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Chapter Ten
"I hate this waiting, not knowing what's going to happen," I said, looking at Harry. We were lying on the bed in our traditional position- heads next to each other, feet in opposite directions.
"I'm just…waiting for him to kill me," Harry confessed. "I mean, I know that's what he's going to do."
"The cavalry's going to come back though, right?" I asked. Harry shrugged.
"I have no idea what their plan is, I just made a decision that I wanted to stay with you. Knowing them though, they will come back, with reinforcements. After all the fighting we've done, we aren't going to give up laying down." I sighed.
"I hope they get here soon," I shivered. "I'm scared of Voldemort overpowering me again."
"Now you know what Ginny went through." Harry reached over his head to grab my hand. I turned my head so that I was smiling at him.
"Did I ever apologize for the way I treated you before?" he asked me.
"Yes, but I'll accept another," I grinned. His face got serious.
"Did I apologize for kidnapping you and taking advantage of you?"
"How were you taking advantage of me?"
"I feel like I did…" I shook my head.
"I wanted to as much as you did." He smiled again.
"You weren't a virgin were you?" he questioned, green eyes boring into me.
"No, don't worry about that." It occurred to me that Harry still didn't know the truth about the summer between our 6th and 7th years. Only Draco and I knew everything that had happened. I made him swear not to tell and had closed off myself.
"Were you?" Stupid question to ask, considering I already knew the answer.
"No…" He hesitated.
"I don't really care who you lost it to Harry, we didn't see each other for five years. Unless it was Cho, tell me it wasn't Cho." I flipped over onto my side. He pulled his hand back, laughing.
"Wasn't Cho," he answered. "Her name was Deana. I met her in bar." My jaw dropped.
"One night stand?" I gasped.
"I was drunk," he shrugged. Why was I so upset? He hadn't really lost it to this Deana girl…should I tell him?
"What about you?" Great…my turn. Ok, lie or…how could I lie? He was the only guy I'd ever slept with. I sighed.
"Does it matter?" I questioned, rolling over onto my back.
"I told you, you have to tell me!" he argued. My tongue darted out over my dry lips, wetting them. They say the truth shall set you free. I was about to find out.
"You," I whispered. He gave me a quizzical look.
"But you just said-"
"And I wasn't, not that time." He blinked a few times, studying my face.
"Is there something I should know?" he asked.
"Remember that summer you lost your memory, but then got it back, but then couldn't remember anything that happened during those two months you had lost it?" I said without taking a breath. Harry slowly nodded.
"Well…um…things…happened."
"I poured out my heart and you were too weak to say no," his eyes narrowed at me.
"Maybe," I answered, feeling guilty.
"And you didn't tell me all this later because?" Harry continued to glare.
"Because I didn't want to ruin our friendship, so I made Draco swear not to tell anyone either."
"Malfoy knew and I didn't!" Harry shouted. I moved away from him.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I just didn't know what to do." He shut his eyes and then opened them, sighing. He sat up and moved towards me, wrapping his arms around me.
"I just wish you would have told me," he whispered. "And I wish more that I could remember it." I rested my head on his chest, breathing in the familiar scent, listening to the familiar heartbeat.
"I really do still love you," Harry said softly in my ear. I looked up at him, preparing to pour my heart out.
"So sorry to break this up," Voldemort appeared, looking not sorry at all. "It was really sweet, but it's time for your execution Harry." Which meant the cavalry would arrive soon. I mean, let's face it, help always comes just in time. Never early, never too late. Just in time to save the day.
"Jenna dear, would you kindly unhand Mr. Potter?" Voldemort gave me a crooked smile. I shook my head and clung tighter.
"You have to let me go Jenna," Harry lifted my chin up to look him in the eyes.
"He's going to kill you," my voice quivered. "I can't let you go Harry. I need you too much." He smiled softly, bringing his lips to mine in a quick kiss.
"You know I'll never really leave you."
"Again with the sappy Muggle romance!" Voldemort roared, pulling me away. "I'm not letting any of this pettiness get in the way of my ultimate victory." He grabbed Harry by the arm and we disappeared. We reappeared in a well lit cavern, complete with shackles attached to the walls and an old fashioned guillotine.
"I thought you didn't like Muggles," I nodded at the guillotine. Voldemort smiled.
"This belonged to an ancestor of mine who enjoyed forcing Muggle torture on others," he replied. "Mind you, this was before the unforgivable curses were created."
"And I suppose you created them," I snarled. His grin grew.
"Such malice," his face was inches from mine, his breath was putrid. "You really will make a fitting queen."
"I'd rather die."
"That could be arranged my dear. But I think I'll keep you alive. A pretty face like yours shouldn't be wasted in death." He flicked his wand and Harry slammed into the cave wall.
"Harry!" I cried, rushing over. A small trickle of blood ran down the back of his neck.
"I'm ok," he gave me a small smile, wiping the blood away.
"Well that won't do," Voldemort flicked his wand again. Harry flew up, slamming into the ceiling, and then down to the floor.
"Stop it!" I screamed.
"And there goes my better judgment," Voldemort shook his head, a softer flick, and Harry was shackled to the wall, breathing heavily. His glasses were on the floor, cracked and broken, and he was bruised and bloody.
"Oh Harry," I whimpered. "I'm sorry."
"I told you Jenna," he looked at me with those heart stopping emerald eyes. "None of this is your fault. Don't ever think it is." I felt tears spring to my eyes. This was really the end. The cavalry wasn't coming, Harry was going to die, and I would be forced to spend my days with the Lord of all things evil. My lip quivered as I fought back sobs.
"Don't cry for me," Harry whispered.
"Are you ready to meet death once and for all Harry?" Voldemort asked, wand poised for the kill. Harry looked at him, steely hate in his eyes.
"You're nothing but a filthy bastard," Harry snarled. Anger flashed through the Dark Lord's eyes.
"It's a shame you were never taught respect Harry," he whispered silkily. "It's a shame I don't have the time to teach you." Harry continued to glare. Fear gripped my heart as the end approached. If only I could save him, if only I could stop all this. Why did Voldemort have to make me a Horcrux? Why?
"Say goodbye Potter." Harry turned back to look at me. Memories flashed through my mind as I looked into those green eyes.
The first time we met, we connected.
"I'm Jenna," I smiled.
"Harry," he grinned back. Those green eyes were brilliant. I remember those eyes.
"Goodbye Jenna," he whispered. I shook my head.
"No Harry," I was begging.
"What are we going to do when we graduate?" I asked, looking up at the stars
"Not have to sneak out of bed at two in the morning?" Harry suggested. I laughed.
"And we won't have to use the invisibility cloak."
"You think the grass here is permanently pressed?"
"We've been coming here for six years. Same spots too."
"I'm going to miss you."
"You have to write me, every day. Or else." It was Harry's turn to laugh.
"and I know better than to take your threats lightly."
"See, you have learned something here!"
He closed his eyes then opened them again.
"I love you Jenna, and I always will, even in death." My breath caught in my throat.
Those green eyes stared at me, frightened and confused.
"I don't know who I am, I don't know anything about myself anymore, Jenna. All I know is how I feel when I'm around you, and I must feel that way normally. I mean, you can't decide how you feel, it just happens." I stared at him, not knowing what to say. "I think I loved you Jenna."
"I love you Harry," I answered, grabbing what I could of his hand. "I love you."
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled, and I closed my eyes, finally letting the tears overcome me.
