Hey guys! New chapter update for you! We are almost done with the battle but I have a few more things planned for the story after that is done so I'm thinking we still have fiveish chapters left? Anyway, here you go and I hope you like it!
We walked into the courtyard, finding it strangely silent and still. Destruction and rubble were piled high around us as if it were the zombie apocalypse or something; but, we knew better. There were no zombies in Hogwarts, just those who were dead, dying, or wounded.
Slowly, Harry, Hermione, Red, and I walked up to the foyer, finding more destruction but no people. I looked over at the doors to the Great Hall, one opened and one closed, before my gaze turned to look at Harry. We weren't sure what we would find within that room, who had survived and what was left of them, but we had to find out. I squeezed his hand a little tighter before I felt my feet begin moving across the marble floor with Harry next to me and Red and Hermione slightly behind us.
I stepped into the room, instantly feeling the stink of blood hit my nostrils and cause them to burn. I stopped, mid-step, for a moment, trying to figure out if I was going to be okay in there or not. I was about ready to turn around when I realized that I was fine; my body was way too tired to care that people's life blood spilt out for me, just waiting to be drank.
I looked over at Harry and nodded, silently telling him that I was okay. The boy tilted his head to me, questioning if I was telling the truth or not. Finally, ne nodded back to me and we continued into what seemed to be a makeshift hospital. Everyone was quiet within the room, too tired and weak to gawk at Harry and me. Some looked our direction for a second while others ignored us completely.
I couldn't blame them for not being excited to see us because, to them, that meant that there would still be more fighting.
Beds and cots, chairs and blankets, were laid out everywhere there was space to accommodate patients. Some were sitting while others were lying, withering in pain. Then there were some who did not move at all, almost like they were a sleep.
But they weren't asleep. I knew better than to pretend that they were.
These people were dead, gone from this world and on to the next.
Some of them I did not recognize but then I noticed two faces I knew very well. I dropped Harry's hand as I walked past him and over to the two cots on which Lupin and Tonks lay. I stared down at them, not fully processing what this meant.
They couldn't be dead, that was impossible. Tonks and Lupin were two of the best that the Order had to offer; nothing could have stopped them. They were invincible.
I knelt down before the two, taking deep breaths as I forced myself to accept the fact that these two loving, amazing people were gone forever.
"Allie," Harry put a hand on my shoulder, not able to say anything else but my name.
"They left Teddy, their son, in my care, Harry." I paused to stand up and shake my head. "What the hell were they thinking?"
My eyes darted over to Harry then and saw that he had no words for me; he was grieving for the loss of his friend and teacher, as well. All he and I could to is wrap our arms around each other-a little act of comfort-as we continued on.
We walked a little further and I noticed that Parvarti and Padme Patil sat clutching, Lavender Brown between them. The girl was dead, looking like a wild bear had mauled her. I shook my head, feeling sick to my stomach, as I saw more and more death and injury.
The four of us walked slowly, whether it was because we were trying to take in everything around us or because we were afraid to see what lay in front of us, I was not exactly sure. Everything and everyone looked so hopeless in my eyes at that moment.
In a matter of seconds, a group of redheaded people came into my line of sight and I instantly began scanning the group to make sure that they were all there. But they weren't. One of the Weasley's was missing from the line up.
It was then that I noticed that they were all huddled around a body lying on the floor. I took a sharp breath in just as Red pushed past Harry, me, and his family to see that Fred was laying on the ground, dead, cold, gone.
We all raced forward as Ron collapsed next to his fallen brother with the rest of his family. Hermione went over to Ginny, comforting her as she still stood close to Ronald with her hand on his shoulder, while Harry went to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I stood next to Fred's body with Red and George at my feet, not exactly knowing how this could be happening. It was all to impossible and cruel, the world should not be like this. A mother should not have to mourn her young son.
It was all too cruel and made me sick to my stomach.
Slowly, I reached my hand out and placed it on George's shoulder. The twin-the only one remaining now- looked up at me with swollen, red eyes and just shook his head at me, looking to me for some kind of hope in this situation.
