Too Late


Easy – Write about a Quidditch Player

The battle was over, yet every step I took towards the Great Hall made me more nervous that she was going to be another person lost here. My feet carried me forward through the oaks doors of the entrance hall when suddenly a flash of blonde knocked me off my feet.


I focused on the face above me, "Hannah."

Every part of me sighed in utter relief as I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug, Hannah and I had been close for years, but now I knew there was a part of me that wanted more. After short hug, Hannah pushed me away jokingly, "Okay, Mr Clingy."

I laughed it off with her as we clamoured to our feet. Do I tell her how I feel? Or is this just the wrong moment for the confession I want to make? We've been friends since she was three, our families had been close and now it's fourteen years later and how I feel about her has changed. I've kind of been waiting for her, hoping that she'll feel the same way. Of course, the war got in the way, but that was all over now.

"I've got something to tell you," I started to confess, my hand rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly, but then someone shouted across to us.


Neville Longbottom started hobbling towards us and Hannah smiled widely before throwing her arms around him and gently pressing her lips to his. I froze, my heart started to ache and I had to bite the inside of my mouth to control myself.

They were together.

My chance had gone.

I never should have waited.

After they stopped kissing, Hannah turned to me, her hand in Neville's, "You were going to say something, Ollie?"

I didn't want to say it, I'd become a big brother in mere seconds and that's all we ever had been. Not by blood, but nonetheless, Brother and Sister, and I had to respect that. So even though my heart had shattered, I faked a smile.

"I… I'm glad you made it, little sis."