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Harry clutched his head as the scar upon his forehead seared in unbelievable pain. He collapsed onto the floor. Feeling sick and yet empty inside. Luna rushed over to him, as did Ron, Cho and Ginny.

“Harry, what happened, are you alright?” panicked Luna as she squeezed him tight on his shoulder.



“No, something is wrong, Voldemort just used the Avada Curse, I know he did, I can feel it.” He was shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes and yet he closed them tightly shut, to prevent them protruding wholeheartedly down his face.

“I hope it’s no one we know.” muttered Ron as he quickly put his head down.

Harry jumped up. “Potion Hermione, Now!” he said adamantly, while wiping his conspicuous tears away quickly with his sleeve.

“It’s ready, but still hot.” she replied

“I don’t care, bottle it and let’s get out of here.”

Hermione did her best to bottle the potion while minding her fingers, trying desperately hard not to burn them. But it was inevitable and she yelped as a trickle landed on the back of her hand. “Be careful Mione.” ordered Ron, but remained as calm as possible in his tone, upon noticing her shaking fingers.

Harry compelled himself to believe in the worst; he shook his head to rid his thoughts which he was getting quite used to doing lately. Many of the thoughts that rang through his mind where not pleasant, generally the negative and the worst of any given situation and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it – right now he needed hope and the only thing standing in-between that was the idea that he would have to face Voldemort unarmed, in order for the potion to work; he immediately clenched his fists as his body shivered in the candlelight.

“Hurry up Hermione.” he whispered through a large intake of breath, his chest heaving, illuminating his broad shoulders.

“Done!” exclaimed Hermione, victoriously.

She handed it to Harry. “Careful, it’s hot.”

But he wasn’t listening to her guidance; instead he just stared at the small vial he held in front of him. It was glistening a bright velvety red and for a few moments, Harry prayed to the liquid that was still bubbling softly in the bottle. He prayed that it would work, because if it didn’t, Harry knew it would all be over, and Voldemort would win. He couldn’t let that happen, but if this potion didn’t exceed in it’s properties, then only the unthinkable would prevail.

Slowly but surely the group left the potion masters classroom, and Luna made sure to take the small lantern that she had lit with the matches that Snape had lying around on his desk – to give them some form of sight, albeit dim, to the exit of the school.

Upon their descent, Hermione stopped. “What is it?” whispered Ron, as he had carried on in his step and almost had his arm pulled off. “Listen.” said Hermione, standing still while notioning with a nod to the others.

“I don’t hear anything.” replied Ron.

“That’s exactly my point Ron.”

“Oh.”

“Is it over?” whispered Dean Thomas.

“I don’t know, but what I do know is he used an unforgivable curse which makes me believe Voldemort is still alive, if he wasn’t I would know.” replied Harry, noticing that his scar was still prickling from the curse that his adversary had recently conjured.

Hermione sighed. “Let’s find Lupin. That is depending of course that Bellatrix hasn’t nagged him to death.”

Seamus and Cho stopped abruptly in mid stride. “Uh.. I wouldn’t be too concerned about that.” replied Seamus, as he noticed the tall werewolf snarling in front of them.

Harry approached forward, the warm potion gripped tightly in his fingers. “I have the potion Remus, and it’s going to work I know it is, but you have to let us through.” The werewolf let out a small cry. Harry stepped forward and did the same as Karis had an hour before. He stroked him on the head. “Please Remus, you can’t protect me forever.”

As these words rang in the ears of the beast he felt an overwhelming urge to lie down and wash away any hope he had left, but being the honourable marauder and loyal friend he obeyed Harry’s wishes, and gallantly stepped aside.

Bellatrix was tightly bound on the floor, the only difference however was that she was unmoving and quiet. Harry noticed a gash in her head due to claw marks that could only have derived from the werewolf. “At least you managed to shut her up.” teased Harry, feebly attempting some form of light-heartedness as he walked towards the entrance to go out into the open air, with the rest of Dumbledore’s Army, the werewolf of Remus Lupin and the small lantern in toe.