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Not even Harry knew how he survived those hours of waiting.

It was as if time had stopped… the image of Hermione's parents fresh in his mind. The flash of green light, still obscuring his senses.

He felt like throwing up, but he managed not to. How, he didn't know. He was paler than ever, a cold sweat trickling down his brow as he sat on his bed, his elbows propped up against his knees and his head in his hands.

Please, say it wasn't happening. Please… the Grangers were safe. They had to be. Hermione and her parents were still alive…

And as another hour passed, Harry made up his decision without even thinking about it. He could not stand another moment in that room of his.

He wouldn't need anything other than his wand and invisibility cloak. He could come back for his things later, if he had the chance. Nothing else mattered. He had to get to Hermione. He knew it was crazy… he knew he was doing the exact same thing he did a month ago at the Department of Mysteries. He didn't care if he was walking right into a trap.

All that mattered was that he get out of that room. Before he died.

Opening the window to his room, he looked down, planning an escape. If he landed horizontally on those bushes below, he should manage to prevent a broken neck, he thought.

Just as he had a foot out the window, he noticed a bright red light at the corner of his eye. In pure instinct, Harry drew his wand from his pocket and faced the light, a spell on the tip of his tongue.

It was a letter.

Slowly and cautiously, Harry made his way to his desk, his wand direct. Who could it have been from? Voldemort, perhaps? He couldn't take any chances.

He reached out a hand. It was warm… and for some reason, he was drawn to it. Drawn to touch it…

And when his fingers did touch the warm letter of the unmarked envelope, Harry felt a familiar tug above his navel, and knew instantly…

It was a portkey.

And in pure terror and confusion, Harry Potter was thrusted from his room as he lost consciousness, his sickness finally taking toll on him.

I know it was short, but hey, there's more to come.

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