Don't Leave Me

"Ron!" I screamed but he disapparated. I didn't think he would leave us, but he did. I also didn't think he'd become a deatheater, but he did.

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4. The sword of Gryffindor

We returned from Godric's Hollow with a dreadful feeling in the pit of our stomachs, and I couldn't stop thinking about Ron. Had I really seen him? Was he... a deatheater? I couldn't believe it. Maybe they captured him. I thought, making me more sad than before. Tears started to stream down my face as I lay in the grass.  Then I heard Harry scream. I shot up and sprinted toward the tent. Harry lay sprawled on the ground inside, thrashing and hyperventilating with his eyes closed. I sighed and reached for his hand. He twitched when I touched him, and made a low growling noise.

"Harry," I whispered,"Harry, snap out of it."

Harry stopped twitching suddenly and made a low humming sound. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at me.

"You'd told me they stopped," I whispered. 

He shook his head.

"I'm sorry."

He looked off into the distance, appearing not to want to meet my eyes. Two years ago he started being able to see into Voldemort's mind. He said that it had stopped, but I suppose that was just a lie. I leaned closer to him.

"You can't let him in. It will only make you weak."

He snapped his attention back to me.

"Well, If you think about it, it might actually help," He mumbled.

He stood up and walked outside into the dark night. I frowned and got into bed, staring at Ron's radio as I faded into nothingness. Hours later I awoke to an earsplitting scream.

"HARRY!" I cried, running out of the tent and toward the direction of the scream.

"HARRY!"

Another scream came, this one muffled by something. I turned left and continued to stumble through the woods. Finally, I saw him. I emerged into a small clearing of an ice covered lake where the screams were loudest, echoing in the night. A small puddle of water was on the edge of the lake, and so was Harry's thrashing body.

"Harry!" I cried, dragging his body from the lake with my numb hands.

He stood up coughing and shaking. The sword of Gryffindor gleamed in his hand.

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