Harry did not know when he had fallen asleep, but he was awoken the next morning by Hermione gently tapping him on the shoulder.
"Did you sleep out here all night?" she asked as he stretched.
"I guess so." Harry said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Draco and Ron were standing next to the back door.
"You could have woken me up if you needed to. I don't mind." Draco said, his voice concerned.
"I was fine; I just couldn't sleep. I talked with Sirius and Lupin, and they gave me my wand back. Did you get yours?"
Draco held up his wand, a bright smile lighting up his face. "It feels so good to have it back!" he said, slipping it into his holster.
"Hey, you should show us some spells." Hermione said, "I am sure you were taught spells different from the ones we were taught."
"Maybe," Harry said, biting his lower lip.
There was no doubt he and Draco had been taught more spells than they had, but they were not good spells. Harry doubted whether they would want to see the spells they knew. Harry followed them inside, and they all sat down at the table.
"So why exactly did you sleep outside?" Ron asked, grabbing a slice of toast and buttering it.
"I didn't mean to. It sort of just happened." Harry shrugged. He, too, helped himself to some toast.
"Hey, we were going to have a round of Quidditch later. Do you want to join us?"
"Yes. I can't wait." Harry smiled. So they all enjoyed a rather hurried breakfast. By the time they were finished, Fred, George, and Ginny had joined their small group.
"Where are we going to play?" Draco asked.
"In the same place as last time." Ginny said.
"Great," Harry nodded, "We are going to change and grab our brooms. We'll be back in a few minutes." Both he and Draco made their way up to their room.
"So, what was your nightmare about?" Draco asked Harry as soon as they closed the door.
"I told you, I am fine. I didn't have one; I just was thinking."
"Harry, stop lying."
"I am not lying."
"Then let me read your thoughts." Draco challenged.
"What?" Harry said, retrieving his broomstick from his trunk.
"Let me read your mind to prove you are not lying."
"Why? Can't you believe me?"
"Sadly, no, I can't anymore. I don't know when you stopped trusting me, but I see that you don't."
"Draco, stop. You know that isn't true." Harry said. "Then let me see."
"Fine," Harry's eyes flashed, giving in to him. Draco could see he wasn't lying.
However, Harry did not want Draco to see everything. He had not told him about his scar yet. So, he pushed away any thoughts about Voldemort or his scar. Instead, he focused on the first part of his conversation with Lupin and Sirius and then him falling asleep.
"Go on." Harry said. He and Draco made eye contact, and a moment later, memories were flashing through Harry's mind. Draco furrowed his brow, and the memories slowed.
"You're out of practice." Harry commented, trying his best not to get lost in the rush of memories. Draco didn't say anything, however.
They stood like that for a while until Harry, who was getting dizzy, said, "Are you done yet?" He wanted to go play Quidditch.
"Yes," Draco said, finally pulling out of Harry's mind.
"And?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"No dream, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. For the record, though, I do trust you, Draco. You know I do."
"Yeah, I know." Draco said, turning away from Harry. He got the strange suspicion that Draco was not telling him something. What had he seen?
"What's wrong, Draco?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, a little too nonchalantly.
"I know you too well for that to work, Draco. What upset you?" Draco was still not looking at him.
"It's nothing."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's really not."
"Draco!" Harry said, walking over to him. "What did I do?"
"Nothing…"
"Then why—"
"Harry, it's not about anything I saw!" Draco exclaimed, "It is the fact we can no longer trust each other. I just had to read your mind to make sure you were telling the truth, and I hate that. I want to be able to trust you, but you make it really hard." Harry did not know what to say.
"Draco…" He started slowly, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to make it seem like I'm hiding things from you. It's just different here. I still tell you everything, but we have to be careful about what we tell others. And I'm sorry if that made you feel like I was hiding something from you." Draco sighed.
"I know. We do have to be careful here. I just don't want our relationship to change because we are not telling them everything. I want you to still be able to come to me and tell me if something is wrong."
Harry felt guilt twist his stomach. He was not telling Draco everything right now, but he would after he met with Dumbledore.
"I know; I don't want that to change either." Harry said.
