Rose was laughing. Harry tried to slide backwards on the smooth floor but was too weak he raised his wand shakily but all that came out was a croak. He lay on his side and felt something press into his leg. He opened is pocket and saw something glint, reflecting the light. Harry took it out shakily and saw it was a glass vial. Years of education at Hogwarts had taught him that this was a vanquishing mixture. There was a small message on the bottle, which Harry recognised immediately as Hermione's handwriting. It said simply: 'Good luck, see you soon.' She was alive. Hermione was alive!
They believed he could win this battle. Even in their absence he knew they were supporting him. This gave him new strength.
Still holding the bottle he sat up, facing Rose who was still advancing towards him.
He threw it with all his might at her feet. She looked down and her laugh turned into a scream of agony.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she yelled, dropping her wand to the ground. "Ahhh! Help me!"
"You murderous bitch!" he shouted, standing up.
"Harry, please help me! I'm your only living relative!" she screamed. She looked pathetic on the floor.
"You mean nothing to me!" he snarled. "You're pathetic!" Harry turned away in disgust.
Behind him, Rose gave one last scream and left for the fires of Hell. All that was left was a scorch mark on the ground where she'd laid.
All he wanted was to get out of there and he tried to Dissaparate. But he was grounded. She'd drained his powers.
"Great." He said to himself sarcastically. "Just great." He looked around and spotted a door. He walked over, his physical strength coming back, and turned the doorknob. It was locked. Harry ran at the door and instead of breaking it, went flying back with a sharp pain in his shoulder. He peered round small corners and found a hole in the brickwork at the back of the room. He knocked out loose bits and made a gap large enough for him to crawl through.
Sunlight beamed down on him and he squinted to see where he was. He was in the mountains. There was no movement anywhere. He looked behind him and saw a grand building. A building in the middle of nowhere?
He shrugged it off. Rose was mad.
He experimented and tried to Apparated a few feet that turned out to be a few metres. It hurt him and the squeezing sensation was worse.
All he cared about was the fact Rose was dead and out of his life for good.
It was time to go back. The summer sun was still up but his watch said it was late.
He closed his eyes, trying to relax and focus on Hermione's house back in London, away from wherever he was.
They're alive! Two chapters left!