We traveled for around three days, stopping here and there for rest during the night. Aragorn/Strider and I would go and hunt for food, while Ron and the four Hobbits (That's what I learned their race are called.) set up the campsite.

We only came up without food once- on the second day. I never knew how much a person could whine about not being fed for twenty-four hours.

The two times that we were successful in getting food, Aragorn (Man, that's really annoying to keep saying- is there any way I could shorten it? Give him a nickname?) Managed to get a fricken stag, whilst I managed to only obtain four or five rabbits.

The morning of day two began with a long hike through some bogs and marshes. The swampy water was full of mosquitoes, which just bit everybody. Merry and Pippin were just slapping themselves stupid trying to kill them. "What do they eat, when they can't get Hobbit?" Merry exclaimed angrily, still slapping his face. I know from personal experience, that hitting mosquitoes will do more harm than good. Mainly to the person slapping the bugs, as they normally keep hitting themselves.

That night, I honestly couldn't sleep at all. Without trying to ignore the fact that I've gotten two of my closest 'friends' kidnapped in a place that can have any tricks up its sleeve to throw at the inhabitants, I had a lot on my mind. With thoughts going at thousands of miles an hour, I sat upright, long after the rest had fallen asleep. Looking around, I noticed something, there are no mozzies now; no chance of getting bitten to fuck while we rest.

I stand up and without stepping on any of the others, tip-toe over to the rock, not too big, but large enough so someone could lean back on it. Which I did. I sat down, and rested my bruised back onto the rock. It was not covered in moss or something horrible unlike the rest of this place, so it was a bit uncomfortable, but it did remind me a bit of home. Sitting beside the Black Lake while Hermione and Ron would argue about that stupid cat and the rat that would just hide for weeks on end, while Harry and I would just get on with things that mattered; ignoring the shouts… It made me tear up, but situations like this would help keep my sanity, until we returned there. Or what the others thought was home, anyway.

I sighed. It wasn't really the time to be getting philosophical. I stared out to the horizon and began quietly singing one of my all time favorite songs:

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"That was beautiful." I heard someone say. I looked and saw that Aragorn was awake.

"It was just something that I remember of the top of my head." I say as he rises and comes to sit opposite me. "Did I wake you?" I sit upright, crossing my legs and resting my hands on my lap.

He shakes his head. "No, I'm just a very light sleeper." I nod, knowing how it is to sleep light. I look to my right, at the horizon. This guy looks so much like my dad it's unnerving, sometimes I just can't look at him, in fear that he'll try to get out of me where Harry is…

"You never said before." He starts to say and I know what's got to happen next. "Where you're from, and why you were in the woods."

"It's a long story." I say, hoping that he wouldn't press on the matter, but it had only just turned nightfall, and there was plenty of time for a night-time conversation.

"We've got time." He said, confirming my thoughts. "Why don't you start at the beginning?" But that's the thing; I don't know where TO think as the beginning. So I just start by talking about my first two years at Hogwarts, having to stop sometimes to explain stuff which Aragorn would ask me about, like what was Snape like, and pretty soon I had also explained about Voldemort and the first Wizarding War, and pretty much everything that he needed to know, by the time the Hobbits and Ron had woken, and the sun was rising in the sky. But I left out the information about animagi, my father and the self-harm thing. Oh, and the injury I obtained that horrible day.

We set off after a quick route plan, and then spent another few hours, getting bitten by the returning mosquitoes and struggling to wade through the marshes. But, eventually we managed to get ourselves and the Pony (Which Sam has christened Bill) out of the marshes and back onto dirt tracks.

Just before 4pm that same day, while Ron was explaining about magic to a very awe-struck Merry and Pippin and I was walking at the front with Aragorn for once, I began feeling a twinge of regret. I thought that I had told Aragorn all about Hogwarts a bit too early; I still don't trust him 100%. I've known him two days, and in the first 10 minutes, he tried to kill me, like twice.

Due to this thought battle; I hadn't noticed that we'd arrived at the bottom of a hill; with the ruins of an old castle of the top, worn away by time. And that Aragorn has stopped and was looking at it.