I fell to my knees then, wrapping my arms around George and cradling him like a baby while he cried into my shoulder. Slowly, I rocked him back and forth, reassuring him that it would be all right, that everything would be all right.
It was a lie to be sure, but those were the kinds of things that you are supposed to say when someone dies. George and the rest of his family would carry Fred's death around like a scar for the rest of their lives. It would never be easy but it would be easier eventually, I knew that from experience.
As I held George, I looked over his shoulder at the body of his twin brother, looking calm and peaceful with a slight smile on his face; it was almost like he were sleeping, having a good dream all the while. A single tear ran down my cheek as I fought to keep my cool. We all could not be a mess and I needed to be the strong one. It was my turn to comfort the others.
George clung on to me as if it were for dear life and I rubbed his back gently, comfortingly, as he processed this. We stayed that way for a moment until Mrs. Weasley came over and took her son from my arms and placed him in hers. I stood up and walked over to Harry and Hermione who stood slightly behind the family, all of us there in case they needed something.
A few more moments we stood stunned into silence before I saw Kingsley coming towards us. I thought he was coming to give his condolences to the Weasley's but he, instead, bypassed them and came directly over to me. At first I wondered what the hell he could want from me then I realized that I had been so wrapped up in everyone else that I had completely forgotten about him, about Jake.
"Kingsley-"
"You need to come with me." He said, saying no more before he turned and started deeper into the Great Hall. My eyes went to Harry, revealing that my sight was blood red in fear, before I followed Kingsley's footsteps.
"Go. I'll stay here with him." I heard Hermione tell Harry before he caught up to me and placed a firm hand on my lower back.
Kingsley led us down row after row of dead and injured people, making me more and more anxious as I saw each of them. Just when I thought I was about to crack from the waiting, he pointed to a cot in the very corner of the room, separate from all the others. On that cot lay a crumbled heap of a person, looking battered and broken. On that cot, I saw my guardian, looking small in my eyes for the first time.
"Jake!" I shouted as I ran over to him. I slid to a stop next to his head and fell to my knees to take him in.
He was sweating, meaning he had just transformed back into his human form recently, and his body looked like he was a crumbled up piece of paper: completely impossibly angles all along his right side.
"Jake?" I sobbed, realizing that I was crying then. "What happened to him?" My words were directed at Kingsley now.
"They pinned him-the other werewolves-with a boulder, crushing most of his bones on his right side. They were about to finish the job when Voldemort called off the attack." Kingsley said, stating the obvious.
"Were the bones set?" I asked quickly, thinking back to the story Jake told me about when he fought the newborns before I was born; Carlisle had to break and reset his bones because he was healing too fast.
"No, there were others in more critical condition than him-"
I sighed. "Oh, shit."
I knew what I had to do then, knowing that it was not gonna be fun for either of us. Quickly, I took off my sweatshirt-leaving me only in a plain white v-neck t-shirt that was soaked through with Snape's blood-and handed it to Harry.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked as he knelt down beside me.
"I have to re-break his bones and set them again." I explained, twisting Jake around so I could get a better angle on him.
"Allie, no, wait. Stop." Harry said, grabbing my hands right as I was about to crack his shoulder. I looked up at him with tears staining my blood red vision; he had just gotten in between me and helping Jake and I was about to go off on him.
"No, I can't wait! The longer we wait the harder it will be." I said before taking my hands back and placing them on Jake again. A second later, Harry grabbed them.
"Allie, just think about this for a second! You aren't a doctor! You could hurt him even more. Please, just let me go get Madame Pomfrey and see if she can do it. One minute won't hurt anything." Harry's eyes were wide with pleading.
I stared at him a second before looking down at Jake. Harry was right, I had no fucking idea what I was doing but I just wanted something to be done so he didn't look so deformed and weak. I wanted my Jake back, strong and healthy as ever. Did I know if I had the ability to do that for him? Hell no. Would I try if no one else would? Hell yeah.
"Okay, go get her. But, Harry, hurry. Please."
The boy nodded and ran off, leaving me alone with my guardian. I took Jacob's huge hand in my small one and held it as tight as I possibly could. He had to be okay, he just had to.
