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Yeah, right- er- scuze pentru double-post. Să īmi spuneţi ce credeţi şi da, ştiu că totul se petrece prea rapid, dar aşa m-am gāndit că Harry ar acţiona, stupid, dar brav şi curajos, pentru a-i salva pe cei care-i iubeşte.
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Chapter two.
Disapparating into the Dark
''Mate, 'twas just a dream!' Ron whispered, staring at Harry, a slight look of worry on his face, his eyes observing closely his friend's movements.
Harry muttered something under her breath, something that was too close to a swear, and glared with piercing, emerald eyes at Ron, who backed up, lifting his hands as a weak form of defense. The raven haired boy clenched his jaws, trying not to burst out, yelling and shouting in anger, because only he knew that it was real. All was real, no matter what Ron said, but he didn't know why. He was so sure, yet he didn't have a reason; he knew Voldemort was dead, he knew that nobody can come back to life fully- 'er, the Resurrection Stone ...' Harry quickly reminded himself, but ignored after a few seconds one of the answers.
He dropped the stone, the ring, months ago, in a Forest that was protected with charms, full of dangerous creatures and, plus that, the stone he saw was the Philosopher's stone, or something similar ... He wasn't sure, but he approved of one singly thoughts of his- that Voldemort was again alive, not just a reflection of his departed, ripped soul. Harry saw through the Lord's eyes. He saw death, he produced it, he was still in shock, even if the one killed was the one who detested most of his years at Hogwarts. He shivered and pulled closer the cloak that Hermione covered him with, his eyes unfocused on the room, but on something the others didn't see.
'Harry.'
Harry took in a deep breath before mumbling, 'Yes?'
'Are you sure it wasn't a dream?' Hermione said, as if talking to a deaf person. 'It could be a dream, a nightmare-'
'It wasn't a nightmare.' Harry whispered. 'Hermione ... It was NOT a dream. How can you explain then... the pain? The scar?' he snapped questioningly.
'Due a nightmare, as I-'
'It was real!' yelled him, standing up quickly.
He regretted immediately. A sharp pain made his wince and close his eyes, and for a second, a pile of dead bodies was in front of him, terror on each of their mutilated faces. He snapped back to reality with a whimper, finding himself leaning against a bed's pillar, knowing his knees were about not to sustain his weight anymore. He couldn't see anything in front of him and he didn't know if it was because of the tears or because his glasses fell off when he was in Voldemort's mind. He only knew that he needed to tell them both that nobody was safe anymore, that he needed to act then, without a plan, as he always did, to hope that he would protect them-
'What happened? Harry?'
'Voldemort ... he's happy. He killed ... And he's coming after me.'
Harry was slightly surprised while he began to walk, tripping down the stairs, busting into The Burrow's empty kitchen, footsteps echoing in it as Ron and Hermione rushed after him. He withdrew his wand, but was hold back by a single thing. He needed to give an explanation, so he turned towards his friends and took in a deep breath, glancing in the room for something to write on; then he saw it ... The Horcrux, the ring with the stone, laying on the grass in front of the open door, but only for a second. He bit his lower lip, shaking his head slightly, then began talking quickly.
'Voldemort is after me. I saw him- I saw his thoughts. I'm leaving here. Just ... don't stop me, Ron, Hermione. I need to run- er- to run away from you. To- to-'
His voice broke again, but he mouthed the words 'protect you'. He blinked as he engaged into a run to his room, leaving two shocked and confused magical persons to stare at thin air. Harry stopped, his heart pounding against his chest, his hands grasping tightly his wand, his eyes staring into nothing ... 'I don't have a plan. Why to leave?' he asked himself. 'Why to leave? I left this place, my second home, for what?' He then screamed inside his head, 'Don't ask yourself such questions, Harry! You need to get away! GET. AWAY.' he raged the last words, making himself nod.
Harry flicked his wand, his door closing after him as he reached out for the old bag that he used when he ran to find the Horcruxes, and shoved in it, with another small flick, things he needed, without really thinking at what he was doing. He undressed after that, changing into his thick, old, black robes that he used for school ... then stopped again. He shook his head, knowing he was doing everything too fast, he was leaving without saying anything, he was just trying to run away, to Apparate somewhere else, where he could get easily killed, but protect his dearest-
He had made a decision... He rushed, putting the backpack on and then running into the kitchen, to the same Ron and Hermione that were having their mouths open in comical 'O's. Harry sighed, looking around for one last time, knowing he was just acting stupid... but he needed to go. He needed to leave the safety, the love and the protection of the spells put on the house, he needed to be brave, to go to fight his Death again, to be courageous, and only for the ones he loved more than anything. His emerald eyes glinted slightly, fire burning into them as he walked past the same persons, to the wide-opened field that was called the Weasleys' garden.
'I'm going. I love you both.'
He then turned on his heels and Disapparated, into the darkness that engulfed him-
And yet, he knew he did everything too fast, that he didn't say goodbye.
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Nerimon - Alex Day and Charlie, the winners.
   
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