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Ron stormed out and Disapperated. 'He finally left', Harry thought, 'If it wasn't for the locket, and this stupid mission, Ron would still be here and we would be enjoying our last year at Hogwarts right now. We would be together and happy, and Mione wouldn't be crying right now. She would just be bickering with Ron about an assignment that he had conveniently forgotten to do, it would be like nothing else happened.' Harry wished for it with all that was with in him, but it didn't change where they were, and what they had to do. They had to move on with out him.
A little time had passed since Ron had left them; Hermione was sitting on the other side of the tent, trying not to let Harry see. But of course, after all of these years Harry knew when she was crying. She kept saying that her allergies were acting up, there was too much dust in the tent, but that wasn't possible. She was in a constant state of cleaning when she wasn't on watch, sleeping, or crying. Harry wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to do.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Hermione stopped crying that night while he was on watch. Harry looked over though the opening in the tent and saw her asleep in the big chair. She had done this a lot; she had cried herself to sleep almost every night since Ron had left. Harry smiled just a little. She had Ron's blanket pulled up around her. 'At least she can be with him in her dreams.'
Just like every other night, Harry didn't see or hear anything in the first two hours of his watch, so he slouched down preparing himself for another long, uneventful night. Sometime, he didn't know when, he heard a scream. This made him jump more than the first time that Ginny had kissed him on the neck. He looked around and came to the conclusion that the scream came from inside the tent. He ran inside to Hermione. He tried to wake her, but she wasn't responding to anything that he did, or said. She was screaming again, it was like she was stuck in a nightmare.
He slowly came to a realization of what was causing this to happen; hoping that it wasn't he quickly looked around the tent for the locket. Trying to search his mind for the last place that he saw it he stood in horror, he was right. It had been hanging on the corner of the chair that Hermione was now screaming from. He looked around and saw it was touching her bare chest. Harry quickly tried to think of another way for him to get the locket off of her, but none of the charms he knew would remove it. The only way to get it off of her was go under her shirt and grab it. 'She will have to understand that I had no choice', he thought trying to also come up with a good explanation to have his hand up his best friend's shirt. She was screaming again as though she was in pain this time. Harry couldn't take it anymore; he reached over and tried to quickly grab the locket with out overly exposing Hermione.
As soon as he touched it he knew the pain that Hermione had been going through. He fought through it to get it off of her, but it was so much more than he had expected. It was almost as though Voldemort had been there himself laughing at the pain being inflicted on Harry. After a long struggle, he finally got it far enough away from Hermione that she stopped screaming. The only downside from this was that Harry was about to burst from the pain. Harry fell backwards on the floor. With the loud thump that followed Hermione awoke, realizing what was going on, she screamed again, but out of shock.
Harry was now seeing her nightmare……
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