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Finally chp. 11 is up! Sorry it took so long readers. And I graciously thank all those who reviewed! I like to know that people also enjoy my story :oD

Presenting CHAPTER 11-

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As Harry and Ron walked down the path, away form Godric's Hollow, the sun had begun to set. Harry hadn't even realized that they were in Godric's Hollow that long.

"Wow the sun sure is pretty." Ron said blankly.

"Yeah," Harry said looking into the horizon "What should we do?" Harry stared at Ron, searching his expression for any signs of an idea coming on.

"I don't know. It will be getting dark soon, and to tell you the truth I'm pretty tired." Ron answered with a yawn.

"Voldemort will catch up with us though, we can't just stop." Harry added.

"Well maybe we can-"Ron began before he abruptly stopped, his hands slowly reached for his pockets, and pulled out a silky material out of his pockets.

"My dad's old cloak!" Harry exclaimed softly as he took the cloak in his hands "you just now remembered you have it?" he spat at Ron.

"Sorry, I just . . . forgot!" Ron laughed nervously and began to walk again, rubbing his head, thinking of his own absentmindedness.

"Let's just find somewhere to stay, and we can throw this over us. Until then, get under." Harry said as he threw the old cloak over Ron and himself.

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Hermione awoke to find Ginny's bed empty. She silently got out of her own bed, and sneaked down the dormitory stairs. Hermione looked at the empty column room before stepping out of the entrance door.

"She must've gone down to breakfast." Hermione said to herself as she walked towards the great hall.

As Hermione walked towards the great hall, she came across the last three people she would want to see.

"Oh look, it's the poor little mud-blood. Hey mud-blood have you lost you're pathetic little boyfriend?" Malfoy mocked as Hermione walked past.

"Shut-up Malfoy." Hermione said pushing past him.

"Stupid mud-blood, you should watch out. After the Dark Lord is done with Weasley and Potter, you mud-bloods are next." Malfoy said as Hermione marched away, severely resisting the urge to punch him in the face again.

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It was only minutes before the sun had set and the moon had raised. It raised high above the hazy clouds and shone brightly in the sky, casting Harry and Ron's shadows down behind them. The wind blew eerily as they walked silently along the side of another forest.

"It's pretty dark, Harry. We should probably stop." Ron said quietly as he lifted up the cloak, and slipped beneath it.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Harry said as he too, lifted it off of himself and folded it neatly, before placing it in the security of his own pocket.

"I think if we could find a good spot, somewhere near trees, we would be better off there." Ron added, before pointing towards a small clearing guarded by thickly branched trees, and a few slightly large rocks.

"Home sweet home." Harry said sarcastically, laughing at their choice of a campsite.

Harry and Ron gathered things needed for their campsite. Harry gathered wood, and Ron gathered food. Harry got some water, and Ron lit the fire.

"Ron, I just thought of something. There is no way the cloak is going to fit over both of us. We're not as small as we used to be." Harry added thrusting the cloak towards Ron.

"No way, they're after you, you take it." Ron said pushing it back to Harry.

"Ron, no I would rather have them find me than you. You know what they'll do." Harry said thrusting the cloak into Ron's hands harder, staring into his eyes.

"Harry," Ron began, although he knew how noble, not to mention stubborn, Harry was.

"Ron," Harry said mimicking him.

"I have a better idea. We'll use it like a tarp. You know, we'll somehow string it above us so it'll cover us both." Ron offered, taking the cloak and hanging it from one side of a tree to another. Miraculously, Ron's plan worked, it actually would cover the both of them.

"Oh fine." Harry agreed as he moved a rock in front of the side so the only thing someone would be able to see is the toes on their feet.

Soon Harry and Ron were asleep. Their minds clear of the predicament they were in, and their worries erased from their heads, that is . . . until they awake.

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As Hermione looked for Ginny, It was almost dark. The Sun had almost gone down, and Ginny was nowhere to be found. Hermione had turned the castle upside down and still couldn't find Ginny.

"Lets see, I checked the Great Hall, the Library, the column room, the dormitories, near the lake . . . Where in blazes could Ginny have gone to?" Hermione thought aloud.

"I saw her in the Owlery about an hour ago."

"Huh? Oh thanks so much Neville!" Hermione said as she turned to see Neville's smiling face behind her, and then she turned and ran towards the Owlery.

As she reached the Owlery, Hermione set down her books in a corner, and walked up to Ginny.

"Ginny? Where have you been? I have been searching for you all morning!" Hermione said, slightly out of breath.

"I've been in here all day. I had to mail a letter." Ginny said, resting her head on her hands.

"A letter? Well why have you been in here all day?" Hermione asked, walking up to the window Ginny was staring out of.

"I'm waiting for a response." Ginny said casually as she looked up to the school owls.

"From who?" Hermione asked, before catching on to Ginny's plan "Ginny, You can't send Harry and Ron a letter! What if Voldemort finds out? Then he'll think we've been communicating!" Hermione said anxiously.

"Hermione calm down, I've got it all figured out." Ginny said.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked earnestly.