Draco smiled, "Great, so we agree; we will still tell each other everything?"
"Always." Harry smiled. Both boys lapsed into silence, thinking about that promise.
"We should hurry. We don't want to keep everyone waiting." Draco said eventually.
They both changed quickly and grabbed their brooms. The boys made their way downstairs and out into the yard.
"Hey," Ginny greeted them when they walked outside. They split up into teams, this time with Fred, Ginny, and Draco on one team and George, Harry, and Ron on the other. Hermione sat in the grass, completely absorbed in a book.
"What are you reading?" Harry asked her as the others went to get the balls from their broom shed.
"It's a muggle book; I doubt you would know it." She said, looking up.
"Try me," Harry challenged.
"Okay," Hermione said with a smile. "It is Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare."
"I've read it before." Harry said.
"Oh yeah, prove it." Hermione challenged.
"Fine," Harry said, "Turn to the prologue on the first page."
Hermione did so, and Harry started to recite it slowly, his lips forming the familiar phrases easily:
"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."
(A/N: I don't know if this is correct, I found it off of the internet lol)
When he finished, Hermione looked shocked. "You— memorized it?"
"I memorized practically the whole book."
"I never thought Death Eaters were into muggle literature."
"Yeah, well, they weren't, but I kept the book hidden. It became my mission to memorize it."
"But why?"
Harry gave a short laugh. "At first, I saw it as a small sign of independence and a way to say that I had my own opinions separate from the Dark Lord, even though he never knew about them. I was supposed to support the things he said, and he would not have liked it if I liked anything from Muggles. After a while, though, it started to act as a reminder to me."
"A reminder of what?" Hermione asked quietly.
"A reminder of the strangeness and powerfulness of love. It is a stronger magic than any of us realize, and no one fully appreciates it. It became a lesson that I was determined never to forget, so now I carry the book around with me always."
He met her eyes, and he saw shock reflected in them. Hermione was about to say something when Harry heard his name. Ron was walking over to them. He gave a slight wave to Hermione and ran over to where the other boy was.
"The goals are there," Ron said, pointing to two trees. "You and Ginny will be seekers. Draco and I will be keepers. Fred and George will play chasers. There was no point in having beaters."
"Okay," Harry agreed, and he mounted his broom.
Fred released the snitch and Harry watched as it zoomed out of sight. He thought briefly about going easy on Ginny. His broom was faster, so it was natural he would be able to catch the snitch quicker than she would.
They all mounted their brooms, and on the count of three, they sped off into the sky. Harry glanced around the 'pitch' for a moment and then spotted a glint of gold.
It was easy to spot. Ginny, however, was much closer to it than he was. Still, he dove, speeding towards the small golden ball.
Ginny, spotting what he was after, also went into a dive. She had about a ten-foot lead, and Harry, though on the faster broom, was falling behind. He leaned down into his broom, pushing it to go faster, faster.
However, try as he did, she still had a firm lead. Harry leaned down as far as he could on his broom and, abandoning all common sense, performed a move he had not done in over two years.
He flipped over on his broom and dove toward the ground upside down. Though risky, it seemed to do the trick. Slowly, the gap between them shrunk.
First, she was five feet away, then three. Then he was level with her. He flipped on his broom again and reached out his hand. He caught the snitch and pulled hard out of the dive.
He landed on the ground and caught his breath, the tiny ball clutched in his hand.
"That was awesome, Harry!" Ginny said, looking impressed. Everyone else had ceased playing and were landing around him and Ginny.
"I haven't seen that move since our game against The Holly Head Harpies in the summer of sixth year," Draco said excitedly.
"Yeah, but that time, I didn't straighten in time, and I crashed into the goalpost," Harry said, laughing.
"You have to teach us that move, Harry," Ron said, to an overall agreement.
"Sure," Harry agreed.
Harry spent the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon trying to teach them how to properly execute this movement without crashing into anything.
Eventually, after many tried and failed attempts, they landed, all left with a general idea of what they should be doing.
"I'm going to try once more." Ginny said, and before anyone could stop her, she sped off into the sky.
