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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!

Ok here is chappie 2!

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She had been knocked out by a simple "stupefy!" spell. She could have easily blocked it, but she was paying attention to more—pressing matters. While one Death Eater was trying to kill her, the other was trying to simply knock her out.

She had a choice, so she dodged one spell and got hit with the other. She was out for about an hour or two- she missed Voldemort appearing, but she woke up after she had been turned over. Yet she wasn't fully aware of what was her surroundings were until she heard screaming.

She had felt a sense of urgency and got up. It took her a while to figure out where the noise was coming from, but then she spotted them. Voldemort and Harry… Voldemort had Harry pinned to the side of the mountain. She witnessed the battle from afar. She gasped when Harry was hit by the purple spell.

She knew what that spell was. You could block it, but it was very fast. It was also deadly if done right. It was called the De Verduistering Curse. It meant blackout in English, and blackout could mean a number of different things. She had no hesitation. She started running towards the cliff, which was sort of far away, screaming "Harry!" seeing if she would get a response. She got none.

She couldn't believe what she just saw. She didn't. She lost all common scenes because she was so terrified and infuriated at what she just saw. First thing she was going to do was go up there and curse the living daylights out of Voldemort. Then she was going to go simply stand Harry up and he would be okay. Then he would smile at her and say "Thanks."

She got to the base of the cliff and started running up it, but all of the sudden somebody grabbed her. She tried to keep running even though her tears were blurring her vision. Then she heard a familiar voice say "Hermione! You can't do anything! Your going to get yourself killed!" She recognized it as Ron's voice.

She kept trying to get away from his grip for a while, bet then, with all of her emotions suddenly peaking, she turned around and hugged Ron, crying in to his shoulder. She still didn't believe what she just saw. It was very emotionally draining to see one of your best friends die right in front of you.

After a moment of calming her down Ron said "C'mon we need to get out of here." She let go of him and looked back up the cliff. Voldmort was nowhere to be found.

Ron apparated both him and Hermione out of the mountain area, telling himself that he should go tell McGonagall as soon as possible, so she and others could come back and see the damage. Even more to see if Harry was still alive….

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All he knew was that he was hurt and he was not safe. He needed to get away of here. He, even though he wasn't sure who "he" was at the time, would come back to see if he finished the job. He needed to go now. Harry opened his eyes to try and find a place to hide. He saw a cave a little more up the mountain. He probably wouldn't have even noticed it, if it weren't for the heightened senses you get when you're terrified.

It was painful and tiring work to get up and go up to it, especially because the setting sun was blinding him. Every part of his body felt like knifes were slashing in to him at every movement he made. After a good ten agonizing minutes, he got there, climbed in between the gap and fell upon the cave floor. He felt the since of pain overwhelm him again and a moment later he fell unconscious.

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"Harry! Haaaaaarryyyyyyy! HARRY!" Ron yelled desperately. He had no idea where Harry was. He had been searching for over an hour now, along with Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, various other staff members, and many ministry workers, including most of his family but no one had succeeded in finding him yet. McGonagall insisted they went in the morning but even though it was dark he knew where Harry had fallen. You could imagine his surprise when he wasn't there.

Ron along with others were trying their best to find him, but Ron was also scared what he would discover when he found Harry. He tried not to think about it as much as possible, but the thoughts that Harry might not have made it this time kept slipping back in to his mind.

Even though he had doubts, he swore to himself that he would not give up until he found his best friend. The one who had helped him survive through all his years at Hogwarts. The one who was there in good times and bad. Harry, Hermione and he were practically inseparable. He didn't know what he would do if it was just lowered down to he and Hermione.

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After a few days of being unconscious in the hidden cave, Harry finally awoke. He still felt incredibly tired and painful. He tried to remember what happened but he came up blank. He didn't even remember who he was! He knew that some one was looking for him though, and he knew he was dangerous. He had a dream about it. A cloaked figure with a cold, high-pitched voice had been furious, torturing his minions until they found someone who he had been sure was dead, but somehow survived. When they still came up empty handed, the evil man said that he would go looking for him himself then, because the two were somehow linked… the dreams details were slipping away as fast as if you were trying to catch and hold water with your hands. He knew that he had to get away from this cave, first because there was no food or water in it, and he was starving, but because he had the strangest feeling that he was the one the evil, creepy man was looking for. He peaked his head out of the cave. It was dark out, with no moon but with a few stars shining brightly in the black sky. He decided it was best if he went now, and silently crept out of the cave.

He started down the path, deciding to get to the bottom of the mountain first. When he was about halfway down, he turned a corner and jumped in surprise. There was a man sleeping on the mountainside. He didn't know what to make of him until he saw where he was standing. He had been there before…

Suddenly a vision flashed in front of his eyes. It was of the evil, creepy man and him were dueling, he saw purple sparks flying toward him, he tried to move out of the way but his feet seemed glued to the ground. When the spell hit him, he felt a sharp pain from his forehead that awoke him from the vision.

He was standing right in the spot where he was hit in his vision… he linked the sleeping man with the scene he just saw and decided that he might be on the evil, creepy man's side and ran the opposite way. He was heading back up the mountain to see if he could find a different path. As soon as he found the first one that could be possibly considered a path, he ran down it, promising himself to get as far away from the mountain as possible.

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It had been two days since the battle and still no one could find Harry. They had cleared away all the dead bodies, which surprisingly wasn't that many. All the other injured ones were either in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts or in St. Mugo's Hospital for madness and injury. Ron's spirits were low as he looked from cave form cave for the second time. When he saw Professor McGonagall heading towards him his heart did a belly flop. He wasn't sure if he should be excided, or if he should be scared. Once she reached him she said, "You should be getting back to class, Ronald. You have no need to be here."

Remembering his internal promise he said "No, not until we find Harry." McGonagall all of the sudden looked the oldest he had seen her. "We will keep trying to find him, but I wouldn't keep my hopes too high." Ron looked at her for a second trying to not imagine what she meant. She must have conceived it as a confused look and sighed.

Then she said, "Ron, its predicted Harry is dead. The reason we can't find his body is because we think You-Know-Who won't let us even have that." This is exactly what Ron was trying to prevent from imaging. Once again he felt his eyes start to water. He looked to the sky holding them back. McGonagall patted his back sympathetically and said, "Come, Wheasly." and started to walk him away from the mountain.

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TBC….

Okkkkk… I am pretty far along in chapter 3. I think it will be posted up next Friday…. Thanks again reviewers! C ya Friday!

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