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Run, run. RUN! Hurry, mustn't let them catch me. I'm the last- the last- the last one-
The only one who knows how. The only one who can end it. Six down, two to go.
The diary
The ring
The cup
The diadem
The snake
Harry
He-who-must-not-be-named.
Destroyed: Remaining:
The diary The diadem
The ring The snake
The locket He-who-must-not-be-named
The cup…
Breathe. Swallow. Don't start blubbering; hold it together. Deep breath. Deep breath. Run.
Run, don't stop, can't stop. They'll catch me. They'll catch me. Like before. Snatchers. Malfoys and marble and mortal danger. The pain, the knife, the blood.
Mudblood
Ron. Ronald. Ron Weasley. Red hair, stupid git, I love him. Ron. Rookwood. Red, red, so red. So much red, red blood.
The last. The only. Can't let them catch me. No, no, no. I will keep on fighting, keep on searching, one Horcrux at a time.
The diadem
The snake
He-who-must-not-be-named.
Basilisk venom
Fiendfyre
The Sword of Gryffindor
All together. All under His protection. He under Their protection. They fight for Him. They die for Him. Death Eaters. Funny. So few of them, comparatively, have tasted death. So many have caused it. So, so many times. My turn. I will bring death. I will finish it. I will fight until He is destroyed.
I will kill the Dark Lord.
My lungs burn. Smoke inhalation? Punctured lung? Broken ribs? Near- drowning? Suffocation? No, no, no, no, no. Just normal burning, then. Just the burn of running for too, too long.
Can't stop, they'll catch me. They'll catch me. They'll catch me.
Run, run, run, as fast as you can! You can't catch me; I'm the Ginger Bread Man!
Apparate. Disappear.
The Three Ds:
Destination
Determination
Deliberation
Think of a destination, spin in a circle. Circle. Circle. Harry. Harry and He-who-must-not-be-named circling. The Great Hall. The Great Battle. Harry Harry Harry. Logic. I miss logic. Wandlore. Wands.
My wand.
Lost. I lost it. I'm a wandless witch. Mudbloods aren't supposed to have wands.
Panic. Pain and Panic. (Like the Disney Hercules movie.) That is what has jumbled my thoughts. I need to breathe. Lungs burn. Pain and Panic. Can't stop. Can't let them catch me. Last one. Last. One.
Ron. Harry. Fred, Colin, Tonks and Lupin. Wormtail,Mooney, Padfoot and Prongs. Snape. Dobby. Dumbledore.
Lost. So many lost. Lost lost lost. Like my wand. I miss my wand. Need my wand.
Ten and three-quarters inches, vine wood, dragon heartstring core.
Defenseless. Not safe. Not safe anywhere.
*Snap*. Broken tree branch. Footfalls. Running. Running behind me. Someone is following me. Following? Chasing. Someone is chasing me. They'll catch up. They'll catch me. They'll catch me. Can't stop. Can't catch me. Won't let them catch me. I'm the only-
-the last one-
Last One
(Last one is a rotten egg!)
Last.
Last.
Last.