"Harry, it's about two. You ready to go?" Hermonie called through the doorframe.
"...I'll be out in a minute." Harry called back, grabbing the two lettes and sticking them into his cloak pocket. He needed to give the lettes to them, but how was he going to do that when they were around? "You and Ron go and wait for me down in the lobby, 'kay?"
"No problem." The murmur of voices out in the hallway told him that Ron had finally exited their room and was out in the hallway. Harry waited until a few minutes had passed before he poked his head out of his room, making sure the coast was clear. He closed his door behind himself, and then crossed the hallway to where Ron and Hermonie had been staying. Quickly magicing the door open, Harry walked into their room.
Harry placed both of the door keys on the table, and then took the envelopes out of his pocket. He placed those on the pillows, muttering "sorry" under his breath. If only this didnt have to be done this way...
He left the room agian, and made his way down to the lobby.
"So, where are we going?" Ron asked him as he crossed into the room.
"To the cafe first. I need to talk to you guys before we leave." Harry said, and then held the door open for Hermonie. They crossed the street to the local cafe.
Once they got inside, the waitress lead them to a booth seat, Ron and Hermonie on one side, Harry on the other.
"What's the matter?" Hermonie asked after performing the 'silengo' spell around them so no one else heard.
Harry took a deep breath. "Later, after dark, we're going to the graveyard at Little Hangleton, but once we are there, I need the both of you to do something. I need you to blow up the house that Voldemort and I are going to be in, to make sure we kill him." He ignored Ron's involutary shudder.
"You mean we are going to blow up the house while you are still inside?" Ron asked, making sure that he had heard him right.
"Yeah. I'm going to Apperate myself out of there right before you guys make it explode. We'll time it to make sure I get out of there in time," he lied.
"But Harry, it's too dangerous," Hermonie pleaded. "Why don't we all go in there, with us hiding in another room?"
"Because I need to face him on my own. Hermonie..."
"Ready to order?"
"Three orders of cheese omelets, tea please," Harry said, automatically. The waitress took the menus off of the table, even though they hadn't been opened, and wrote down the order.
"Harry, it's suicide to think that we'd be able to time it right. What if you and He-- Voldemort get into a talk, or it takes you to long to kill him off? What if we don't get him? What if--"
"Ron, I've thought of all the 'what ifs' there are to think of, and more. This is the only way to kill him."
There was a long pause. Hermonie finally spoke up. "Harry's right." Harry looked at her funny; he had thought she'd be the one that would take the longest convincing. "And anyway, Harry's the one that stopped Voldemort seventeen years ago, so he could do it again."
Ron sighed.
"So you're only going to injure him, and then we're going to finish him off when we blow up the house?"
"Yup."
"Are you going to Apperate to us, or what?" Ron asked.
"No, back to the hotel room. I'm probably going to be covered in both my blood and his."
"Oh."
"Here you go, guys." The waitress said, handing their plates, and tea, out.
"Thank you."
Harry smiled. "Let's just eat, and drop it, okay? It's going to go fine. Don't worry."
-fin-
