Darren couldn't see. Falling in there, he must have been terrified!
"Harry, calm down. He's already... gone... No one can pull him back now... He did it for you. Don't let his life be in vain!"
Harry didn't want to listen.
He shouted, "Darren! Darren!"
He could still remember Darren's smile from just now.
He could still feel the force with which Darren had flung him away. How could he be gone?
He had only fallen behind the veil. How could he be dead?
"Let go of me! I'm going to pull him back! I'm bringing him back!"
He roared.
He tried to look toward Hermione and the others, hoping they would give him some courage.
But Hermione was speaking softly, with the same expression Darren usually wore. "You can't bring him back. He's gone. Professor Victor said it before—he would fall through the veil. I thought... anyway..."
"Don't you like him? Don't you love him? Why aren't you going after him?"
The words burst from Harry's mouth.
He finally understood why he had always felt like a third wheel whenever he was with Darren and Hermione.
Hermione liked Darren. They all liked Darren. Hermione looked at him coldly.
"It was you. You got him killed, didn't you?
"He said he didn't want to come. He said he felt uneasy. He said it felt like a conspiracy. But did you listen?
"You lost your temper with him... If you hadn't still cared about him, would you have hit him already? Wouldn't you?"
Hermione spoke with contempt. Harry glared at her.
But Hermione's gaze did not waver in the slightest. Harry was the first to look away.
He stopped looking at anyone. Suddenly, he charged toward the veil.
"Lupin, let go of me. I'm calm now.
"I know Darren might be