Then suddenly, I heard the werewolf hiss. "That really hurts, kid. Would ya let go?" The comment was meant to come out snarky but it only sounded low and weak to my ears. Regardless, I released my grip on his hand slightly and smiled, knowing that he was okay enough to talk.
"Jake! How are you feeling?" I asked frantically, needing to know his answer. Now.
"I'm good. Been in tougher scraps than this in my day, squirt." He hissed out painfully, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Yeah, sure you have." I said, laughing slightly. I reached up and wiped a stray tear from my eye, trying not to let him see how upset I was; I would never hear the end of it if he did.
Just then, my guardian reached up and snatched my hand from my face, staring at it. I thought he was having some kind of fit but then I realized that he saw the blood that ran down my hands and arms. He then scanned my face again, slowly before taking in the sight of my shirt. It wasn't until that moment that I remembered that I must have looked like a complete mess; a vampire covered in blood must have been a scary sight to see for the people in the great hall.
"It's not mine." I explained, taking my hand back and trying to wipe away the dried red flakes on my arms and cheeks.
"Then whose? That is more than enough blood to kill someone-" His eyes widened at that moment and I instantly knew what he was thinking.
"I didn't kill anyone, Jacob! Do you seriously have that little faith in me?"
"Okay, okay." He put his hands up in defeat before hissing in pain, re-realizing that he was not in the best shape to be moving. I placed my hands firmly on the crushed right side of his body to keep him still and to help slow his bones from shifting even more. "Then whose blood is it? Is everyone alright? Hermione? Ron?"
"They are fine…" I tried to find the words to tell him that his friend had fallen but couldn't. It wasn't something I wanted to have to do, especially now that he was fighting for his life and limbs. The information would wound him even more that he was.
"But?" He breathed out quietly.
I sighed, about ready to break it to him as gently and gracefully as I could, when Harry bust out of the crowd in the middle of the room with Madame Pomfrey hot on his heels. In a flash, the old woman was knelt down beside my guardian examining him closely but not touching anything.
"Can you fix the bones?" I asked her after a moment.
The old woman sighed, and then nodded. " Yes, but it won't be easy."
"Do it, please."
The woman nodded again before taking out her wand and getting ready to, what I was assuming, re-break his bones.
"Allie-" Harry said my name slowly, like he was going to regret saying what he would next. But he didn't have to say it, I know he had other things to do besides look after me as I looked after Jake.
"You go ahead." I said, cutting him off and taking Jake's hand in mine at the same time. "I'll meet up with you when this is over."
The boy nodded and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll be in the headmaster's office." He whispered into my ear.
"You better be, Harry, or else I will personally kill you." I whispered back, pulling back to look him in the eye. "We haven't decided anything yet and I will never forgive you if you go before we have. Do you understand me?"
He nodded. "Of course, love. I'll just be in the headmaster's office. See you in a while."
"Kay." I said back to him and then he was off, through the dense crowd of people.
"Hey kid," I heard the words hissed through Jacob's mouth as he clenched his jaw against the pain he knew was coming.
"What's up?" I asked looked down to see that even more sweat was pouring down his face. My eyes shot back up to Madame Pomfrey to see that she was waiting for my signal to cast the spell to break his bones.
"If we don't make it through this, I just wanted to say that-"
At that exact moment, I nodded my head to Madame and she sent a zap from her wand into Jake's arm and he screamed out in pain, grabbing my hand so hard that I heard bones crack. I then, unfortunately, cried out too.
"Damn it, Jake! First you give me the 'in case we die' speech and now you break my hand? What the hell is wrong with you!" I said, not really mad at my guardian but at the pain in my hand. I tried to move my fingers but they weren't working at the moment.
"You are seriously yelling at me right now!" He yelled back at me, half crazed with pain. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
"Man up, ya pussy!" I yelled back at him.
"Stop whining, you little pain in the ass! You are the one of us that can't die! We know your hand will heal! It's not sure that I'm going to be okay!"
"You're fine, stop being so melodramatic! Madame Pomfrey has you covered, right Madame?" I looked over at the old school nurse that I had gotten to know quite well during my time at Hogwarts to see that she was staring at the two of us like we had gone completely mental.
