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Alllllrighty. So, I'm working on the next chapter right now, so it should be up reeeally soon! I'll edit this post with the next chapter, so keep lookin' for it
Sorry for the insanely long wait! Life has been really crazy for me lately. BUT. anyway... *goes back to writing*

Ahem. So, I decided on splitting this chapter into two parts, since the second part will probably be the most important part in the FanFic, and it might take me a while to write. But, for now, I give you the shortness of part one.

Chapter 30 - Part One

The evil cackle that followed was way too dramatic for my taste. Maybe it was because I was drained, tired, unbelievably sad and so stressed that it surely wasn’t healthy for me, but I rolled my eyes. I also stepped out from behind Harry, and took a few steps toward Voldemort.

The man – if you could actually call him that – was, for once, standing alone. I don’t know what kind of order he gave his followers, but none of them were there. I looked up into the dark, star-free night sky, but couldn’t see anything. The Death Eaters were no where. Voldemort’s mouth twisted up into what I assumed was supposed to be a smile. To me, it looked more like a grimace. Harry grabbed my hand, trying to pull me behind him again. When I didn’t move, he stepped up next to me, instead.

“Hello again, Harry Potter.” Voldemort sneered. Harry stayed silent, but gripped my hand tighter. I just squeezed his with the same force; I don’t know who was holding who back, me or him.

“It’s very rude not to answer me, Harry. Should I teach you a lesson?” he paused, then turned to look at me, I felt a shudder go down my back, but I kept my gaze locked on him. “Or how about your girlfriend? She could use a lesson in etiquette, too.”

I knew what was going to happen before it happened, but I didn’t think to stop it. Harry stepped in front of me at Voldemort’s threat, and Voldemort screamed “Crucio!”

It took me a moment to realize I was screaming. I had dropped to my knees next to Harry, who for the second time today was being tortured. I was screaming his name, trying to help him in any way possible – but I could find none. Finally, he fell still and silent, but I didn’t. I brushed a hand through his hair worriedly and rubbed his hands in my other hand, praying for him to open his eyes.

I had completely forgotten about Voldemort until he spoke. His voice gave me chills; I pulled Harry closer to me, trying to protect him as he had always protected me.

“How touching.” Voldemort sneered, walking right up to Harry’s feet. “Not much of a hero now, is he, Weasley? What kind of man lets a woman do the fighting – be the strong one?” he shook his head as he stalked around Harry, who was feebly stirring in my arms.

“Give up, girl,” Voldemort suggested, “Harry Potter is going to die tonight, right here at Hogwarts where he was always safe.”

“Kill him now then.” I said – I was deadly calm and I hardly believed my own ears. Was I telling Voldemort to kill the man I love?

“No, I won’t right now. I want him to be alive when I kill him, not lying on the ground at a girl’s feet. I want to see him fall, and I want to see the light leave his eyes.” He snickered, finishing his circle around Harry and ending up at his feet again.

“Stand up, Potter.”

To my surprise, Harry stood up – although he was slow and shaky on his feet. I stood up with him, keeping a firm hold on his arm. His emerald eyes locked with my brown ones, and I understood the message: I need to do this.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you, too. Forever.”

Then, I backed away from him, leaving him to fight for his life against Voldemort.