"This was the great watch tower of Amun Sul." He explained to me as I stopped walking also. "But it is more commonly known as the 'Weathertop'."

I nod once, showing that I understood the information that I was just told. "So, this is where we're staying tonight?" I ask, and as I turn to look at him, he nods and begins to walk towards it. I follow, the others close behind.

Once everybody has reached the base of the hill, it was clear to see no set path up to the ruins, so we had to leave Bill the Pony tied up on a nearby tree as we all began to climb up to the summit. Aragorn, Ron, Merry and Frodo began climbing straight away, but Sam was trying to persuade Pip to do so.

I couldn't begin my assent until they had, so I offered to carry Pippin on my back while I climbed. He accepted the offer gladly, and I crouched down so he could jump up onto my back, while Sam began climbing. Pip jumped on quickly and with his arms around my neck (to keep himself on my back) I began climbing, quickly catching up with the others.

Five minutes later, and I was reaching the summit. When my hand found horizontal ground, Pippin casually leapt over my head and accidentally steps on my hand quite hard.

He's not even wearing shoes: so how the fuck does it hurt more?!

Regardless, I climb up into a sitting position, while I tried to regain my breath. The sky is a beautiful colour, and I notice that when I lift my head, sitting backwards.

When we were all at the top, we all walked around to another part of the ruins that was more sheltered from the weather, if it decided to take a turn for the worst.

Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin, Ron and I then dropped off our bags, and weapons, and sat down. Strider just looked out into the wilderness as the sun began to set. I got out all of my weapons and cleaned them with the sleeve of my jacket, which I took off to do so.

When I had finished cleaning my sword, knife and half of my arrows, Strider then joined the six of us and pulled out four short swords, handing or rather throwing one to each of the Hobbits saying, "These are for you; keep them close." as he did. Sam looked happier and slightly braver, now he had a weapon of his own at his disposal. People are not going to want to annoy these Hobbits now.

I didn't think that it was worth cleaning all the arrows, so with around ¾ clean now, I packed them back into the quiver, and placed it back onto the floor, before putting my jacket back on.

I finally realize how far I've traveled in the space of a week. From my sitting position, I can see only the last 10-15 minutes of our journey, despite the hill being quite tall. I don't even think that I'm in England anymore, let alone on the school grounds.

I watched the sun sink lower in the sky, not aware of anything, just admiring up in the 'beauty' of the moment, until Ronald punches me in my shoulder. It doesn't really hurt, but startles me; snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What? Sorry, what?" I ask and apologise at the same time, as I look at him.

"Are you okay?" He whispers to me, again concerned.

"Yeah." I say, nodding. Ron's been so concerned about me the last few days. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only one person he truly knows here. I wanted to say 'understand' then, but nobody will ever understand me.

"I'm going to have a look around", Strider said, rising to his feet. "Stay here. Ron, can you come with me for a moment?" and with that, he leaves, Ron getting up and doing the same.

I looked at the Hobbits, who were discussing something, looking at me every once in a while. "You know." I say, clearly irritated by their actions. They look over and don't look worried; but as if they want me to continue. "I'll go to sleep if you want to bloody talk. All you have to do is ask."

"Please?" Merry and Pippin whine, bringing the sad, puppy dog eyes into the conversation.

I sigh, then nod and lie down, rolling onto my right side, so my back is to them. They continue their conversation from where it left off as I drifted to sleep.

Several hours later, and I was brought back to my senses by the smell of cooking bacon, and sausages. They're cooking?! That fire'll be seen from miles away

My eyes shoot open wide as the thought sinks in. I sit bolt upright and look at the four. They're huddled around the small fire, which despite its size, gives off a tremendous amount of light.

"What in God's name are you doing?" I ask, my voice raised slightly, still not believing the situation.

"Tomatoes, sausages and some nice crispy bacon!" Merry states and I stand up, running over to them in a panic.

"Put the fire out! NOW!" I practically screech. Holy shit. I'm starting to sound like my mother… Not a good sign.

