She stood in the dark empty classroom, unsure of what to do next. The obvious choice would be to find the Dream Team, and if possible Dumbledore and tell them what she knew. It would be suicide for anyone going to the stronghold tomorrow, if they didn't know what she did. She started towards the door, her intent on finding someone who could help. And as her hands turned the knob, she was bombarded with feelings and memories. She took a step back. All of a sudden, she was reliving the past couple of hours. She could remember finding the owl on her bed with the note. It had that familiar scrawl that she recognized, and though it seemed he wrote it with urgency and not much thought, it was still as neat as ever. She remembered rushing to the Room of Requirement as per his orders and finding him waiting outside, they entered together. There was no time for niceties. There was an almost stealth-like prowl in his step she remembered, as he paced the length of the room trying to explain things to her. And all to soon, words were spilling out of his mouth; words that could change everything if she didn't listen carefully. To her, those words made no sense coming out of his mouth. Where had he come to know so much information, when she who went to Order meetings didn't know that much? She couldn't make sense of it, until he lifted his sleeve and she saw the mark that marred his otherwise pale skin. Now she understood. All those late nights he said he had papers to do; this is what he was doing. And she had been worried that he was cheating on her. She had voiced her fears, and had just laughed her, and had said not to worry. He was now holding her as she cried, quiet sobs, but sobs nonetheless. And all to soon he was leaving. No matter how much he loved her, his loyalties still lay with the dark side, and tonight he would have to fight against all her family members, and possibly her. He was pulling away then, heading towards the door leaving her on the floor, unwilling to look back for fear of not being able to leave.
She came back to the present, and made up her mind to make it her first priority to tell someone. She left the room, and as she walked down the halls, she reached into her pocket for her wand and felt a piece of parchment. Stopping curiously in the hallway, she opened it and a wave of sadness swept over her. She could recognize that handwriting anywhere. Scanning the note, she realized that she had less time then she thought, and sped up to the headmaster's office all the while think to herself "He's gone and done it know. Trying to prove himself by going on a suicide mission." Waiting for the stairs to reach their destination agitated her to no end seeing as the longer it took for her to get there, the les time she had to save him. As she neared the door she felt a slight unease and try as she might she couldn't shake the feeling that what lay in store for her behind the door was not good. The door opened on its own accord, as if it knew she was coming. And as she entered, she saw the grave faces of Dumbledore and Harry look back at her, and she knew then that it was too late. She hadn't been able to get there in time. She heard Harry try and explain it to her, but she turned him out. And all of a sudden she crumpled to the floor, her body wracking with tears, and from her hands the paper that she clutched fluttered to the ground unnoticed by anyone, taking with it the last words that he would ever write.