"I mean, that Harry and Ron escaped." Ginny said happily.

"Oh my, are you sure?" Hermione asked, her insides bursting with joy.

"Yes! I overheard a conversation between Snape and Dumbledore." Ginny said elatedly.

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Harry awoke to the sounds of muffled voices behind him. The voices seemed to be arguing quietly about something, and it seemed urgent. He couldn't make our the figures either, until he reached his hand out to put on his glasses.

"They could not have gone far, sir. The ashes are still hot." One of the voices said.

"Well keep searching. They're around here somewhere." A colder, deeper voice said.

Harry immediately knew who those voices belonged to. Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy. Without thinking he looked over at Ron, to find him blinking his eyes open. Harry quickly grabbed him, and covered his mouth.

"Har-" Ron mumbled through Harry's hand, but he soon understood what was going on, as he looked at the figures hovering above them.

"What was that?" Voldemort said as he peered through the blood red slits of eyes he had. Searching for what caused the sound "Keep looking. They've got to be here."

Harry waited silently. He gave Voldemort a deathly stare as Voldemort hissed more orders to his followers and eventually walked further away. When Harry finally let Ron go, he exhaled a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding.

"On the count of three, stand up, and as quietly as possible take the cloak and run." Harry ordered as he took his wand from his pocket and gripped it tightly.

"Harry, we've been over this." Ron said as he took half the cloak down from where it was tied.

"Ron, we're nev-"Harry began.

"Well too bad. We can try." Ron said handing one half of the cloak to him.

Harry and Ron quickly pulled the cloak over themselves and ran. Their feet made a small sound. But luckily the deatheaters were to far away to hear them. Ron and Harry ran further into a completely different direction they had been before. They passed the edge of the forest, and ran through the trees. But where soon stopped by a big hairy figure.

"Going somewhere?" Greyback asked, as he spotted Harry, because the cloak had only fallen off of him.

Ron quickly stood up again and shouted "Trotrificus totalus!" Before Greyback could do anything, he fell forwards toppling over Harry.

"Thanks." Harry said, standing up and beginning to run again. As they ran, Harry realized that Voldemort had heard Greyback and was running towards them. Suddenly closer than Harry thought, Voldemort and the deatheaters were shooting spells towards them, missing and ricocheting off the trees.

"Oh great." Ron said through his panting from running so fast "They're back."

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Ginny sat awake in her bed, thinking of what it would be like when Harry and Ron returned. She always dreamed that she and Harry would end up together, but she always had the voice in the back of her head that told her to keep on dreaming. But ever since she heard Harry's dream, a new voice came to her. It insisted that Harry would never be back; he would leave this world and never come back. These horrible thoughts had raced in and out of her head for the longest time, but now, her thoughts were clear. It was only of Harry's beautiful white owl that sent her message to him and Ron. She only thought of Hedwig's flight back home. And what Harry would say when he received the letter.

Hermione however was not only worried for Ron and Harry, but for Ginny also. Hermione may not have Ron at the moment, but she couldn't help but feel sorry for Ginny. Hermione always loved Harry. But no more than as if he was her brother. The prophecy had hit her hard, but she never would've imagined what it would be like to have to be in Ginny's place. Yet Ginny never gave up. Ginny always had an idea or something reassuring to think about. Even if her love is possibly and inch away from death.

"Hermione? Are you awake?" Ginny asked quietly from the bed next to Hermione's.

"Yeah, barely." Hermione joked.

"We should probably pack today. Since we're leaving for the Burrow tomorrow." Ginny suggested, sliding off her bed.

"Yeah I think we ought to." Hermione answered with a sigh, before sliding off her own bed.

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"Harry! We can't run forever!" Ron shouted to him.

"I know!" Harry yelled back "What else can we do? Fight back?"

"Well . . ." Ron answered.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted knocking a few of the deatheaters' wands out of their hands. Spells and charms kept being shot at Ron and Harry as they ran towards the thicker forest.

"Harry! Look out!" Ron yelled before running and pushing him to the side, making the both of them barely miss the killing curse Voldemort once again shot at Harry. Since it took them longer to get up, the deatheaters were already closing in on them.

"Crucio!" Harry attempted to hit the deatheaters, but this spell, had no effect.

"You have to mean it Potter!" Voldemort shouted from behind him.

"Impedimenta!" This time, he managed to knock q few down, and Ron was also shoot spells.

"Come on Potter, what about me? I'm waiting!" Voldemort mocked shooting more spells at him.

Harry gathered up all the anger he could. Taking Ron, killing all those close to him, tricking him before he shouted "CUCIO!" As loud and as powerful as he could.

Voldemort seemed surprised by Harry's spell, and it seemed to knock him off his feet.

After Voldemort tripped, it took down most of the other deatheaters; so once again, Harry had managed to escape death.

Okay, okay, sort of boring, yet a little exciting right? Well I probably will endthis story with 15 chps. so I PROMISE! The last chapters will be awesome:o) And keep on teh look out for my new story-