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Chapter two: Murderers Caught.
There, just in front of Harry were three photos, the people inside them struggling to break free from their captors. Underneath these photos was the heading: Murderers Caught. Harry's hands began to shake as he stared down at the photos before him. On was of a girl with long bushy brown hair, tears streaming from her face as she desperately tried to break free.
Hermione.
Next to that photo was one of a red-haired boy struggling for his life and getting ready to punch the nearest person to him.
Ron.
The other was… well… it was of him. Except he wasn't fighting off any people but instead he had a look on his face he never thought had come near to being on his face. His breath was cold and misty and it was covering his face every now and again. His dark hair was trying to wave in the coldwind as his eyes slowly turned blood red... then black, so black Harry couldn't see himself in those eyes anymore. The colour had gone from his face as he stared down at this picture, this thing that was supposed to be him.
The murders, Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Ronald Weasley, both who haven't even come of age yet, were captured yesterday for the murder of…
And just as Harry thought it could become no worse, he looked down at the last picture in the article, the picture he had always hoped he'd never have to see. There, only centimetres away from him was a picture of a girl with her hair waving briskly around her pale face. Her eyes were open as she lay there, her background dark and deserted making her cold, blue-ish face seem even paler. Her eyes were so wide, Harry could almost feel them suck the life out of him. Her fingers were blue and pale and her cheeks were no longer pink and rosy. But her smile… well… it would never be there again. A tear forced its way out of Harry's eyes as he sat there and stared down at the picture of Ginny Weasley, not believing for a second what he was seeing.
The other suspected murderer of Ginny Weasley is Harry Potter, the boy who lives only by killing others.
Harry looked at Ron's face, his mouth moving so fast Harry could almost not tell what he was saying. But after a second or two it was obvious.
"I didn't do it! Why would I kill my own sister? I DIDN'T DO IT!" Ron's voice echoed inside Harry's head as Hermione's cries bounced off the walls.
Mrs Weasley has been in great shock ever since she was told the news. "My son and his friends would not do this. I refuse to believe it." She spoke to us yesterday as she watched her son get taken away. The hearing will be on the 2nd of September…
"Harry, Harry, you have to get out of here." Mr Biknode said, grabbing Harry's arm so tight Harry knew that his circulation would never be the same again. "Run Harry, run as far away from here as possible."
It took several moments for it to register in Harry's brain exactly what was happening and what he had to do. He did have to run, he did have to hide… but where… and for how long?
It took another couple of moments for Harry to make up his mind about what he was going to do and that that was the right thing to do… well… sort of.
He took one extra moment out of time to give Mr Biknode a quick smile, knowing that this man was going to do as much as he could to help him and Harry was thankful for that.
But moments are not to be wasted in times like these, and Harry knew he had to get away as soon as possible. Away, away from civilization, away from people and away from his so called "crime."
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