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CHAPTER THIRTEEN !
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( philosopher's stone )
APOLLO WAS RUNNING. His legs were aching, his lungs hurt and his breathing was shallow but he continued, Hermione and Ron trailing behind, both puffing out breaths.
"Where is the Owlery?!" Ron practically cried, wailing and wincing as he moved his head too fast and he clasped his temple. Apollo immediately walked over, fingers wrapping around Ron's sleeve and squeezing slightly as a small sign for comfort.
They turned to Hermione who was leant over, hands on knees as she gasped out enough air to speak. "It's just around here━"
The three jumped when someone walked out of the shadows, the blue glint that made them all sigh with relief. "Professor Dumbledore," Ron sighed happily, leaning his head against Apollo and the blonde was worried Ron might actually faint again.
"Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?" Dumbledore muttered, staring at them all.
Apollo nodded frantically, "yes, Harry's there. . ."
Dumbledore stared at Apollo for a moment longer before running through the corridor, leaving the three to stand there dumbfounded.
"Now what?!" Ron cried, flaying his arms frantically.
"I think we just have to wait," Apollo muttered, sitting himself on the first step beside them. Ron immediately collapsed next to him, resting his head on the Lupin's shoulder while Hermione had begun to pace, even if she was out of breath.
"Harry'll be alright," Ron said to her, though Apollo wondered if it was more to himself than Hermione.
"It's Harry. Of course he will," Apollo said, nudging Ron lightly on the shoulder. He then saw the dried blood on the redhead's forehead, causing him to stand, "let's get you to Madam Pomfrey. In case you have a concussion."
