Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series I know, it's really sad and all, but Queen Rowling does.
Sorry this chapter gonna be super short, but I SWEAR I'm writing a new chapter as you're reading this. Major props to my U.S. History class for giving me this idea
~Blaze
Preface:
I looked across the room to the stranger I loved so much. How could he do this to me? I wondered. I'm sure he could sense the pain surrounding me, which made him smile sadly.
"We believe in two different things George," he remarked. "I know what is right; what is good for our world, and you choose to be blind to the facts laid out in front of you. This war is happening, and I intend to live through it."
"This isn't you!" I said, grabbing my ears and shaking my head as hard as I could, as if that would get rid of my demons.
The man across from me turned on his heel, glancing back at me one last time. His eyes were filled with sorrow and grief. He strode away from me quickly, and right before he slammed the door, I yelled, "I'll save you Fred, even if it kills me!"
