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Harry was surrounded. He began breathing heavily, as one does when under great pressure, but not so as to let the others know he was frightened. Among these death eaters were many familiar faces, Lucious Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Wormtail among them. As Harry expected Voldemort addressed his followers with a speech.
"My faithful servants, you are gathered here today to witness a most momentous occasion. The death of Harry Potter!" Cheers and shouts erupted across the circle. They rallied around him as if to worship and please him. It disgusted Harry.
"It has taken a long time to get to this point. We have worked hard, terrorized muggles, caused terror at the name of Death eater. The only thing that stands in our way now is this boy, and soon our reign over the wizarding world will be forever in our grasp." More applause. Harry scoffed at him. Not his speech, but the fact that he used the word "we." What made Harry laugh even more was that the death eaters actually believed him.
Ron stood in the corner of the empty classroom. Hermione stood across the room next to a rattling wardrobe. They had been practicing Ron's patronous for the last hour. It had of course, taken a little while for the boggart to take the shape of a demontor, as Ron kept thinking of spiders.
"Ready on the count of 3?" Hermione shouted.
"Right then." Ron replied, wand at the ready. The boggart flew out in the shape of a demontor, sucking out the happiness from the room.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM! Ron shouted at the top of his lungs. He had taken liking to the happiest memory he could find. This was the memory of the day of Dumbledore's funeral. Although that part of the day had been quite sad, the rest of the day had been a memorable one. He remembered the three best friends sitting by the lake, not talking about anything particularly interesting. They sat watching the sunset, and then Harry left to finish packing. Ron had insisted that he stay to collect his thoughts, and Hermione decided to stay with him.
"What do you think its going to be like?" Hermione asked as the stars began to come out.
"It'll be hard I s'pose." Ron replied. "Harry will be there with us though, and I feel safer with him around. I reckon you'll be of some help with that brain of yours." He joked casually. Suddenly his face got serious. " Hermione, has it occurred to you that we might die?"
"Of course!" she scoffed. "All the things I haven't done yet in my life... And to think that I won't get to do them. Not that it isn't for a good cause…." Ron starred at her. Hermione thought him confused. "Don't you have something that you want to do before you die?" She continued, and then smiled at him.
"Yeah," Ron smiled. "This," Ron leaned in and kissed Hermione lightly, and then pulled away. "Sorry, I should…"
"No. Don't leave." Hermione pulled Ron by his tie and kissed him once more.
It had been a good night. Now Ron concentrated on the kiss, that passionate first kissed and yelled once more. "EXPECTO PATRONOUM!" A silvery hippogriff sprouted from the tip of his wand and rounded the boggart back into the wardrobe.
"YES!" Hermione exclaimed gleefully as she ran over to make sure Ron was ok. He was a little weak in the knees, but no worse for the wear. "Oh Ron, Harry would have been so proud of you. That was bloody brilliant!" she kissed him quickly then pulled chocolate out from under her robes. They leaned down propped up against the wall. Ron took Hermione's hand and smiled at her.
" I didn't think I would be able to do it." He confessed. They had accomplished a lot in the month. Repelling charms, occlumency, and transfiguration, anything that could be useful. This patronous however had been the hardest thing.
"Soon," Ron said after a long silence. "I'm going to avenge Harry's death." Hermione seemed to shake at the thought of this.
" You're not there yet." Hermione replied. "One more month of training at least ok? I still need to do more research. Do you have Harry's letter?" Ron revealed a wrinkled letter from his pocket. He carried it around, as if a reminder.
"Maybe it has something that could be useful. Harry would have left at least a clue. I know it," Hermione's voice trailed off in thought. She had been researching on the side, looking through old daily prophets, trying to find a hint of what the last horcrux would be.
"Best turn in then?" Ron spoke. " A long day ahead with Quidditch and everything tomorrow," Hermione looked at him. She found it funny that after everything that had happened, he still retained his cherubic like mind.
"Right then, lets." And with a kiss goodnight the two left.
A/N: Well that was fun. A bit more details, I like flashing back. Thing's are gonna start speeding up chapter after next I suppose so keep reading! (Detail is important too!) Sorry for the delay, my power has been out since the snowstorm hit. (East coast gal) I like comments :)
