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&&::Chapter Three:::&&

Its just a problem that were faced with

Am I not the only one that hates to standby

Complications headed first in this line

With these pictures running through my mind

"What do I do now?" her words ring in my ears, but I pay them no attention because I have no time to think her question out because I hear someone coming towards us-the padded sound of footfall on the concrete pavement.

I panic, and grab her hand forcefully with mine, tugging her to my side. I whisper, into her ear, "We're going to apparate, okay? Just close your eyes. One...Two..."

"No!" she hisses in a barely audible voice, struggling to get out of my grip, but I am far too strong for her, "I'm not leaving Ron. I will not leave him here, not like this."

Red hot anger runs through my veins, and my grasp around her tightened, it would probably bruise her fair skin, but it didn't matter at the moment as I nearly drag her, into the shadows of an alleyway.

She is now near hysterics, babbling on and on about how she couldn't leave his body. I let out a low growl that shuts her up. I strain to hear the sound of footsteps once more.

Who ever it is is getting closer. And then, it went silent...And then I hear a groan of agony. And then the sounds of a swift wind, the crunch of bone, and a cry.

"God dammit!" the voice roared. Granger's eyes widen in surprise, "It's Harry! I know it is!"

I almost let out a hiss at the mention of the boy-who-just-can't-seem-to-die, and I let go of her, watching her back disappear as she runs towards the streets where she is sure her friend is.

I press my back into the brick wall of the alley. I close my eyes and try to think about what I could have done if Granger was still with me...Was I seriously thinking of taking her to the Malfoy Manor and hiding her in my room? What the bloody hell is wrong with me?

I start out of the alley, for some strang reason I need to make sure she is oaky. And I see her sitting in the middle of the street where Ron's body was with this look of disbelief. Where's Potter.

"He's gone..."she said, in a tiny whisper as she hung her head, "...Harry took him." I can see tears beginning to brim her eyes again, and I know she's using all of her strength not to cry. But she gives up, and forces her eyes closed, with the tears trailing down her face.

This time I do not just stand there not knowing what to do, or waiting for her to say something to me. I walk over to her, and place my hands onto her shoulders.

I envision the grand building of Château Malfoy in Versailles, France-the castle my father bought my mother for their first wedding anniversay. I feel a familiar tug on my navel, and think in my head, I've always hated the feeling of side apparating.