing the figure that had knelt beside her. She looked up to see the person she did not ever expect to see. The blonde figure stared back at her. "Gypsy..."

"Malfoy? Draco Malfoy?" Gypsy questioned, tears still streaming down her face. "Harry...he's...he's...oh Draco, he's dead! Harry Potter, dead!" She put her face in her hands, her shoulders shuddering as she cried.

Draco wrapped his arms around her. "Gypsy...I'm so sorry." He softly kissed the top of her head.

She looked up at him. "I never thought...you care about Harry?"

Draco looked at her in shock. "Of course. I was always jealous of him, but, of course, who wouldn't be? Later on in school, I wanted to make friends with him, but my foolish pride wouldn't let me. I was afraid that if I hung around with him and his Muggle born friends, I would disgrace the Malfoy name. Now I'm just sorry that I didn't make friends with him."

"I got so mad at him just before...before he...." Gypsy said softly, still crying. "I didn't even get to say good bye."

"Gypsy, you're bleeding," Draco said, tenderly picking up her hand.

Gypsy looked at her hand. A small piece of glass had cut into her hand and had torn her skin. Blood fell like the tears that fell from Gypsy's eyes. "The p-picture frame. I threw it. Harry..."

Draco wiped the blood off from his own robes, and healed the cut. "I'll stay with you as long as you need me to. I'm here for you."

Gypsy leaned her head on her newfound friend's shoulder and continued sobbing. He stared at Harry's lifeless body, wiped a stray tear from his eye, and looked away. He looked back at Gypsy and she looked back. "I'm ready to go. If you wouldn't mind...could you take me home?"

Draco nodded solemnly. "Of course." He held a hand out to her to help her up. She took it, looking into his gray eyes.

"Thank you."

He nodded. "Any time."

Draco and Gypsy walked in silence back to the house. Gypsy was crying silently and Draco tried not to notice. He knew he wouldn't want to be seen crying. They finally reached the house. Gypsy stood on the doorstep. "T-thank you, Draco."

"You're welcome." He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned on her heel and went inside the house, shutting the door behind her. Draco was left on the doorstep, looking put down.

Gypsy sat in the house, not even trying to stop her sobs. Her life was shattered; she wasn't going to go on. She was just going to become like someone who had just gotten the Dementor's Kiss: just a hollow empty shell and nothing else. Her life had become nothing but the shards of glass that littered the floor.