and do I try to change him...
"Harry is angry." I muttered as we sat there for a while.
"That's good... Keeps him focused doesn't it?" Ron stated looking down at his feet.
"Do you thinks so?" I asked. "Because I'm afraid that maybe he will let hatred overtake him."
"He only hates two people in this world... and that is only because they hurt people that he loves. Love fuels his hatred. That keeps him more powerful than anyone he might encounter out there." That was the most insightful thing I had ever heard Ron say.
"Thank you." I whispered and cover my face with my hands, "I just feel so helpless."
"You're telling me, I'm supposed to be there with him."
"I know, we promised." I said allowing my thoughts to stray to my husband. I felt another wave of emotions. I felt so warm and protected and I allowed myself to be swept away by it. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in the room, and I was roaming through the dark hallways. A snowy white owl was perched on my shoulder, its Right talon was blackened, and I knew who it was right away.
I slunk along and watched as Harry raised his wand and I could hear him think Assio stolen wands. When he didn't get anything from the death eater that stood before him I could feel him be disappointed. He tried a different spell, stuppefy. Without warning the man at the end of the hall fell stiffly to the floor.
I was shocked. I had no idea that he had such mental power. I came back to my cell. "Did you see something?"
"Yeh, Harry's fine. He's got Dumbledore following him around." I answered dropping my head back
"Good," Ron said, "Better than alone." I nodded and closed my eyes.