Your Fault
Autumn slumped down on one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room. She was exhausted from the tasks she had to do today, but she couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Thomas. If he still had been alive, he'd be Head Boy with her. And he'd still be awake, making conversation with her. She missed him more than ever, and wished she had spent more time with him before he left. It was one of those moments where she'd wish she could go back in time and change things. If she had not agreed to guard the passageways as he had suggested, he would still be alive. A part of her felt as though it were her fault, but she hated to admit it. Autumn put a hand over her forehead where it hurt. She must have overworked herself and needed rest, but she would only shuffle around in her bed a
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