"Keep running!"

Harry and Hermione raced through the forrest. The heavy foliage blocked all of the sky, making it impossible to determine whether it had been day or night. They didn't know how much time had passed, how long they had been running. They didn't know how much time they had left.

Beside Harry, Hermione stumbled and began to cry. HIs chest was so sweeled with anxiousness to get there before it happened, that he didn't, couldn't, feel sympathy for her. "Hurry up!" he barked hoarsely, pulling her up roughly to her feet. She kept running but didn't stop crying.

Harry's legs muscles were seizing up. Painful knots would appear in his thigh, throb for awhile, and reappear just as he began to forget it in numb fear. His breathing was haggard, his chest convulsing rapidly as he struggled for air. His vision was seared by kinetic bursts of erratic light. He couldn't stop, couldn't rest. If he stopped, the death would lie directly on his shoulders.

I won't let it happen, he said fiercely to his nagging negative concious.

Every so often, they would encounter one of the infamous beasts of the Forbidden Forrest. They were much delayed by a troll, boggart, and much more deadlier creatures Harry didn't recognize, who left their bloody impressions on the two would be heroes. Hermione sported a gaping wound on her forehead, a blackened burn on her leg that had burned through her raggedy robes, and a deep slash on her forearm. Harry had gotten the worst of it- he too was covered with assorted cuts and burns and bruises, but a wild, poisonous flower had projected a hot stream of liquid that singed Harry's robes and left blistering boils on his stomach. A little after the incident, Harry had begun to vomit. Now he was throwing up blood.

"There it is!" Hermione panted, pointing the clearing of the forrest.

"Come on!" Harry replied, grabbing onto his friend's hand and picking up pace despite of everything. Hermione must have felt the sudden spurt of adrenaline he had, because she too was racing against the clock at incredible speeds. They had to. If they didn't, Voldemort would for sure kill their best-friend.