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Chapter 2
Thoughts were racing inside Harry's head as he sat on the small chair in the damaged tent. How did it ever come to this? What happened to make the two people he thought would always be near him leave?
Harry would have given anything, anything to be safely in Hogwarts right now. He knew that his thinking was irrational. It was no longer safe for him to even leave his tent. Voldemort was absolutely everywhere. Harry's days and nights mixed to become one dark grey storm cloud. This cloud has been making Harry unusually desperate to find anything that would help him defeat Voldemort. Not even Dumbledore could help him now. The old man told him only last month about Hocruxes and the means of bringing about Voldemort's destruction. The task was daunting at best, and now it seemed impossible to finish - Ron and Hermione were no longer here to help him. Ron would not be much of actual help, yet he did cheer Harry up, or at least he used to until this week. Ron was Harry's moral support, someone Harry trusted to be there for him, always. Hermione was invaluable with her intelligence; had it not been for her, Harry highly suspected that he would not survive even three days. Hermione always motivated him to keep looking for the vestiges of Tom Riddle's soul.
It was now the end of August. The never ending rain started to pummel the top of the tent. It was going to be an early winter. Harry wondered if Voldemort was powerful enough to control things such as weather. He never remembered this much rain in his entire lifetime.
Getting up from his chair, Harry made his way to the small dresser, opening it and taking out a bottle of firewhiskey. Not even bothering with the glass, Harry merely opened the bottle and took a huge swig, Ron's words still in his head. Harry had been catching Ron and Hermione talking to each other more and more frequently. Several times he walked in on them, he could hear his name. He knew that they were discussing the whole idea of being in the middle of nowhere, hunting down never seen before items.
Harry supposed he should have been expecting this to happen. He was in a foul mood today - the weather had gotten to him, he was hungry and lonely. He also managed to read a paper Hermione has been carefully hiding from him. It was the Daily Prophet and it described yet another attack by the Death Eaters. Hundreds of Muggles were killed today. Upset at Hermione, Harry told her to not hide things from him. Ron was not happy with Harry after that. Like Harry, Ron was on a particularly short fuse. He was most affected by the lack of food, the cold lodgings and the fruitless searching. Harry remembered the words he told Ron before the red-haired boy lost it completely. 'Please Ron; I am tired about this whole thing myself. I just don't know where to start.'
Harry downed more whiskey, which was his only friend now. He foolishly thought about Dumbledore finding him. The ex-Headmaster was nowhere to be seen. It seems that he was spending all of his energy on locating the Hocruxes. Harry thought about writing to Lupin, yet he was certain that Remus would not receive his letter. Harry did not even know where he was.
Harry had even lost Hedwig. She was killed when they were discovered by Death Eaters. That was the only time Hermione did not place the defensive spells around the tent.
Another swig of the firewhiskey ensued from Harry, the biggest one yet. The bottle was more than half gone now. Harry sat on his bed now. All this loss. Harry was losing everything and everyone he cared about, at an alarming rate too. Sirius, Draco, Hermione, Ron and Hedwig. Harry thought that even half of the Wealseys despised him now. Charley, George and Mrs. Weasley were certainly vocal when he told them that he would not marry Ginny. Harry smiled slightly when he remembered their faces when he told them that he was gay.
Being in hiding is certainly not romantic; however Harry could not forget Draco. The events of last year were still fresh in Harry's mind. Harry was not angry at Draco at all; in fact he now sympathized with Draco. Harry thought that he would the same thing Draco did if he had to choose between his love and family. It was only natural for Draco to save both. But the blond Slyherin ended up losing his father, and that crushed him. Harry thought that the young blond never really forgave himself for what he did. Draco probably thinks it's his fault that Lucius Malfoy died.
Harry still dreamed about Draco. His dreams were becoming more and more frequent. He always dreamed about Draco smiling. Thinking about that smile always made the ex-Gryffindor's day brighter. Harry remembered Draco's silky hair, his high cheekbones, the thin long nose, the full pink lips and those stormy grey eyes. Harry's dream always ended when he thought that he would drown in the grey of those eyes. Sometimes Harry felt bad enough to cry. The brunette felt as if he lost the best thing that ever happened to him.
Harry decided to finish the bottle of firewhiskey. His vision slightly blurry now, Harry curled up in a ball on the bed and thought that he just might let himself cry this one time. Letting out a sob, Harry thought about Sirius and his parents, and how he can never see them again, Ron and Hermione, and how empty he felt about being alone, and the responsibility that was placed upon his shoulders by the Wizarding World, and how miniscule his power was compared to Voldemort's, and Draco, his angelic shy smile. Tears were streaming down Harry's face in earnest. Harry was nearly asleep when he heard a rustling sound outside the tent.
There was someone outside.
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