Chapter 39 - Escape

"Stupefy," the voice came out of no where. Malfoy wasn't expecting it, Anna wasn't expecting it. Wormtail had his arm raised above the now immobile body of Malfoy. He came over to Anna and gently pulled the sword free the coldness that had been starting to spread throughout her stopped. He then undid her shackles and he had to help her stand as she stumbled forward.

"You have to get 300 meters away from here before you can Apparate anywhere. I will try to hold them off as much as I can. Now go, quick as you can."

"I can't Apparate anywhere without my wand," she said between gasps, she was putting as much pressure on her wound as she could muster. Wormtail opened his robes and pulled out a thin piece of wood.

"They told me to get rid of it, but I couldn't for some reason."

"I will tell everyone what you did." She said with a smile then added, "can I have that?"

Wormtail picked up the bloody sword and handed it to her, she didn't know why but she had a feeling she might need it. She went toward the boarded up window and aimed her wand at it the boards fell away revealing a dark nights sky there was no moon so no shadows on the ground.

As she painfully climbed out the window Wormtail said his final words to her.

"Tell your father my debt is repaid…" Anna nodded not really knowing what he meant. "You have to defeat Him please."

Anna didn't know where to go. She was free, she could hardly walk but an inner strength had suddenly flared up inside her. She had to get home. Home. Where was home? She had no idea where to go. She suddenly realized the flaw in Wormtail's plan Appartaing anywhere would kill her. Even if she could Apparate she didn't know where Ron and Hermione lived, the only place she had ever been too was The Burrow. So she was going to the Burrow. To do that she had to find a Wizarding house. She looked around there was no Wizarding houses around, Merlin there weren't even any houses around. So walk to somewhere.

Anna heard shouts in the distance and the distinct colour of green light, that light showed up so well in the pitch dark. They must have found Wormtail and now he was dead. She had to go.

So she walked and walked until her aching, broken bleeding legs wouldn't take her any further. Thanking someone, for the ignorance of Death Eaters and the fact they thought she would use magic to escape, she collapsed against a tree. She looked down at her body. All she could see was blood, she was never going to get back up until she got medical attention. Well there was none of that out here wherever she was. She took off her blood stained robes and used her wand to tare them up. She tied it around her stomach where the sword had pierced and then around her broken ankle then around the deeper cuts she had. She looked down and imagined what she must look like; alone in the dark for Merlin knows how long, a piece of bread and some strange green liquid each day. No sleep, cuts, bruises, broken bones, and the emotional pain, she didn't know if anyone knew she was alive to look for her, she just had to get away from this place, she had to Apparate and hope for
the best.

Harry was getting annoyed they had been there almost 15 minutes now. He had better things to do than be here right now. Harry and Ginny stood in front of their new house the reporters were taking pictures and Harry and Ginny were answering questions.

"Why did you pick this house?"

"It's nice, and what we were looking for. Close to our friends," Harry answered. What kind of question was that why would anyone pick a particular house. Surprisingly none of the reporters had asked about Anna. But just as he thought this one of them asked.

"How many rooms does it have?"

With a half glance at Ginny, Harry answered.

"Three."

"One for you, one for the baby on the way and one for… guests?" Harry was mad the press was waiting for him to admit Anna wasn't coming back. He thought a few seconds and then answered against his will.

"Yes one for guests," there was immediate whispering and the reporters became unruly.

"So you believe your daughter is dead?"

"Can you confirm this?"

And some such similar questions. Harry couldn't take it anymore, he turned his back on them and walked in the house. Ginny took over in her soon to be husbands absence.

"Harry has had information that his daughter was killed by Voldemort," she replied.

"What information?"

"If I wanted to tell you I would have said. That's it no more questions. Goodbye." She said raising her wand and sending the Bat-Bogy curse at the reporters and walking in the house. She found Harry sitting with his head in his hands in the living room. They had just moved in today. It had been a week since Harry had had his dream ordering the killing of his daughter. There had been nothing since then. Even Snape hadn't heard anything. Harry had no hope left. He had to accept his daughter was dead. Ginny put her arms around Harry and he cried on her shoulder.

"It's been 5 week's, I saw what happened, she isn't coming back is she?" Harry asked.

Ginny didn't do anything.

"Like you said Harry it's been five weeks, but what does your heart tell you?"

"I guess she's gone."

After a while of silence Harry asked trying to keep his voice steady.

"Did you tell Lupin?"

"Yes, he didn't take it well I don't think he has spoken to anyone since. He had a right go at his father though for not telling him." Harry looked up. "Remus knew, he figured it out…" she trailed off tears coming down her face. "She safe now, Harry, she is with her mother, Happy. She won't want you to dwell on the past."

"Gin, what are you doing with me?"

"What do you mean Harry?"

"Everyone I get close to dies, my parents died, my wife died, my daughter died. What if you're next and little Harry junior in there?" He asked.

"Harry listen to me not everyone you get close to dies, what about Ron, Hermione, my parents, Sirius, Remus. I could go on for ages. I'm not going to die, I love you too much to leave you."