Okay, so I realized that to the rest of the world this little spitting match between Jacob and I seemed to be completely unnecessary and inappropriate but, in reality, we got into stupid fights like this all the time. Neither of us were really mad, just hurt. It had been the same way the summer after Harry and I started dating and then again the summer I found out that Jake and I were imprinted. It wasn't a normal father/daughter relationship but it was our normal. Calling each other names and being bitchy was just what we did when we weren't being ridiculously close.
"I think we've freaked her out, squirt." Jake breathed out before looking back over at the healer. "As you were, ma'am. Sorry for disturbing the peace and your work."
The old woman looked at Jacob for a moment before nodding slowly, still not convinced that we weren't going to kill each other, before going back to re-breaking his bones. This time as she went I did not hold his hand but resorted to rubbing his good shoulder gently, whispering that he was going to be okay. Finally, all the bones had been re-broken and then all she had to do was say a quick healing spell, give him a sip of a potion she had in a bag by her side, and he was good to go.
"He must rest. No getting up whatsoever in the next twelve hours or he could mess everything back up." She instructed me as Jake panted loudly on the mat by our feet, practically passed out from exhaustion.
I nodded. "I understand. I'll find someone to watch him. Thank you, Madame Pomfrey. I really appreciate it."
The woman nodded slightly, staring at me with sympathetic eyes all the while. I thought the nurse was going to say something but at the last second she changed her mind. Instead, she decided to pat my shoulder and smile sadly. "Good luck, dear."
With those three small words, the nurse left me alone with Jake and went off to find another patient to tend to. I sighed, knowing that she was talking about what would happen with Voldemort in-I looked down at my watch to check the time-about forty-five minutes. I knew I should go find Harry, Hermione, and Ron so we could discuss what to do but I couldn't leave Jake, not just yet.
I sat down close to his head with my knees tucked tightly to my chest and my chin resting against them, watching my guardian as he lay there. I almost thought he was asleep because of how still he was but after a moment he rolled his head over to look at me; it wasn't easy for him, I knew, his eyes looked like they wanted to close so badly.
"Allie, we need to talk." He breathed out quietly.
"No, we need to rest, Jake. You heard what the nurse-"
"Whose blood is that, kid? What are you hiding from me?" He asked, cutting me off.
He caught me off guard when he asked me that. The guy had just undergone some pretty serious healing and now he wanted to know what happened to me tonight so soon afterwards? "Jake, it can wait."
"Just tell me. Please." He's words were low and rough on his weak voice but they held a serious tone that he reserved for when he wanted me to know that he meant business. I had to tell him, whether I liked it or not.
I sighed. "The blood is Snape's…he's dead. Killed by Voldemort."
"You saw it?" He asked, eyes wide. I nodded.
"Yeah, we did…but there's more, Jake." I paused, trying to get the words out but choking on them. "I-I-they-" I stopped and tried again. "Fred Weasley is gone…and Tonks and Lupin…they are all dead."
"What?" He tried sitting up but I restrained, putting my hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned. "What happened?"
I just shook my head. "I don't know. I just saw them…lying there. They're gone."
Jake stared for a moment before taking a deep breath and relaxing back onto his mat. "Those poor Weasley's…and that baby of Lupin's…" My guardian looked over at me then. "I don't know if Lupin told you-"
"He did." I told him, not wanting to think about that now.
Jake nodded weakly. "Okay."
The two of us sat silently for a moment, him closing his eyes and me looking at the people around us, wondering what they must be thinking and feeling. I didn't have the energy to pry into their minds and, to be quite honest, I was scared to. Because I knew that I would see them judging me, wondering why I was still there when I should be out in the forest sacrificing myself to Voldemort. They would be thinking how selfish I was being and I would agree with them.
If I had any guts I would get up, walk out that door, and into the woods and let Voldemort have at me. But I couldn't go just yet, not when I hadn't said goodbye to anyone. I needed to say goodbye to Harry and Red and Hermione and I needed a few more minutes with Jake. Just a few and I would have the courage to leave. I had to know that he was going to be okay before I wasn't anymore.
"Allie?"
