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So Harry ran, not watching to see if anyone followed. He ran staircases, through student filled corridors- he didn't care about stitches in his stomach or chest, he knew what he had to do… he just knew. The trail he followed was brambled and covered with littering weeds and clumps of bushes herbology probably couldn't recognise. His lungs burnt. His heart pounded. He felt lightheaded. But it wasn't exertion, it was fear. That rumble of panic. The sweat. The shakes. The anxiety. He felt sick; his stomach was churning repeatedly. But everything stopped, as Harry stopped.
Aragog's cave. The place he had admitted and faced death.
The place had an air of abandonment. Aragog's descendants -once evicted by death eaters- hadn't returned. The cave was blackened, chard.
Probably the spells- the spells of victory. Harry's mind told him. He remembered. Remembered the death eaters; their cheers at his death. The shooting of spells in the sky. Voldemort's shout of 'Crucio!" Proving his power, proving that darkness had blackened light.
How wrong. Harry thought. Behind him Harry heard two other sets of feet pounding; breathing hard almost breathless. Turning he saw Ron and Hermione, clutching their chests gasping for breath- whilst kneading their stitches in their stomachs. Harry didn't look at them for long, he just gazed into the wild undergrowth- the brambles, the bushes, and weeds clutching their ankles; it could be anywhere. He'd known back at The Burrow, but he'd never imagined this scale of haphazard disaster. To search for a stone… it would… they could be here for months.
Behind Harry, Hermione spoke. "Accio Hallow!" They all waited frozen.
It won't work. Harry thought. But he froze again. Stopped breathing. They all did. About twenty feet away from the entrance of Aragog's cave the ground jerked- jumped and fell.
They stood watching for anything else- they moved so slowly. One foot in front of the other- stopping to check again. Hermione watched tentatively as Harry reached the edge of the ground- and despite his fear he picked up a singular stone off the peddled surface- he remembered now. This was the way he had came- in the dark barely able to see where he was placing his feet. Wedged in-between the edged concrete of the cave's opening and the forest edge is the peddled ground- enveloped in trees it was in suffocating darkness that night. The only thing that Harry remembered now was the crutch of stone, pebble, rock under his feet. In his head he felt the cold sweat, felt it move down his spine- like a slither. It was then, then that Harry felt himself leave. He saw the ground so blackened, just fractions of light sparkling through. Heard the distant whispers of children's laughter and chat. His nose was flattened to the ground, the smell of raw earth penetrating his senses.
"Soon so very soon." Harry heard himself say- no he heard himself hiss. The words echoed in the darkness. "So very soon."
Harry felt blinded by the sudden light, he looked into the collection of trees moulding themselves together, entwining- it was only then he realised he was lying down and both Ron and Hermione were watching him with guarded expressions.
"Harry! Harry are you ok?" Hermione screamed in his face.
"It's…it's underground. Next to all of them. He's getting stronger." Harry whimpered the words, still trapped in an almost haze. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck hugging him close; Ron just watched.
"We need to see Dumbledore, Harry if you're seeing this mate… maybe?" Ron stumbled over his words but Harry saw the meaning.
"Maybe I'm not up for this, should just let you and Hermione? Is that right?" Harry roared the words utterly enraged.
"No, I didn't… just tell him." Ron spoke in tone as if in casual conversation. Hermione looked at Harry and her husband; she took Harry's hand and pulled him too his feet.
"This can wait." She said as she continued to lead him by the hand to Dumbledore.
They had gotten to the stone steps when a boy came running at them, teeth too big for his face, eyes filled with curiosity, robes billowing in the wind. Hermione made to go around him, but he moved to stop her- standing directly in front of the two wooden doors.
"Mr Potter?" The boy squeaked. Harry made to move him out of the way. "Mr Potter… Professor McGonagall said… Albus… hospital wing… I think…" Harry didn't let the boy finish again he just ran, he couldn't breathe.
"Albus!" he screamed as he opened the two doors to the hospital wing. What met his eyes is something that will never be unseen.