The shattered bowl stays in Harry's mind for several days. He doesn't return to the kitchen, too afraid of what happened.

He tries several times over the course of a couple days to shatter a bowl on his own.

He can't.

He doesn't allow himself to think what this could mean.

*******************

It's been six days since the incident when Harry sits up in his bed, listening to the quiet conversation between Dean and Ron, trying not to wake the others.

"It's fucked, dude. I have no idea what to do."

"Wasn't Harry supposed to be our savior? But he's not trying to do anything. He's just walking around blankly, acting like someone else should do something."

"Ron, he's practicing wandless magic, and he's great at the spells in Defense. He's doing the best he can. We all are. He shouldn't have to stand against this alone, he's a kid. Just like you or me. Or Ginny."

"You leave Ginny out of this."

"Guys." Neville's tired voice joins the conversation. "Please. Out of respect of our newest loss, can you both shut the fuck up and let me sleep."

"Sorry Neville," is the unanimous response, before quieter whispers follow.

"He's right. We shouldn't be doing this, we should be respecting Parvati's memory."

"Parvati is dead?" Harry asks softly.

Dean and Ron turn toward him, shocked.

"We didn't know you were awake," Dean whispers.

Parvati is dead. The thought doesn't make sense.

Harry's feet hit the ground before he even thinks about it, and he's walking as fast as he can out of the dorm. 

Isn't Harry supposed to be our savior?

Dean says something that sounds like where are you going? and Harry thinks he responds with Malfoy, but he can't be sure.

But he's not trying to do anything.

Neville's be careful! rings through the air before the door slams.

He's just walking around blankly, acting like someone else should do something.

He isn't sure if the blurriness in his eyes is because of tears or anger, but it might be both.

He doesn't remember the trip, but he's in the kitchens, and Draco Malfoy is gone.

It almost shocks Harry. He only came here for three days, but every single time, Malfoy was here. Now he wasn't.

Harry opens a cupboard numbly and sets a bowl on the table. He sits down and stares at it intently.

He imagines it shattering just like a week ago, all of the pieces scattering across the room. He tries to put all of his power into the action, every bit of his energy.

Nothing happens.