Harry watched as she flipped over in midair, just like he had shown her. However, she was not correcting herself.
She had to, or else— Harry saw what was about to happen a few seconds before it did.
He leaped onto his broom and zoomed towards her. He stopped right in front of where she was about to hit the ground, and she instead hit him.
Both of them tumbled off of their brooms, Harry doing his best to have her land on him instead of the ground. She landed on his chest, slightly scratched but otherwise uninjured.
She quickly stood up, and he, too, rose to his feet. Their eyes met for a moment, and Harry could have sworn he saw the same twinkle in her eyes he had seen previously.
"Thanks," she said.
"My pleasure." Harry said shortly. They walked back to where the others had landed.
"Are you guys okay?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, thanks to Harry, I am fine," Ginny said.
"Like I said, it was my pleasure," Harry said.
He was not interested in any type of praise or attention. He had not done it because of that. He did not want to see her get hurt.
They walked inside, sweaty and caked in dirt, and sat down at the kitchen table.
Mr. Weasley had been bending over a piece of parchment, discussing something with Lupin, but he quickly put it away as Harry and Draco walked in. Harry pretended not to notice, but he thought Draco must have caught a brief expression of sadness on his face because he was looking at Harry with a sort of grimace.
Harry turned away and took a seat at the table. He took his wand out of his holster and started to play with it absentmindedly, turning it over and over in his hands. He hadn't been paying attention to the conversation and looked up to see everyone looking at him.
"Sorry, what?" He asked.
"I just asked if you and Draco could show us some of the spells, you know, after dinner?" Hermione asked.
Harry had hoped she would have forgotten about this, but it was clear she was not going to anytime soon.
"I don't know if you want to see the types of spells we know," Harry said, looking at Draco instead of her.
"Maybe we should show them," Draco said quietly.
"Okay, but we should duel each other. No one else can handle it."
"If you're sure…"
"Positive. Like you said, we should show them. It is about time they saw anyway." Harry turned back to Hermione, "Sure, we will show you some of the spells we know after dinner."
"Great," she said happily. Only Lupin seemed to grasp what the consequences of this may be.
"Harry, I don't think it would be a good idea for you to do this after dinner," he said firmly.
"Oh yeah, sorry, Hermione, I have another meeting with Dumbledore. We can show you now, though, if you want."
"Okay," she said.
"That's not what I meant," Lupin said, rising with the rest of the table. Harry already knew this, but he ignored the older man. Harry wanted to show them the extent of his and Draco's abilities. Even this, though, wouldn't be the full extent; they would not be playing to kill, after all. If they saw this and still accepted them, then Harry would know for sure they had passed the test.
Everyone made a sort of half-circle around Harry and Draco. Among them was Lupin, Mr. Weasley, and even Mrs. Weasley.
Harry took out his wand and faced Draco. Both boys bowed to each other, turned, and walked back three paces.
"No unforgivables," Harry said, raising his wand.
"Anything else?" Draco asked.
"No, I think not. Just hold back some. Only half of your power. We wouldn't want to decimate the house, after all."
"Okay then." Draco raised his wand. "Incarcerous Reducto."
This was a spell Harry recognized. It was meant to bind his arms and legs together while causing rather painful boils.
Harry reacted swiftly, deflecting it with a shield, causing the spell to crash into a nearby tree. The yard was wide, and Harry had not trouble blocking Draco's spells.
If nothing else, the Dark Lord was at least a competent teacher.
He eyed Draco warily. Draco stepped forward, his wand emitting a faint blue glow, saying, "Glacius Duo." If struck, it would encase Harry in ice.
Fortunately, he knew a counter for this. With a firm chant of "Calidum Defensio," Harry conjured a wave of warm air that turned the approaching ice crystals into harmless steam, preventing the spell from taking hold.
"Obscuro Visum," Harry shouted, seeking to blind Draco with dense and inky darkness that permeated the air.
Reacting on instinct, Draco used "Luminos Dispello" to create a burst of light, clearing the darkness.
