Harry's P.O.V
After filling out sheet after sheet of me and Ron's dream charts we climbed into bed tiredly. Ron couldn't stop talking about how badly he wished he was older, after seeing Angelina and Lena, it seemed Ron had realised how young he was, and how out of his league they were. Thinking of Lena, I reached into my trunk, my fingers folding upon a piece of parchment. I checked my watch again and lay the parchment across my lap.
"You checking on her?" Ron had finally broken out of his stupor, I nodded and checking the watch yet again realised it was nearing one in the morning, thank god it was Friday. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." My voice was only whisper but still Dean and Seamus moved and grunted in their sleep. I scanned the parchment, seeing Fred and George's forms tucked up neatly in their beds, along with Angelina's in the girls dormitories. But next to Angelina's bed, Lena's lay empty and I checked over the common room and bathroom. Still nothing. I looked over our corridor and saw that McGonagall and a tiny Severus Snape shaped form sat in her office below us.
Lena had said something about meeting Snape later and so I automatically looked over Snape's office and classroom. They were both empty and my eyes travelled along the lower dungeons corridor, stopping as I noticed a tiny marker that read Lena's name in the girl's bathroom. It wasn't alone and seeing Ambrose's name on the flag there my heart skipped a beat. "Ron we need to go." I scrambled out of bed reaching for my trainers, Ron moaning from where he lay, "Harry, I'm really tired mate, surely you're old enough to be going to the bathroom on your own now," I threw the map at him and his eyes scanned it, widening as his eyes fell to the dungeons. Ron was quickly beside me grabbing his own trainers and struggling to get his arms through the sleeves of his jumper as we descended the stairs from the boy's dormitory, the map gripped tightly in my left hand, my wand in my right.
We almost flew down to the dungeons, jumping down many of the stairs and running full speed down the corridors. I kept a wary eye on the bathroom as much as I could but as we reached the entrance hall I realised that Lena's form was now alone in the bathroom, "RUN RON! COME ON!" Suddenly Ron was in-front of me, running twice the speed of I and I realised how jealous I was of those long dangly bloody legs of his.
As we reached the bathroom, Ron swung his way through the door, collapsing in a heap beside Lena who lay on the floor in a silent, weeping bloody huddle.