Chapter 5.

If felt like an eternity. We continued to stare at each other. He never blinked.

'Get out.'

I almost jumped out of my skin at the harshness of his voice. I knew he was trying to push people away. I wouldn't let him.

'No.'

'Leave.'

'No'

'Go away.'

'No.'

'Fuck off.'

'No.'

'Go to hell.'

'No.'

'GO-A-WAY!'

'No.'

'GET OUT!'

This time I did jump as he screamed at me, his voice hoarse, eyes burning with anger. I didn't show it, I couldn't, but at that

moment I was terrified of the boy-who-refused-to-die. That much was obvious from his eyes, the windows to his soul, the

reason he could never lie to me, and I knew what I was looking for. Before I could delve deeper into the maze, that is his mind,

the windows slammed shut and bolted. At least I got him to speak. Better than nothing.

'Please speak to me.'

He turned away from me and walked away over to the 3 Hogwarts trunks, spreading dust with each step. He sat down in front

of one, which had a name indented by a neat childish hand, 'James Potter.' The others I saw had belonged to, 'Lily Evans'

and 'Sirius Black.' That was at least part of the reason he locked himself up here. I stood up and went over to him. I put a hand

on his shoulder. He flinched, but moved closer to me.

'He's gone Harry.'

'I know, I'm just scared.'

'Of what?' now I was worried, Harry was never scared.

'Of who else I'm gong to loose in this war.' I didn't believe this was the whole reason, but I could get to that later.

'Harry. . . you can't blame every death on you. Sirius didn't die because of you, your parents didn't die because of you, no one

ever has and no one will.'

He looked up at me and I could tell he was debating something. He hesitated for a moment.

'You can't promise that Hermione. The prophecy, the prophecy – I've got to do this alone. Only I can do it and he knows it.

Others are killed and tortured for fun, pleasure.

But the Weasley's, the Order, Ron, Remus, Tonks – you. All of you could be captured, torture and god knows what, just to get

at me, to lure me to him. I won't have a choice. He'll go for those I can't live without.

How long do you think Ron would last under torture? How long would you last? I don't want to think about it.'

I sat down and he looked at me, emotion running through his eyes, tears forming.

I began to sing:

Tears are in your eyes

Come on and come to me

Don't be ashamed to cry

Let me see you through

Cause I've seen the dark side to.

The tears fell from the prisons they'd been locked in for far too long. I opened my arms and he gratefully leaned in to me.

When night falls on you

You don't know what to do

Nothing you confess

Could make me love you less.

His shoulders shook as his sobs racked his body.

I'll stand by you

I'll stand by you

Won't let anybody hurt you

I'll stand by you.

My own tears fell into his hair and I tightened my grip on him.

So if you're mad get mad

Don't hold it all inside

Come on and come talk me to mw now

And hey, what you got to hide?

I felt him tense up, but I rubbed his back in soothing circles and rocked him gently.

In get angry to

But I'm a lot like you

When you're standing at the crossroads

Don't know what path to choose.

The sobs had stopped, his breathing was even, I barley heard him;

'Don't leave me alone.'