Harry
"No, Draco, no, don't hurt them! Leave them...No!"
"Harry!" Hermione called, shaking me awake. I flew open my eyes, and looked into Hermione's concerned face. "You were dreaming again, weren't you?" she questioned, anxiously.
I blinked, "N-no. No. I wasn't."
She touched my shoulder affectionatly, "I heard you screaming. I think Ron's still asleep. A herd of wild Hippogriffs wouldn't wake him up. I'm glad I woke you. I hate it when you have nightmares."
I smiled at her. "Thanks Hermione."
I looked around for a minute. It was dark, as usual, and the faint smell of the night air wavered in through the winding tunnels. We hadn't seen the sky or any other sign of life for a long time. We all missed it, to be sure, but we knew that we couldn't go back out again until our helpers came to us, and told us that it was okay. I sat up with Hermione and sat against the stone wall with her. "I'm scared," she admitted, "For you. You have the most danger to deal with right now, not us. I don't want you to die, Harry."
I nodded, "I don't want to die either. I just hope that everything turns for the better."
She smiled weakly and looked away for a moment, before asking, "Harry, aren't you going to try and sleep?"
I shook my head. "There's no point anymore. Everytime I fall asleep, it ends in a nightmare."
"You need your sleep," she pointed out, "It gives you energy, which gives you hope. We all need it right now."
Ron turned a bit in his sleep. "Ungha, garaba," he muttered to himself.
I snorted, "He's such a lazy bum."
"At least he sleeps," Hermione sighed. "I don't really sleep that well anymore either. What do you dream about?"
I hesitated. I didn't think that she should know, but I told her anyway. "I dream that you two die. At the hands of Malfoy. And there's nothing that I can do to stop him. I worry that my dreams might become a reality."
"That won't happen Harry," she reassured me, "We're both here, and we're safe."
Just as I smiled at her words, a blast echoed from down one of the tunnels. Ron turned again, but did not wake. I jumped up and ran over to him. "Ron! Dangit Ron! Wake up! They're coming!"
I shook him violently, in a desperate attempt to wake him up. He opened his eyes lazily. "What, what?"
"Voldemort!" I screamed.
Like he was strung on a rubberband that was just snapped, he flung up and looked around wildly. Upon hearing the banging and crashing from around the corner, he brought himself to his feet, and shouted above the noise, "What do we do?"
I looked over at Hermione. She was running her fingers threw her bushy, brown, tangled hair. She was terrifyed. "I don't know," I cried.
My voice rang around the cave and bounced off the walls. "Just get your wands out, and be prepared for anything that happens!" I shouted again.
They both nodded, and whipped their wands out. As we heard the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer to where we hid, nervousy creeped into me. Who was coming? Voldemort? Or maybe his Death Eaters? I asked myself in horror. I looked over at Hermione. She had her wand out, and ready. I could tell that she was thinking of a spell to hit the person approaching. More crashing and banging came as a second layer of rock crashed to the ground, only about 20 meters from where we hid. "Harry," Ron called from my left side.
"What Ron?" I answered.
"I'm sorry," he replied, flinching at another bang. "For everything bad that's happened to us. I'm sorry for all of it. Incase we don't get out of this..."
I interrupted him, "We are going to get out of this Ron. We aren't going to die. I just know it."
He shook his head, and said words that sent chills threw my bones, "No Harry. We are going to die. They're coming to kill us, and we have no defense. I'm sorry Harry, but we're going to die."
"He's right Harry," Hermione groaned from my other side. "I'm sorry too. But he's right. We're going to die."
My friends. My family. They were admitting to themselves that we were going to die. "No!" I cried. "We can get through this! We've been in tighter situations! I know that we're gonna be okay!"
They both shook their heads in unison. "I'm going to miss you," Hermione said sadly, "Harry Potter."
"The Boy Who Almost Lived," Ron chimed in.
For once, I had nothing to say. I just stared, amazed at my friends. Before I could say anything, the final wall that we had been hiding behind collapsed. Slivers of rock and dirt sliced threw the air towards us. We were flung backwards off our feet. Larger rocks plummetted down on us as we tried to block off the impacts. A familiar voice sounded from the enterance, "Okay vermin! Show yourselves!"
I coughed from the dust, and choked out, "Malfoy?"
The blonde haired boy stepped out from the dust, and spoke once again. "Yes rat," he drawled, "It is I. Draco Malfoy. Here to kill the pesky friends of The Boy Who Lived. And to take you away to be killed by the Dark Lord himself. Wow Potter, what an honor!"
"It is no honor to even be in the presence of that menace," I spat, "I didn't know that you had it in you Malfoy. How did he get you to turn? Bribed you with riches and power beyond imagination? You aren't ever going to get it you know. Once you ask for it, he'll just kill you."
His eye twitched. "I choose it. It was my choice to make. And just for that, I'll kill Granger, your little girlfriend first."
He raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione's heart. My breath caught in my throat. "No," I whispered.
I looked at Hermione, and hoped that there would even be a slight chance that he would miss. Her eyes filled with horror, and sadness. "Bye Harry, later Ron," she said, locking eyes with me.
"Hermione!" Ron cried, taking a step towards her.
"Don't move!" Malfoy yelled, whirling around to face Ron, pointing his wand at him now.
Ron stopped in his tracks but continued to look at Hermione. Malfoy turned back to Hermione, and raised his wand once again, at her heart. She closed her eyes as he said those horrid words. "Avada Kadavera."
And it was over.