"Yeah?" I looked down at Jake, now out of my thoughts and focused on him. As I looked at him I noticed that pain was not the only emotion registering on his face at that moment, something else was there, something that resembled regret.
"I didn't do it."
I wrinkled my forehead at him. "What are you talking about? You didn't do what?"
The man took a few deep breaths before he found the strength to tell me. "I didn't kill him. Greyback. They got me before I got them. I'm so sorry, Allie. I should have done more-"
"Jake, don't worry about it."
"No!" He yelled, causing him to cough and sputtered for air. I patted his shoulder to calm him down again. He took a few more deep breaths before speaking again. "I promised that I would finish him for you, your family, and for me and I failed. I couldn't take care of you, Allie. I'm so sorry."
"Oh, Jake," I said, leaning down close so he could hear me. "What are you talking about? You have taken such good care of me. I wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for you."
"Yeah, but I should have been able to do this for you, for both of us." He explained, banging his head slightly on the mat.
"Jake, stop!" I told him, forcing my guardian to look at me in that moment. "It's alright. It'll be okay. I'll finish Greyback myself."
"No, Allie, don't you dare-"
"Jake, shut up. Please, let me take care of this. Let me take care of what you need for once."
"Allie, don't." Jake said, grabbing my arm now. His dark eyes bore down on my light ones. "Don't do this. He'll kill you."
"No, he won't. Now seriously, shut up and get some rest."
"Allie, so help me God if you give up what I have worked so hard to keep alive I will never forgive you." He said, eyes glued to me.
I stared back down at him for a moment, realizing that he was telling me not to die. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay, that I wasn't going to die but I couldn't lie to him anymore. I wasn't going to say that everything was going to be okay because it wasn't. I was dying that night.
With my free hand, I pulled out my wand slowly and aimed it at his side. Shooting a silent spell at him, I managed to make Jacob go completely still, like he was frozen. He stared up at me with blank eyes; for the moment, he wouldn't go running after me but once the spell wore off he'd go completely nuts. All I needed was the head start. I leaned down to my frozen guardian and whispered into his ear, "Jake," I said, "I'm sorry I have to do this to you and I'm sorry you don't understand but…I can't change it. Either I die tonight or everyone else does. I can't be selfish, Jake, and you can't make me.
"I know you won't understand but I need you to get through this because it's not just about us anymore…we have Teddy to think about, right? I know Lupin told you about his and Tonks plans if they died. You are an amazing dad and you will be great with this little boy. Don't screw it up by feeling sorry for yourself and for me, okay? I'm counting on you."
I paused to take a deep breath and look down at my watch; I only had a half hour to get to the dark forest. I looked once more at Jacob. "If you hate me, I get it, I really do because I would hate you for doing this to me too but…I guess that's something we are both going to have to accept…because you're a part of me and I'm a part of you. I never really understood our imprint until I left on this mission, Jake. I just thought it meant that we put each other above everyone else but now I understand that it's so much more than that. A little part of you is always with me. I just hope that a little part of me will stay with you after I'm gone…I think it will.
"I love you so much, Jake…and I'll miss you like crazy. But, I guess, it is what it is, right?"
Tears were running down my eyes now and I could not stop talking because once I stopped, I knew that meant I had to leave him forever. This was always coming, I knew that, but now that I truly had to say fair well for good, for the last time, it was so painful that my heart physically hurt. I had to leave, now, before this got any worse. I leaned down and kissed my still frozen guardian on the forehead.
"Goodbye."
With those words, I was gone, not able to look back, not able to look forward at the other people that I would miss when I was dead. I knew the Weasley's were somewhere in front of me but I just couldn't bear to face them now. My eyes stayed down as I raced from the great hall, leaving everyone in my life behind for good.
I opened the door to Dumbeldore's old office to see that nothing really had been changed. Sure, it was neater-less books, less weird instruments, less candy dishes-but it still felt like he was there, waiting to give me another lecture about being too hard on myself or some other pep talk crap like that.
I walked in a little further to see Harry sitting on the stairs leading up to the loft. The boy had a faraway look in his eyes and didn't even notice that I was there until I knelt down in front of him and took his hands in my non-broken one.