Harry cast a stunner at Draco, who barely deflected it in time. Draco started to send spells at him, one after the other, with a speed that could only be matched by a few. The yard transformed into a battleground of spells and counterspells.
Fueled by adrenaline, Harry skillfully maneuvered his wand, adeptly dodging, shielding, and blocking, managing to avoid any direct hits.
Harry erected a large solid shield, causing Draco to pause momentarily. Harry took the opportunity and started sending spells back at Draco with a rapid-fire succession.
The spells were starting to get more dangerous the longer they fought, and Harry had to remind himself to hold back. He was not looking to kill Draco after all.
"Stupefy Torrent!" Harry shouted, sending a barrage of numerous stunning spells toward Draco, momentarily overwhelming him.
Draco ducked out of the way. Harry then cast a sleep-inducing hex, which Draco was able to deflect.
Draco dropped his shield and cast "Confundo Nebula," creating a dense, thick mist.
Slightly disoriented, Harry countered with a silent "Ventus Revolutio," summoning a whirlwind that dispersed the fog, revealing his opponent once again.
Draco, more aggressively this time, unleashed "Ligatura Luminis," a spell that sent binding beams of yellow light toward Harry.
Harry dodged nimbly, feeling a beam graze his arm and leave a stinging sensation. He countered with "Aqua Ejecto," sending a jet of water to disrupt the light beams.
The mark on his arm felt numb; he could still use his arm but was certain he didn't want to be hit by multiple beams.
Draco tried to distract Harry with an attack from a different angle, aiming to immobilize him by shouting "PetrificusTotalus."
Harry deflected it with a quick flick of his wrist and a silent "Protego Maxima."
He yelled, "Fumos Duplex," quickly creating a dense smokescreen with multiple deceptive echoes of his movements, aiming to sow confusion with Draco.
The smoke disappeared with a bright flash. Harry quickly spun, casting "Sensus Dyneira," sending out a pulse of greylight that would make Draco go temporarily blind, deaf, and mute. Draco managed to block it successfully.
"Limbous Senerious," Draco yelled, and Harry barely ducked out of the way in time.
Draco tried "Impedimenta," attempting to entangle Harry.
Harry quickly countered the spell's effect, his breath coming out quicker. Draco sent a light green bolt of energy that he knew would electrocute Harry upon contact.
Reacting swiftly, Harry conjured a flock of birds that intercepted the deadly spell. The smell of charred flesh permeated the air as the birds absorbed the deadly energy.
It was clear they were no longer playing; this was turning deadly. Harry had to get the situation under control before they killed each other.
"Draco," He called, sending a stunning spell at him, "truce?" Draco dodged out of the way and lowered his wand.
His eyes widened as he looked around him, as though seeing the yard for the first time. The ground under them was completely uprooted. Their power was pulsing everywhere, in the air, under their feet, overwhelming their onlookers.
Their friends had backed up, far away from both of them. They looked scared and shocked, as if they were frozen in place. Harry knew that they had never before seen that type of dueling before.
Harry looked back at Draco. His eyes were still wide, hardly believing what had happened. He looked up at Harry, then down at his wand. In one swift movement, Draco threw down his wand and ran. Harry turned to their small crowd of onlookers.
"You all look very shocked, but I am not sure why. What did you think we would have spells that made flowers bloom out of thin air? Those are the kind of spells we were brought up knowing. I am not sure what you expected, but those are the kind we know. If you want us to demonstrate more of the ways the Death Eaters are cruel later, then we will, but for now, I am going to find Draco."
Harry walked off in the same direction Draco had gone, not bothering to pick up his wand. Harry looked around the yard and saw a bush rustling. Not a very good hiding spot on Draco's part.
He walked over to it and knelt down. He, too, hid himself in the bushes. "Draco, it's okay. Look, I am fine."
"I lost control, Harry."
"So did I."
"No, you weren't aiming to kill. I forgot where I was; who I was fighting. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Draco. Look, aside from the normal scrapes, which you have, too, you only hit my arm once."
"You hit me once, too," Draco said, showing Harry his left leg. There was a burn mark from where one of Harry's spells had grazed him.
"I'll heal it later."Draco said, "I left my wand there."
