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"Harry, are you in the right mind?" Ron lifted his head. "You can be talking about silly
games and crushes when your and my parent's lives are on the line!" Ron yelled, almost
crying now. Harry sighed, "Your right, I was just hoping that something good could
come out from this whole situation……whatever, we can talk about it when all this is
over."
Hermione sighed and pulled the door open. "So, what have you guys figured out?"
"Not much, to tell you the truth," Ron said sadly.
"I've got this plan. It's complicated, but it will work. The prophecy stated that one, either
Harry or Voldemort, will defeat the other no matter what, right? So if Voldemort thinks
he's defeated Harry, he'll leave him alone, and then, we can catch him with a surprise
attack," Hermione looked at Harry and Ron.
"Hermione, not that your plan isn't brilliant, but how are we going to get him to think
that he's defeated Harry," Ron looked confused.
"What we need is a decoy: Someone who will sacrifice their life for your parents. They
can take a Polyjuice Potion to look like Harry and be killed by Voldemort. Your parents
are vital for fighting against Voldemort because they're members of the Order. We
obviously need Harry because he's the only one who can defeat Voldemort. We need
someone who will be willing to die for the victory of this war. I don't have anyone in
mind at the moment but do you have any ideas?" Hermione finished, out of breath.
"Hermione: I don't want someone to have to die for all this. I will just go an-and find a
way to escape when that is necessary," Harry suggested.
"Harry, you know we can't risk that. If you die, who will be able to finish the war? We
have no one, there is no one who has the power against Voldemort that you do. You need
to stay alive so you can defeat him….for all of us," Ron spoke.
Then Harry said, "I need a nap; this whole thing is making me tired." Harry walked out
without another word.
When she saw Harry walk out, Hermione quietly followed. She entered his room and saw
him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.
"Harry?" she wavered. "Are you okay?"
"Does someone really have to die?" he looked up at her.
"Harry, this is all for the war. I can understand why you would feel bad but…..I feel bad
saying this……this is what has to happen. Voldemort wants you dead and for him to
happy and us to be able to win this war, someone has to die. I'm so sorry," Hermione
looked into his emerald eyes and leaned in. She put one hand behind his head and one on
his back and placed her lips on his. He held her waist and pulled her closer. She ran her
tongue along his smooth bottom lip and he opened his mouth, putting his tongue into
hers. He hesitantly put his hand up her shirt, but she didn't mind. He pulled it out and
pulled away from her, resting his forehead on hers. He whispered to her, "I love you
more than anyone I've ever met and I want to be with you for the rest of my life." He
gave her one more light kiss. He then layed down on his bed, motioning for her to lie
down next to him. She complied and rested her head on his chest falling into a deep
dreamless sleep.