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"Is that such a stretch of the imagination?"
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Daniella felt lost, emptied, and didn't know what to do next. Hermione left, along with Ron, and hadn't got back. Harry wasn't the greatest help since he was as lost as she was herself.
The next few days Harry and Daniella didn't talk much since Harry was always rethinking Ron's words and every time he realized that he and Hermione had really left.
Daniella didn't know what to do, everything was supposed to be different. Hermione would've stayed and helped a lot but since Dani was quite hurt after Ron's long speech, she gave Hermione her approval to catch up with him and disappear. But at the same time, she knew that for Hermione it would easier to be near Ron than staying with the couple and crying every day over the red-headed boy.
One morning, Daniella sat on the rock, not far away from the tent. She put her head in her hands and sighed heavily.
She was sure that with Hermione Ron would be alright in any case but something bothered her anyway. Everything went in the wrong way.
She had never Disapparated so it had to be Harry, who'd do it. But what if he will apparate them into the wrong place and everything will go, once again, upside down.
That dream, which she saw already twice...what did it mean; how could she have dreams while she was dreaming in common. This thought appeared in her mind when it happened for the first time, but when it happened a couple of days ago she didn't know how to react: think it out, or just forget.
Dani heard the sound of curtains of the tent quietly shifting and a couple of footsteps.
She turned around and saw Harry who just woke up, standing in his grey sweater and staring at her.
She sent him a little, unconvincing smile and turned back, to gaze at the beauty of nature; those great hills, lush trees, endless river, a great number of pebbles under her feet. Pebbles.
Daniella picked up one biggest pebble and harshly threw it into the stream with all her might. It hit the water hard and plenty of drops erupted all around it before it dove down, onto the depth of the river.
Daniella found it satisfying and picked another one and threw it, and another one and another...
"Give it here", demanded Harry from right behind her just as she held her arm up to toss another pebble.
Daniella dropped it into his hand, "You are welcome", she mumbled.
Harry threw the pebble to the side and unhooked the locket, taking it off of her neck.
"Your passive aggression won't lead to anything good", he said before putting the locket around his neck.