"Do you want me to?"
"No, it's fine," Draco said.
"They all looked horrified," Harry said.
"Probably because I tried to kill you."
"Draco, you didn't mean any of it."
"Yeah, of course I didn't," Draco said solemnly.
"I don't know what they were expecting our spells to be." Harry said frustrated. "Of course, we would know different ways of hurting people."
"I am really sorry, Harry." Draco's tone was full of remorse.
"Like I said, it's not your fault. I'll heal my arm, and it will be fine. Now they know what we were taught; they might stop bothering us about showing them more spells."
"Oh, I am positive they will," Draco said with a small laugh.
Harry laughed, too. "You should have seen how shocked they were. I really don't know what they had been expecting, but it wasn't that." Just then, the boys both heard their names being called.
"Do you want to answer them or just stay here for a while?" Harry asked softly.
"We can go. There is no point in stalling. We will have to see them again at some point."
"Okay," Harry said, standing up and pulling Draco with him.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were standing not too far away. Their backs were to them.
"Where are they?" Ginny asked. Harry cleared his throat loudly, and all three turned.
"Harry, Draco!" Ron said, surprised.
"I am so sorry," Hermione said, rushing forward. "I should have never asked to see any of those; I should have known it would get out of hand. I am so sorry!"
"Hermione, relax, it's fine. Neither of us got more than a few scraps." Harry said quietly.
"Are you okay, Draco?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, I am fine. I went too far…"
"Understandable," Ron said solemnly.
"Mrs. Weasley said it's almost time for dinner." Hermione said, "We had better go."
Harry and Draco climbed out of the bushes, and all five of them made their way back into the house. Everyone glanced up at them as they entered but offered no comment about what had happened. It seemed as if they all wanted to forget about what had just happened, which suited Harry and Draco perfectly.
Instead of sitting, Harry and Draco both went up to their room and put on new shirts. Harry's old shirt had gotten completely torn. He quickly patched up his arm and got rid of as many scarps as he could, and Draco did the same.
Harry followed Draco back downstairs and sat down at the table between him and Ginny. Tonks had just arrived, and her fingers were tightly interlocked with Lupin's.
"Harry," Ginny said quietly so Draco, who was sitting across from him, could not hear.
"Yes?" he said.
"Are you sure you are okay?"
"What, the cuts and stuff? Yes, I made them go away."
"I know." Ginny said, "But just because it went away does not mean it still doesn't hurt."
"I am fine, I promise."
"You're not lying to me, are you?" She asked a small smile.
"No, I would never lie to you." Harry said with so much sincerity that Ginny had to believe him.
"Good," she said, "I just wanted to make sure."
"Thanks," Harry smiled.
Then, to Harry's surprise, he felt his forearm burn with a savage pain that he had not felt in a while. He glanced up at Draco, and their eyes met for a fraction of a second.
They both feel the sickening burn, a sort of gathering call for all of Voldemort's followers. But why were they able to feel it?
Both he and Draco had special marks, separate from the rest of the Death Eaters, with the exception of Bellatrix. The Dark Lord had chosen three Death Eaters to brand with this special mark. The thing was, Bellatrix was almost always by his side, helping him with whatever he needed.
This wasn't for Bellatrix; this was for them, but why? Harry rubbed his forearm subconsciously as he thought about it.
"Harry?" Draco's voice was soft but sharp. Harry's eyes flew up to meet his. "What are you doing?"
Harry was confused for half a second and then looked down at his hand. He had been starting to roll up his sleeve, not thinking.
Now, every eye was on the two of them as Harry quickly took his arm off of the table and said, "Nothing of any importance," His eyes met Draco's for another second before he asked, "Draco, can I speak with you—?"
Draco was out of his chair before Harry had finished his sentence. Every eye was trained on them as they left the kitchen. Harry opened the front door and led Draco outside.
"I'm assuming you feel it?" Draco asked as soon as they were out of the house.
"Of course," Harry said, "How could I not?"
"What do you think it means?" Draco asked worriedly.