Frodo got the message pretty much straight after I said, and began stomping on the flames, trying to quell the dangerous heat source.

"Oh that's prefect(!)" Pip remarked. "Ash on my tomatoes!" Really? THAT'S what he's worried about?!
"Why did you do that?" Sam asked, furious that I'd destroyed the thing that was keeping us warm.
"Those flames will have been seen from miles around. Who knows what sort of –"

I'm cut off by this ear-piercing, inhuman screech that was coming from all directions

My first thoughts were: "Fuck. That does NOT sound good." The four Hobbits must've known what was making the sound, and going by the looks on their faces, my thoughts were correct. I look over the edge and saw four or five black, hooded figures moving towards the Weathertop ruins, quite fast.
My heart froze over; they were Dementors.

And I didn't have my wand with me. Damn it! But I DO have a sword, plus a bow and a quiver full of arrows, so I'm not totally screwed; only they're not as good as a patronus...

But we need to be somewhere that is more defendable. But my options are limited.

Thinking quickly now, and the only place I can think would be our best hope is to be right at the top, standing actually on the ruins. But it would be a burden to have to climb up to them now; giving the dementors a chance to catch us.

Pippin began to panic. Tripping over his cloak, he fell onto some hanging ivy on the wall. He grabbed part of it in his fist as he fell to the floor, which pulled off all the vines; covering the youngest hobbit. Behind the thickest part of the ivy vines was a staircase, leading upwards, to what I guessed was the ruins. I looked around.

Frodo just stared at me in surprise. To be perfectly honest, he's not the best fighter, and not any better and devising a plan of escape either.

I sigh in frustration. But nobody hears as I've picked up my quiver and bow, and I'm already sprinting up the stairs, which have been badly weathered over time. Over my quiet footsteps and slight panting, I can hear the large, slapping steps of the hobbits following me up the stairs.

Once at the top, I realize that I might've led us into a trap. I draw my sword, aware of the coming battle. The Hobbits follow suit, and they stand with their backs to one another in the center of the clearing. With my new weapon in hand, I face the stairs which I think is the most likely place the bloody demons will rise up to our position.

Time seems to slow down. The adrenaline that is surging through my veins keeps me awake despite me fatigue and roughly three hours sleep in the last week.

What feels like hours later, I can hear some armor-like clanking coming from another side of the clearing; a side which I am not facing. I slowly turn left; to face four hooded dementors, which are already advancing towards us.

Three of the hobbits are standing infront of me, only Frodo Baggins is out of sight and protected by me.
The four dementors stop three metres from us, and pull black and rusty swords from their scabbards. This lets me get a good look at their hands. They're not the skeleton-like, decaying ones I saw on the train in September, but covered in metallic gloves, that are part of their little armour.

These are NOT dementors. I'm worse than screwed; I'm totally fucked.

Five more appear from the ruins behind their companions; all with rusty swords drawn. And as 9, they begin to walk forward again, ready to slaughter us like mere animals.

"Back you devils!" Sam shouts, before trying to stab the not-dementors. Each attack was parried expertly and eventually, Sam was violently thrown to the side; crashing into some rubble of old pillars.
Nice try…

Merry and Pippin tried next. They just stood up strong and refused to move. It worked for a moment, but the hooded creatures just pushed them out of the way, both falling close to the edge; Pippin in danger of falling off.

My turn.

I hold my sword with fear; the blade upright and resting against my cheek. I want to run- Oh, I wish to run so badly, run to Strider and Ron or just away from here, but these young hobbits need protecting.
The nine step forward and one at the far left takes a swing at me, trying to cause a head injury. I parry and take a swing back at it. It hit him/her (Do they have a gender?) in the side, near the waist and it screeched in pain and fury. The creature then rammed the sword in its hands forward, the tip aimed to go into my face.

Reacting on instinct, I ducked under the blade. I then performed a very complicated move that disarmed the creature and I kicked it where its stomach should be. The animal stumbled backwards and fell off the edge of the hill.

One down; eight to go.