"Harry?" I prompted him to look at me.
The boy's green eyes met mine and he stared at me for a moment, still shocked by whatever it was that he had seen.
"What it is?" I asked gently.
Harry shook his head slightly and stood up, bringing me with him. "He knew my mother."
I wrinkled my forehead in confusion. "Who? Snape?"
He nodded. "They were friends when they were children and…he loved her. That's why he hated my dad so much. He was in love with my mother." The boy paused. "He was the one who brought the Sword of Gryffindor to us that night in the forest, Allie. It was his Patronous, my mother's Patronous, that I saw before I found it. Snape was helping us all along.
"I think that's why he used Sectumsempra on you on my last birthday, Allie. He knew you would heal from that and he wasn't trying to kill you. Snape has been helping us all along."
Harry stopped talking then, leaving me completely stunned. "Snape?" I asked. "Snape is-was on our side? This whole time?" I shook my head. "But Dumbledore, he killed Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore was already dying, Allie. The ring of Slytherin, the horocrux, was cursed. It was killing him. Dumbledore made Snape promise that he would kill him instead of Malfoy…he knew that Draco was after him, Allie."
I was still shaking my head. It was so unreal. I had spent the last for years of my life hating this man with every fiber of my being and now I was supposed to believe that he had been good all along? It was unthinkable. But then I looked into Harry's green eyes and saw how relieved by the information and ashamed he looked for hating Snape and I knew I had to believe it. If Harry saw something good in him and accepted it then I could too.
"Thank Merlin we had him then." I said, smiling slightly.
Harry let a small smile spread across his face too before it fell just as quickly. He looked deep into my eyes for a second, not looking for anything, not saying anything, but just looking like it was the last time he would ever see my eyes. The next thing I knew his lips were on mine gently. Something was strange about the kiss. It was too slow, too soft, like Harry was trying to memorize my lips in the same way he had with my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as we deepened the kiss. His own hands roamed my body, starting with my arms, then running down my torso, and then up my back, under my shirt before he repeated the pattern. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity before he pulled back, panting slightly, and looking…sad.
"God, I love you." He whispered, causing me to smile.
"I love you." I whispered back as he began to smooth back my hair.
He looked down intently into my eyes again and shook his head. "Oh, I wish I could keep you." Harry bent forward to kiss my hair and wrap me in his hairs.
I froze then. Not breathing, not moving, nothing. Because I knew what he was doing, he was saying goodbye, like he was the one who was going to die. I pulled him back at arm's length and looked up at him. "What are you talking about?" I demanded to know.
Harry looked away for a minute, taking a deep breath, before looking back at me. "That memory, the one I got from Snape, also said that I was…I am a horocrux, Allie."
I stared up at him with my mouth hanging open. He thought he was the horocrux because Snape thought he was the horocrux. Dumbledore never told Snape that I was…he was mistaken. "Harry, no. You don't understand-"
I was just about to take a step towards him, to take him in my arms and make him understand that it wasn't him, that it was me instead. But I couldn't move, I was frozen.
The next second, I was falling to the ground. Harry caught me right before I made contact and gently lowered me to a laying position.
I knew instantly that he had pulled the same trick on me that I had on Jake only minutes earlier. I couldn't move; I couldn't stop him; I couldn't do anything. I tried to yell out and tell him that he was wrong, that if he went to Voldemort he would only die and nothing more but my lips weren't moving, they couldn't.
My eyes were focused up on Harry as he shook his head slightly again. His eyes were watering as he leaned down to kiss my frozen lips one more time. "I love you, Allie, and I'm sorry but it looks like we aren't going to be able to discuss this after all. I will die and you will end this. Kill the snake. Kill Voldemort. And live an amazing life…for both of us."
He paused to stand up but he still looked down at frozen me. "I'll send Red and Hermione in to watch after you so you won't be alone…I don't want you to be alone." He paused again, like he was having a hard time getting the words out. "I-I" He stopped attempting to speak and just started to walk towards the door instead. "I love you. Always remember that."
