Left Behind 3: Curses

Reprecussions

Not sure how many updates I will be able to get in this week, but lets start off with a nice long one for you. Hopefully I will have time to edit another one for Friday until then I hope you enjoy the lengthy one here and the little moment at the end.

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It felt odd for Harry to see Hermione turn to Fred instead of him.  True she had always gotten along with Fred and George, but she had never claimed to have them as confidant. Yet here he was in another tent while Fred comforted her.

A small stammer of Jealousy panged in his chest and Harry batted it away fiercely. She needed to recover and if Harry had to give her space for that to happen so be it.

Why is she fine with Fred if she needs space? His mind argued.

Harry knew the answer: It was that Fred believed what she was saying. Fred believed whole heartedly that Draco had saved his life and that everything that Draco had done to Hermione was to protect her.

Is it true?

Or has he pulled the wool over both their eyes?

The look on Draco's face...the agony when he had said 'I would have gladly taken her place.'  Had Harry wanting to believe that maybe Draco Malfoy had turned over a new leaf.

If anyone could change someone like that it was Hermione.

Or maybe being that close to the dark lord for so long twisted him that he believes what he's saying but in reality used them and messed with their minds.... 

Ron's screams cut through his thoughts.

For a moment Harry, George and Remus all froze at the sound and then they were running, running towards potential danger to save their friend, because that's what the order did. They ran towards danger without hesitation if it meant saving the people they cared about or doing what they believed was right.

When they rushed into the tent Harry saw two things:

The first was that Draco was gone.

The second was that Ron was covered in blood. His cheek looked like it had been clawed by a wild animal.

"What happened?" asked Harry and then his eyes landed at the goblet at Ron's feet and he grabbed his forehead as the power from the Horcrux slammed into him sending him stumbling back several feet.

"What's wrong?" asked George.

"It's a Horcrux," said Harry hissing in pain, the mark on his forehead burned wickedly.

Images of Voldemort slammed into him.

The dark Lord loomed over Bellatrix who was quivering on the floor.

"HOW!" he demanded  yelling and lashing out with his wand. "HOW DID SHE TAKE IT? HOW DID SHE KNOW?"

"It was when I was in Azkaban my lord," Bellatrix said holding her hands up in defense. "While you were still gone. I needed someone to deal with my vault."

"I WAS NEVER GONE!" he yelled and thrashed sending all the furniture in the room outwards so that it shattered into pieces against the walls. 

"WHERE IS SHE?" he bellowed.

"I don't know my Lord."

"YOUR SISTER BETRAYED ME!"

Suddenly Harry was back in the tent on his knees. 

Remus had a hand on his back steadying him.

"Narcissa," Harry struggled for air. "Narcissa took that Horcrux," he pointed.