I turn to face the other eight, and I realize that Frodo wasn't here anymore. I saw that the one at the front of the group was advancing towards a piece of the ruins and holding its hand out to grab something. But it pulled away, and with a sound of fury mixed with disgust coming from it, stabbed the thin air around where it was reaching.

The end 3cm them became covered with blood and someone was screaming in pain, all coming from that area.

I wanted to run over, but three more had begun to encircle me. I had to get out. So I ran forward and with the blade of my sword in my right hand (the hilt in my left) I performed a forward roll, my feet just about missing the swords of two of the three.

I stood again, once I was out of immediate danger and saw that I was roughly two feet from the edge.
I looked back to the scene, was caught off guard. One of the hooded demons had followed me. It brought its sword down from above its head and I parried. But the force of the blow made me sink back to the floor, my hand now dangerously close to the edge.

My hand slips, off the edge and I fall to the ground, unsupported. The impact with the floor dazes me and me sword begins to move from my grip, slipping over the edge.

I panic, and forgetting the creature, I roll onto my front, and managed to hold onto it just after it fell off the side.

"Look out Celeste!" Merry shouts and I take a peak over my shoulder. The creature is getting ready for another strike, and I won't be able to defend myself as well as last time. I try to roll onto my back quickly but I know this will end badly. But I know that I'm getting what I deserve. I stare into the blank face of my enemy and await the blow that ends my life. I don't flinch or scream.

I want to believe that I was thinking about coming to terms with my mortality, and was thinking like a philosopher, but I really wasn't thinking anything apart from "Oh fuck, OH fuck!"

I hear Pip and Sam scream my name and they're followed by two angry yells that don't belong to their voices.

The creature then suddenly catches fire. It dropped the sword and ran off the Weathertop, but the animal had run off beside where I was lying. Its pure black robes had brushed over my right hand, burning it severely. I almost screamed aloud in pain, but winced instead; I've had worse injuries before, a burn is nothing to draw attention to, even if it is quite painful to burn your hand.

I sit up, place my sword in its scabbard and try my best to stand without causing myself too much agonizing pain.

But I cannot fight with a sword one-handed, so I pull out my knife, just so I am defended, and not vulnerable like I was just.

Ron comes running over the side, clutching a sword like this:

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"Are you alright?" he asks as I see in the background all but one of the monsters flee from the ruins, either on fire or scared that they will be.

"Fuck being alright." I say with my temper slightly risen. "How long have you been on here?"

"Bout a minute." He replies shrugging and as I replace my knife, we begin to walk over to the Hobbits and Aragorn (How about I just call him Strider? It's just easier!) who are all standing over something.
But the two of us stop quickly. The remaining creature has realized that we've stopped fighting and, with its weapon in hand, began advancing towards Strider, with him unaware.

"Aragorn, watch out!" I shout, snatching the torch from Ron's hands and quickly throwing it into the creature's face, before he even has time to realize what I said. He turns and watches as it flees the scene.

Now that he's moved, I can see clearly what the others are looking at. Frodo. He got stabbed and was now writhing in pain, lying on the floor. We ran over and knelt beside him.

Aragorn takes a clear look at the wound, winces and says "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine." He picks the poor Frodo and he cries out in pain. I hate seeing people in agony, so this is a real test if will power. Aragorn then walks over to the edge and, with Frodo over his shoulder; he begins scaling down the hillside, to Bill. He's clearly done something like this before.

Sam and Ron were the next to begin the decent, with Pip on Ron's back. Once their heads were out of the line of sight, then Merry and I began to do the same.

Two meters down and my badly burnt hand begins to argue against the climbing. The pain surging through it, is so severe, that I have to resist just jumping the rest of the way down, which would either kill me, or break my legs. I bit my lip, to try and deal with the burn pains, but I feel tears begin to well in my eyes as I keep climbing down.

When I reach the ground and I'm able to take the weight off my injury, the relief nearly makes me sigh aloud, but the throbbing that begins right after holds it back. I blink the unformed tears away and run after the rest, who are- with Bill the pony- sprinting desperately into the woods.

"Hold on Frodo." I whisper as I hear him in pain again; but managing to say one word:

"Gandalf!"