At that moment, whatever she told me was a lie. I didn't care if it had
happened, I didn't care if she understood what I was going through. She
was a liar and I hated her.
She told me that he was gone. She never said "dead", but we all thought it. She never said "run away", but she thought that was what had happened and we knew that it wasn't. He had been taken.
She told me.that they didn't know. Bull shit, I thought. He can't use shielding magic that Dumbledore can't puncture! He is powerful and good and strong, but not to that extent.
If I never saw her again, I would be happy. If, after I left - for I was, of course, leaving - I died and never saw any of them, I would be glad, because I wouldn't die if he wasn't going to live either.
I apologized to them. Not to her, but to my brothers and sister and my best friend next to him. I told them I was sorry, you see, so what I did was all right. I said it in the note, and I told them not to weep for me if he came back alone, but only to weep if neither of us did, because that would mean he was dead.
My name doesn't matter anymore - I haven't used it for so long. My old name was Ronald. Ron, really. But now I just go by the name I took when I left, Trall, and for all I know I'll never go back.
I'm following Harry.
She told me that he was gone. She never said "dead", but we all thought it. She never said "run away", but she thought that was what had happened and we knew that it wasn't. He had been taken.
She told me.that they didn't know. Bull shit, I thought. He can't use shielding magic that Dumbledore can't puncture! He is powerful and good and strong, but not to that extent.
If I never saw her again, I would be happy. If, after I left - for I was, of course, leaving - I died and never saw any of them, I would be glad, because I wouldn't die if he wasn't going to live either.
I apologized to them. Not to her, but to my brothers and sister and my best friend next to him. I told them I was sorry, you see, so what I did was all right. I said it in the note, and I told them not to weep for me if he came back alone, but only to weep if neither of us did, because that would mean he was dead.
My name doesn't matter anymore - I haven't used it for so long. My old name was Ronald. Ron, really. But now I just go by the name I took when I left, Trall, and for all I know I'll never go back.
I'm following Harry.