Ron left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
My hand shook slightly as I downed a draught of peace, the turquoise blue liquid sloshing. Harry watched me from where he sat relaxed in the middle of the tent on a chair he had pulled forward.
He had scratches across his face and on his forearms. He had fought someone physically. Blood spattered him here and there across his clothes and his long hair was in a tangle of dirt and dried blood.
"Who was it? I thought we agreed we'd go together if... if you happened to know something?"
He shrugged. "No one important, just another death eater."
I placed the empty vial carefully on the table before walking over to him with my wand, casting scourgifies and carefully inspecting and healing his wounds. "Why was it physical? Why didn't you use magic?"
His hands clasped my waist, bringing me closer to him between his spread knees. "Maybe it's the muggle in me?"
His head moved closer to me, trying to hug me, and I shoved him away. "You shouldn't. I know you think you won't die, but you can, you will, if you keep pushing it like this."
Harry pulled at me with his hands and the imperius curse, yanking me into his lap to nuzzle into my neck. I could feel his lips move against my ear as he spoke. "I'm sorry you're upset."
His hands slid under my shirt, hot against my back as they pressed me even tighter against him and he urged me down to kiss me. "Let me make it up to you."
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