Harry Potter and the Year of Sacrifice
"Ron, will you shut up already?" Hermione hissed. "You're being such a git."
"But Hermione, what if V-V-you-know-who comes on this train! He could kill Harry!" Ron squeaked nervously.
Harry groaned. He should have known that telling Ron and Hermione what Dumbledore had said was a mistake. Ron was white faced and whimpering with terror; Hermione, though she would not admit it, was trembling slightly and spoke with a quiver in her voice. He should have known that they would be no help when he told them that it was kill or be killed. Though he had waited until the train ride to Hogwarts (so as not to spoil their summer with worry), he could not help feeling that he had ruined their sixth year entirely.
The feeling absolutely sickened him.
"Will you come off of it already?" Harry moaned, angrily. "You're not helping."
"Ron, look what you've done now. Could you get any less supp-"
Harry threw her a very knowing look, and Hermione stopped mid-sentence.
Though the subject of the conversation had since been changed to Famous Witch & Wizard cards, Harry did not feel any better. He still had the nagging heaviness of the situation at hand on his back, pressing deeper into him by the second. He had come to his two best friends in search of support, but it only made him feel worse.
Ron had made a horrifying, yet very real, point. Harry had not thought of it before. The question here was not 'Who's going to kill whom?'; rather, it was 'When is this going to happen?' Harry had before imagined being much older, out of school, becoming an Auror, and then facing Voldemort for the final time. But what if this were to happen before he was out of Hogwarts?
But before he could think about it anymore, the train had arrived, and he followed Hermione and Ron out of the train to the Hogwarts grounds he knew so well.
"Ron, will you shut up already?" Hermione hissed. "You're being such a git."
"But Hermione, what if V-V-you-know-who comes on this train! He could kill Harry!" Ron squeaked nervously.
Harry groaned. He should have known that telling Ron and Hermione what Dumbledore had said was a mistake. Ron was white faced and whimpering with terror; Hermione, though she would not admit it, was trembling slightly and spoke with a quiver in her voice. He should have known that they would be no help when he told them that it was kill or be killed. Though he had waited until the train ride to Hogwarts (so as not to spoil their summer with worry), he could not help feeling that he had ruined their sixth year entirely.
The feeling absolutely sickened him.
"Will you come off of it already?" Harry moaned, angrily. "You're not helping."
"Ron, look what you've done now. Could you get any less supp-"
Harry threw her a very knowing look, and Hermione stopped mid-sentence.
Though the subject of the conversation had since been changed to Famous Witch & Wizard cards, Harry did not feel any better. He still had the nagging heaviness of the situation at hand on his back, pressing deeper into him by the second. He had come to his two best friends in search of support, but it only made him feel worse.
Ron had made a horrifying, yet very real, point. Harry had not thought of it before. The question here was not 'Who's going to kill whom?'; rather, it was 'When is this going to happen?' Harry had before imagined being much older, out of school, becoming an Auror, and then facing Voldemort for the final time. But what if this were to happen before he was out of Hogwarts?
But before he could think about it anymore, the train had arrived, and he followed Hermione and Ron out of the train to the Hogwarts grounds he knew so well.