Fiona couldn't bare to look at her own reflection in the mirror. She saw his face twisted in such agonized pain. The thought that she was the one that brought him to it.
"Harry," she whispered to the reflective glass infront of her. "What have I done?"
A single tear rolled down her pale white cheek, as she pushed away a loose strand of jet black hair that fell over her left eye. Fiona quickly, but hesistantly, wiped the tear fast from her face just as she heard the door swing wildly open.
"You?" Her voice was so full of pure hatred as soon as she saw Fiona.
Fiona spun around to face her. More tears began to form, making it nearly impossible to see. She could feel her cheeks give a slight burn, knowing that they must have turned a dark shade of pink.
"You have some nerve, Fiona," the voice was so crisp with anger. "To stick around after what you have done to poor Harry. My poor Harry." Fiona could tell there was a small tinge of sadness breaking through this voice.
"Ginny, you have to understand-" Ginny didn't want to hear Fiona's explanations. She had held her hand up to stop Fiona from speaking. Fiona watched Ginny lower her head as well as her arm. Fiona watched to see Ginny carefully. What was she thinking, Fiona did not want to know.
"He will die there alone, Fiona," Ginny said, in such a low voice, Fiona played it over in her head to be sure she caught it correctly. "Do you understand the lack of power he has alone?"
Fiona nodded, this time, she lowered her head. Ginny had steeped closer to her. "I will not sit here and allow you to kill my beloved Harry Potter!" Ginny had exclaimed so loudly Fiona jumped, squinting her eyes, and turning just slightly in case of a blow Ginny might have taken to her.
Fiona couldn't help her sobs anymore. In the corner of her eye, she could see how badly Ginny was shaking. She could see Ginny standing so very close to her. Fiona wanted to apologize to Ginny, but she knew that that time was not exactly the best time to do it.
Ginny turned, facing her back to Fiona. "I'm going to get him. Ron and Hermione are in no shape to save him." Ginny let out a soft chuckle. Fiona stared at the back of her red head. "What you have done, Fiona. My dear brother. My dear friends." Ginny started toward the door, but then stopped in her tracks, saying over her shoulder, "When I save him, you will pay for what pain you have caused all of them."
Ginny left the restroom, leaving Fiona there alone once again. Fiona dropped to her knees when she knew the coast was clear. She shoved her hands to her face and cried into them. Right then and there she made up her mind. She was going to help Ginny. She had to. It was the lease she could do. Regardless of the consequences. She was going to help. She was going to fix what she might have broken.