Chapter Eleven

When I opened my eyes, it was dark, and Harry wasn't in the tent. A glance towards where Ron and Hermione were told me that the both of them were still asleep. I slipped out of the tent and into the night, and saw Harry sitting on the ground, his wand tight in his grip, staring at the trees that surrounded us.

"Harry?" I whispered. He jumped, pointing his wand in my direction before realizing it was me. "Are you alright?" He just shook his head. "Do you want to talk?"

"How do you do it?" he said finally, turning to look at me as I sat down next to him. "Act like that, like you don't care, when your dad's trying to help the Order, and could be killed for it?"

"Thanks for the positive outlook," I said dryly. He started to apologize, but I just shook my head. "Harry, I do it because I have to. Even if my father does get killed, which could very well happen, I'm not going to deny it, I'll still have one thing left. Helping you. I help you, Harry, and you-know-who will be killed, I'm sure of it. You have what it takes to defeat him." I lifted the locket from where it lay on his chest and stared at it for a moment. "This… It is possible, Harry. You know that. All you have to do is destroy this. And we'll help you. You have help, don't you ever forget it. Alright?" I let the horcrux fall back. "Hermione and Ron have faith in you. The world has faith in you. I have faith in you."

There was a moment where the two of us simply stared at each other. Then without warning, Harry leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.

Someone coughed, and we quickly pulled apart to see Hermione standing in front of us, arms crossed. I blushed, staring at the ground. What had I done? "I'll take the next watch," she stated. I nodded, and silently stood up, heading back inside the tent. At the opening, I turned back to see Hermione and Harry whispering to each other.

"Was going on?" I heard Ron mutter in his sleep, before he rolled over. I crawled into my bunk and stared up at the ceiling of the tent. What the hell had I done that for? Yes, he had kissed me first, but I had kissed him back. Why?

A few minutes later, Hermione stormed back in, took one look at me, scoffed, and turned away. I raised my eyebrows, a bit curious, but I said nothing.

The next day, we made no mention of what had happened the night before. Harry went out to get us some food, only to return empty handed and pale.

"Dementors," he panted. "I tried to make a patronus, but I couldn't…"

I barely listened as Ron pitched a fit, instead choosing to scan through one of the books Hermione had brought with us.

"Of course!" Hermione's voice made me jump and look up, startled. "Harry, give me the locket! Come on! The Horcrux, Harry, you're still wearing it!"

Okay, this is VERY short and I know that. I've had a lot of crap going on, so I haven't had time to write. But I thought of you guys, plus today's a friend's birthday. Happy birthday Kat!

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