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The Boy Who Died: Chapter 2

Harry fiddled with his wand in his pocket. He felt the wooded knots and bumps. He blankly stared at the porridge he was making. He watched as the oats turned over and over around his spoon. Harry's glasses fogged from the steam coming off of the breakfast. His thoughts turned to Ron. He remembered the first time he saw Ron. Harry remembered Platform 9 ¾ and the smell of the die-cast Hogwartz train. He remembered Ron's quirky smile and his flame-red hair.

Harry remembered the great hall at Hogwartz and how Ron and Harry would laugh together at Malfoy and his gang. Harry missed Hogwartz. It was his home. Harry remembered the green light dashing at his eyes and the sinister bellow of his enemy, Voldemort. Harry remembered death, the feeling of falling asleep but not like real sleep. The feeling of getting your life ripped away by force, and then nothing. Harry's thoughts drifted to Hermione. He remembered when she was so small, making all of us feel so dumb.

"Harry!"
Hermione turned off the bewitched flame under the pot. Harry jolted out of his daydreaming. "Our breakfast is burning, wake up!" Harry adjusted his glasses and apologized. He motioned for Hermione to turn the stove back on. After she did Hermione sat down beside Harry on the bed. Harry continued to stir silently. "Is it Ron, Harry?" Harry nodded tersely. His eyes fixed on the porridge as he scooped it into bowls. Hermione furrowed her brows and stood up and took a bowl from Harry. The two friends sat on the bed and ate.
Harry remembered the torturous cooking when he was at the Dursleys. After Hermione yelled at him he didn't flinch because he was so used to it. "Sorry," Hermione said. Harry shifted on the bed and put his hand on hers, trying to warm her up. "You're cold." Harry put his scarf on Hermione and she put her head on Harry. They shared a silence. After breakfast the two went out and foraged for some vegetables and fruit. The two spent a good long time gathering necessities and spent the good lot of the day in the snow, finding what they could. After the day the two set up a fire and sat on logs.
"We really ought to go find a town or something and get some food," Harry announced as he showed his total sum of 10 tree nuts and 6 uprooted half-frozen carrots. "I agree," Hermione said sadly as she showed her total of 3 frozen apples. There was a cracking of sticks in the distance. Harry and Hermione grew silent as they listened for more. When they heard the crack again they drew their wands and put out the fire. They headed into the forest. "Lumos," Harry and Hermione said at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled. Bright lights illuminated from their wands. They eased around in the dark of the forest and crept around the trees. The two stopped dead in their tracks as they heard sinister giggling and a shining object fly past them. "Stupefy!" Hermione shouted. The curse hit the stranger in the back and the stranger toppled over.

Harry ran forward and came face to face with Wormtail, Voldemort's slave. Wormtail shouted curses in blind rage and anger at Hermione. As Wormtail broke through Harry's defense he threw Harry aside and flung himself at Hermione. He tackled her to the ground. "Harry!" Hermione cried. "Don't you touch her!" Harry shot out his wand and felt anger rush through him that he never felt before. "Avada Cedavra!" Green light exploded from Harry's wand and engulfed Wormtail's body and the lifeless Wormtail flew into the forest. Harry ran to Hermione and picked her up, the two running back to camp.