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Alright, you guys might not appreciate this chapter, it's a little weird really, and disappointing.

Chapter 24

Thinking It Through

Harry sat through almost what seemed to be like the whole night. He was just thinking, about what Voldemort said to his death eaters. He knew it was true, it was his fault. He did everything, and he knew tat. Know he was sinking into depression. He knew that it was all him that hurt Hermione, and killed Sirus. He had known this forever, but had been pushing it out of his mind. He knew if he got any closer, Hermione would die. He knew the same would happen with Ron. He would risk his life for anything. He had to stop this madness.

Harry had to find a way to make sure they didn't get hurt. He stayed up, thinking of what he should do. Finally, he figured it out. To make sure Hermione and Ron were safe, he had to ignore them. Staying away from them, Voldemort wouldn't hurt him and he would think he didn't care about that. This was the only full-proof way to make sure neither of them got hurt.

Harry decided not to go to breakfast. He wanted to have the least confrontation with Ron. After getting dressed, he decided to go to the common room, which he knew to be empty, or at least almost. When he went there, it was vacant, except for one person.

"Hey Harry." Ron said to him. Harry just stood there silent.

"U, did you have a good sleep.

Silence

"Hermione's coming home today." Ron said trying to make a conversation.

'Shit, I forgot.' Harry thought. 'How am I supposed to ignore her?'

'It may be her life,' His mind responded.

"Are you going to talk to me?"

'Don't blow up.' Harry told himself, not wanting to get them really, really mad at him.

"I won't Ron." He said, his voice almost rising to a scream. "I can't. Just get out. Or even better, I'll get out." Harry charged out of the common room.

"Bloody hell, what did I do?" Ron asked himself.

"Hey Hermione, your home." Ron said excitedly; glad to have the third member of the trio back. Hermione walked through the portrait, tired.

"I'm glad to be back. It was an exhausting two days." Hermione said, plopping herself down on a chair next to Ron's. The boy's dormitories opened, and Harry walked out, having a bad feeling about his timing. He walked downstairs and saw Hermione. His heart dropped. He went to turn around but she caught him, ran up, and gave him a confronting hug, just like he did before he left.

"Get off," he said coolly.

'That wasn't me,' he thought. 'It's either that or her death.' He thought telling himself he was doing the right thing.

"Harry, what is going on?" Ron asked, getting up and walking over to them.

"Can't you ever just shut up?" Harry asked him. Harry left the room, and went back up to his dormitory.

"What'd I miss?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Nothing, really."

"Then what is going on?"

"I have no idea. We were just talking last night, and know he's mad."

"What was the last thing you talked about?"

"Uh…" Ron said embarrassed to answer this question. "You"

"Me…What? Okay, I don't want to hear any details about that, but did he take anything you said offensively.

"No, I don't think so."

'Who do you think we should do first, Potter or Granger. I think if we do Potter first, it will be easily to be slip up.'

Hermione shook this thought out of her head, not knowing why it went there in the first place.

When lunch time finally came around, Hermione decided to go and talk to Harry. She had a feeling she knew what was going on.

"Harry, we need to talk."

Harry just sat there. She could tell he was listening, just not talking.

"Harry, I know why you're mad. You had a bad dream, right?"

Silence

"You know you can talk to me about anything."

"No, I can't Hermione." He said, his voice still cold and rising. "It's all up to me. You depend on it." With that he stormed out of the Great Hall. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to tell her, and risk her life.

The end of there lunch was nearing and Hermione was getting really worried about Harry. She had the biggest feeling it was a dream. What else would it be? During classes, Hermione stressed with the thought of Harry not talking to them and catching up with all her work. Ron kept laughing at how crazy she was going over her work. After classes, she went up to the common room, to get it all done.

"Are you sure you said absolutely nothing to Harry to get him mad?" Hermione asked Ron when she was finished with her work.

"No," Ron answered. "But I still don't understand why you think it was a dream. Usually when he has a dream, he talks to us right away."

"It just seems like they. Something must have ticked him off during the night, and that's all that I can conclude."

Harry did not show up to supper. Hermione was getting really worried and decided to leave early. She waited in the common room for an hour. Ron came and waited for Harry to arrive with her. It was getting really late, and both of them were getting drowsy.

"Let's just go to bed." Ron said, getting up.

"Wait," Hermione said stopping him. "Go up there and check to make sure Harry's there. Then come backand tell me."

"Fine."

Hermione listened and could hear him running up the stairs. She sat there in silence, hoping he would come back and tell her he was there. In less than two minutes, she heard him run back downstairs.

"Yeah, he's there."

"Alright, Thanks. Good Night."

"'Night."

Hermione went to bed with a little bit of everything on her mind. Harry, the fight, Voldemort, everything. In about an hour, she fell asleep, shocking with what was on her mind.

It was very dark. There were trees all around and she knew she had to be in the forest. There was one huge cave that she felt the sudden urge to walk in there. When she walked in, she saw a body on the floor, blood sprawling out of the man's head. There was a man behind him, pointing his wand at the other mind. He opened his mouth to speak.
This is it." The man who looked like he hurt the other said. "Finally, I get to finish what never should have started. You're too weak to survive. There's no way you could get out of this. Avada Kerdavra."

Hermione jumped up in her bed.

"Harry," she called out. She went downstairs, just to stare at the fire, hoping to get her mind off of things. She sat there for minutes, in silence, just thinking. She heard someone coming downstairs and jumped, not thinking of hearing anything.

It was Ron.

"Hermione," he said frightened. "Harry's gone!"

A/N- Two more chapters, and two more days until HBP! Worked out perfectly. Please review, and get me pumped up to put the next chapter up.

Kelly