And just like that he was gone, leaving me screaming my lungs out in a body that would not comply with my request. I was frozen. Harry was going to die. And the world as I knew it was completely crashing down all around me.
I screamed a silent scream again.
It took Red and Hermione at least five minutes to reach the Headmaster's office and release me from the spell that had kept me frozen. I stood up in a flash and made a motion towards the door but my two friends were blocking it, their wands at the ready.
"Let me through!" I demanded, my eyes a blood red so dark I could only make out the outlines of my friends.
"No, Allie, please. He has to do this." Hermione explained sympathetically with tears staining her own eyes and cheeks.
"No, Hermione, he doesn't! He's not the horocrux!" I paused, taking a deep breath before speaking the words I had so desperately wanted to tell them since I got that letter from Dumbledore all those months ago. "I am."
The two of them looked at each other, their wands still pointed at me, and shook their heads. "Harry said that you would say anything to get out of this room, Allie, I'm sorry I don't believe you." Red said sadly.
"You sure as fuck better believe Ronald Weasley because it's the damn truth! Harry is going to die and it's not going to change a thing! Do you really want him to die for nothing!" I screamed at them.
"Do you really think we want either of you to die!" Hermione yelled back.
I came up to her then, right in her face, and gave her the most pleading of looks that I could muster. "Please, Hermione. Let me go. I have to stop him."
She looked over at Red for a moment who only shook his head.
"Please." I asked again.
Hermione, my best friend, looked back at me again and shook her head just the same way as Ron had. "I can't lose both of you, Allie. I can't do it."
I sighed and walked away from both of them. I couldn't believe this. Harry was out there, about to give his life up and I couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. I had to stop it. I couldn't just sit around here.
I walked around the office some, until I was behind the Headmaster's desk and noticed the open window. Nonchalantly, I walked over and leaned against the windowsill, taking in the surroundings below. The drop was probably seven or eight stories that met the ground on a steep, grassy hill. At the bottom of hill was the Forbidden Forest. So the question right now was: how stupid am I feeling? How reckless?
The answer: as stupid and reckless as I had to be to save Harry.
"Are you two sure you aren't going to let me out of here?" I asked, turning to look at them from the corner of my eye.
"Allie, we can't. I'm so sorry." Ron explained, causing me to nod.
"That's too bad because this is going to hurt like hell." I told them.
And before either of them knew what was happening, I leapt onto the sill and jumped, freefalling through the air.
I didn't even scream as I dropped, there was not enough time.
I landed on the ground with such force that pain radiated from my entire body. Bones cracked and organs were squished and I couldn't remember ever feeling so much pain in my life. But it wasn't over then. Oh, hell no, that would be too damn easy. My body was flung down the hill, rolling fast over grass and rocks, leaving me cut and brusied. I didn't come to a stop until the hill was far behind me and I was lying in the middle of an open grassy area.
I took deep breaths for a moment, feeling sharp pains rush through my chest, my lungs, my entire body the whole while. I was vaguely aware that my left leg was broken-no, shattered-and I had several broken ribs that could very possibly be puncturing my lungs.
"Allie!" I heard my name shouted through the open window of the Headmaster's office. I knew Hermione and Red would be coming for me any second now and if I got up now and started moving they wouldn't be able to catch up to me in time.
Despite my body's major protests, I rolled over on my side and tried to sit up. Once I got up on shaky arms, my head began to swim and I felt as if I was going to be sick. On hands and knees, I spilt the contents of my stomach on to the grass. My eyes were watery and burning as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. But when I brought my hand back, I saw blood, not vomit.
I inhaled sharply as I looked down to see that I had not thrown up food and stomach acid, but blood.
Lots of blood.
I wasn't sure what exactly that meant but I had a good feeling that I had a lot of damage to my internal organs. That was why I was having trouble breathing, I suspected, because my lungs were crushed. The only reason I was still moving, still alive was because of my vampire side.
I wiped my blood stained hand on the dewy grass before I stood up, leaning heavily on my right leg. Pain shot through my entire body and I felt more blood make it's way up my throat and run out of my mouth but I had to ignore it. All my mind could think of was Harry and getting to him. Fast.
I started limping towards the forest.
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