I know it's short that's why I'm posting 3 back to back...
a tragedy with
more damage than a soul should see...
"What are you doing in here anyway?" I asked looking up at him.
"Well after you left us in the corridor, Dumbledore and I headed the opposite direction, at least I thought we had."
"What do you mean?" I asked running fingers through my brown curls.
"I mean, Dumbledore, He transfigured into an owl and flew a whole other direction and left me alone." He shrugged, " I kept going and I saw Snape walking down the hallway, but someone came up behind me and dragged me in here before I could raise my wand."
"Do you still have your wand?" I asked hopeful. Snape had taken my wand when he first grabbed me.
"No."
"I hope Harry's all right."
"He is, He has to be," Ron answered draping a friendly arm around my shoulders. I could feel Harry periodically as I sat there. His Anger pulsating in and out of my being. I had never seen him to be this angry before. But I could never feel him this way before.
Harry, please don't let your anger blind you. Be safe. I love you.