AN-The song used in this chapter is 'Run', by No Doubt. Lyrics will be presented in italics.
Run
Running all the time
Running to the future
With you right by my side
All around them rubble rained down, huge chunks of mortar and brick that used to be a building. The streets of London stretched out broken and smoldering before them.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, his ripping voice nearly inaudible through the din of the raging battle. Their secret-keeper out of the way, Voldemort had sent every Death Eater at his disposal to destroy the finally located Grimauld Place, headquarters to the Order of the Phoenix.
Caught by surprise and outnumbered twenty to one, there was little to do but try desperately to escape.
Me
I'm the one you chose
Out of all the people
You wanted me the most
Regardless of the danger, Ron wasn't going anywhere without Hermione. Where the hell was she? He looked around wildly, seeing nothing but destruction and blazing red lights of curses flying through the air. He screamed her name again before he saw her, lying on the ground beneath a slab of flotsam. Fear gripping him tightly, he freed her from the wreckage with a simple 'wingardium leviosa.' She had taught him that in their first year. Panic bracing him, he crashed to his knees to rouse her.
I'm so sorry that I'm falling
Help me up let's keep on running
Don't let me fall out of love
"Hermione? Wake up, please, we have to get out of here!" He shook her, brushing ashes off her shoulder. Her eyes remained closed. He looked up and saw ten feet away, Kingsley fall to the killing curse, Mad Eye roaring behind him, the crutacious curse placing him in agony. "NO!"
Running, running
As fast as we can
I really hope you make it
Do you think we'll make it?
There was no one left now. No one but the two of them. In shock, he slid his arm into hers and squeezed it tightly. With a pop, they were gone, several curses hit where they had been a moment before.
Harry was still out in the world, searching for the Horcruxes. Hogwarts had closed its doors. Dumbledore was gone, taken from this world by someone he trusted. Where would they go? Where was left that was safe?
We're running
Keep holding my hand
So we don't get separated
With a soft thud, they landed in the one place that was still unharmed. The burrow. It should be empty, now that everyone's gone. In his old bedroom, at the top of the stairs, he set her down on his old bed. He knelt besides her, praying, something he had been finding himself doing all the time. Prayer was all they had left. Hermione was all he had left...
Be
Be the one I need
Be the one I trust mostDon't stop inspiring me
"Hermione, please, God," he whispered the last awakening charm he knew. With a gasp, she sat up, allowing him to breathe again.
"Ron, what's happened?" He couldn't answer. His throat didn't seem to want to work properly. All he could do was pull her close. "Ron?"
Sometimes it's hard to keep on running
We work so much to keep it going
Don't make me want to give up
"Ronald, what's happened? Why are we here?"
"They found us, Mione. They found number twelve."
"No..."
"Nobody's left. I got us out just in time..." His voice cracked under the terrible strain of relaying the truth.
"No!" Tears welled in her weary eyes. "Oh, Ron, what will we do now? Where will we go?"
"We've got to hide. We've got to run. We'll stay together...maybe we can try and find Harry. In the morning we can head out. For now, you need to rest, if you can."
They sat for a time, deep in mourning. They were two people, adrift in a war, with no means to end it. At sunrise, all was still quiet, and he watched her sleep, and waited for her to wake on her own. When she did, he announced that they were ready to leave. All hope was lost for England. They would find Harry and help him find the Horcruxes.
"Hermione, wait...before we go, I need to tell you something incase we don't make it through the next attack."
"Ron, what..."
"I love you, Hermione. I always have. Let's go."
Running, running
As fast as we can
I really hope you make it
Do you think we'll make it?
We're running
Keep holding my hand
So we don't get separated
FIN
AN- Yes, i know that was sad, but put down the razor and pick up the next chapter, and read it, and you will be all happy again! Please let me know if you find room for improvement.
