A Magical Year (Magical trilogy book #2)

*Complete* 1976 ... Last year, Alex and Kyle visited Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with their school. They're best friends, and more like a brother and sister. Hogwarts was not the kind of school they expected to ever visit, since it taught REAL magic. And they never expected to meet such people there, people who they'd love.
Because of this love, Alex got the ability to make some simple spells; a talent that it so rare that it's nearly impossible. Now what'll happen when Alex turns from a muggle to a part-witch? And what will the Ministry of Magic decide to do about her?


93. Suffering





It turns out - I'm not dead. 

"Sirius is alive." was the first thing I heard from Remus when I woke up at the hospital wing. "You won with the first place. These are the good news." 

Sirius isn't dead either. 

Alex? Alex? Remus, Alex? I couldn't ask. I just couldn't hear him saying it. 

I closed my eyes again. I wish I was dead. It would've made things easier for me. At least Sirius's alive. That would've made Alex happier, that would've made her happy. 

I didn't notice the tear as it ran on my cheek. I only did when Clara came bursting into the room and ran to me, wiping my tears and kissing my cheek and mouth and eyes and basically everything in my face a thousand times. 

"I can't believe you did it. You managed to survive and win the first place." I couldn't believe them! How could they care about the freaking tournament? Now?! After what happened to Alex? I know they were only trying to make me feel good, but it didn't help. I know I was being selfish, but I wanted them to be sad, for her. I wanted to see how much she means to them. I don't want to be the only crying person in the room, it's not like I'm the only one who loves her, everyone here did- does, supposedly. That's what I've always thought, right? They love Alex. That's how things are. They must be sad for her loss. They must be crying. I know Alex would've liked it better if her death was less dramatic. If her death caused less amount of people feeling sad, or crying. But this, this doesn't make me feel good. She doesn't deserve this.

I can't believe I lost my best friend. I can't believe it. 

I'm suffering, I'm dying. 

"Kyle, stop crying, please. We don't want to cry. She wouldn't want us to cry." Clara said. "Please Kyle." She whispered. 

"I don't get it. Don't you love her?" I said, using the present form on purpose, because she can't really be dead, now can she? Maybe it was just me trying not to believe reality, but it didn't make much of a difference. 

"Of course we ... do." Clara shook her head. "But we shouldn't be crying. We should be strong. For her." 

I couldn't even cry anymore. 

"She died because of me." I said in a whisper. "Katy killed her because she fought her for me. I should be the one dead, not her." 

"You shouldn't say that Kyle. You shouldn't be dead."

"It's all my fault." I whispered more to myself. That's all I told myself that day, and night. 







"WHAT DO YOU FREAKING MEAN?!" I yelled as Lara told me the news about Alex. "This can't be real, it can't be!" I smashed everything breakable I saw around me. I started shouting then, just shouting. Not saying any word. "Where's Kyle?" I then asked. 

"He's in the hospital wing."

I ran to him. Just because I knew he'd understand me. He's the only one who reacts about things the way I do, that's a thing I learned about him this year, especially now that Clara's in love with him she talks about him a lot with Alex and Alex tells her a lot about Kyle. Kyle cries and shouts. Shouts and then cries - which is basically the same thing I do whenever I'm stressed or shocked or shit. I went to him because he's her childhood's best friend, he's her brother, and I'm the first friend she had here at Hogwarts. I went to him also, because I wanted to hear the real story, the things we couldn't see just by our binoculars. I want to know who killed her, because I'm not afraid to kill them, whoever they are. 

"Tell me everything." I said as I saw Kyle. I held his hand, just because it felt like the right thing to do. He looked so tired. Clara sat by his feet. 

"Max, please. Let him rest today." She said. 

"Shut up, Clara. I'm here to talk to him. I'm here to see him."

"You're not killing her alone, Max." Kyle said. He knew that's what I wanted to do. That's what he thought about too, it's true then. She did this to her. "I'm killing her with you." Okay, I can use the company, we both want the same thing. To kill her. 

"Who is she?" Clara asked. 

"Katy Martin."

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