"It could mean nothing, just that he is calling a meeting. Though it is odd that he would press our marks. He does not make mistakes. He knows who he just called." Harry said.
"What if they are going to attack somewhere?" Draco asked quietly, "Do you think we should tell someone?"
"I don't think we have to worry about that right now. If it burns more, then we should say something, but for now, we are just going to get them worried over nothing."
Draco nodded but didn't say anything, rubbing his arm to try to make the pain go away. But both knew that it was no good to do that.
"I wish," Draco said at last, "That we could get rid of these stupid marks."
"Me too," Harry agreed, rolling up his sleeve.
His Dark Mark was of a slit-shaped eye, looking much too realistic. It was pitch black, searing onto his skin. He quickly covered it again.
"We should go back inside," Draco said after a minute.
"Yes, we should." Harry agreed, even though both of their arms were still searing with pain.
Draco led the way back into the house but paused right before the kitchen door. Two people were having a whispered conversation on the other side of it.
"I should go and see—" One was saying.
"No," the other voice argued, "Just let them be. If it is important, they will tell us."
"What if they need us to ask about it, though?"
"Sirius, don't."
"Remus, we both know something was wrong. Did you see the way they looked at each other? It was almost like they were in simultaneous pain."
"I have no doubt they were, but I'm not sure why."
"So let's ask!"
Draco glanced back at Harry, and both boys took a minute to fix their faces into unconcerned smiles before pushing open the kitchen door again. The room fell silent once more, everyone looking at them, but they said nothing as they walked past Lupin and Sirius and took their seats again.
"Everything okay?" Sirius asked the silent room, but Harry knew he was talking to him and Draco.
"Of course it is," Draco replied coolly.
"Are you sure?" Sirius pushed.
Harry's eyes flashed him a warning as he answered, "Positive."
Lupin looked as if he was very close to hitting Sirius. Sirius looked as if he wanted to ask more questions.
"So," Draco said, turning to Ron on his left side, "What were you saying?"
The room took that as their cue to erupt back into chatter, though Harry was not paying much attention to what anyone was saying. He was lost in thought.
Just then, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw Sirius standing behind him.
"Yes?"
"Could we talk for a minute?"
"Sure," Harry agreed, rising from his chair once more.
Harry's eyes met Draco's again, and both of them shared another silent message so quickly that no one else would have been able to notice it. Then Harry turned and followed Sirius back into the hallway and outside.
"What happened, Harry?" Sirius demanded, barely waiting for the door to close behind them.
"Nothing to be worried about," Harry said, keeping his expressions light.
"But you and Draco seemed to be worried."
"Let me rephrase that," Harry said slowly, "Nothing for you to be worried about."
"That isn't going to work for me."
"It doesn't have to."
"Harry, what happened?"
"Like I said, you don't need to worry about it. Draco and I just needed to talk, that's all."
"What is wrong with your arm?" Sirius asked, glancing down at Harry's right arm.
"Nothing," Harry said calmly.
"Then roll up your sleeve."
"No,"
"Why not?" Sirius asked, barely able to reign in his temper.
"Because I don't want to." Harry replied simply.
"Harry, listen—" Sirius started, but Harry cut him off.
"No, you listen." He said, his eyes angry for the first time. "What Draco and I discuss is none of your business. If we believe there to be any danger at all, we will inform you of it. You have no right to demand anything of me, and I am not going to stand here and get yelled at for not telling you something that was none of your business in the first place. I suggest you cool down a little before rejoining the rest of the group. You look as if you are about to hit something."
Before Sirius could say another word, Harry turned and walked back inside. As soon as he closed the door, Sirius opened it again.
"Come back here. I want to talk,"
"Yes," Harry said, "But I don't."
With that, Harry reentered the kitchen, taking his seat at the table. Draco looked at him curiously, and Harry shook his head an infinitesimal amount before turning away from him. He looked down at the plate in front of him, which had just been filled with piles of food.
However, just as he picked up his fork, his scar burst open with a blinding, sickening jolt. The room flashed before his eyes, momentarily going black.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ginny asked, concerned.
"Nothing, I'm fine," Harry insisted, trying to stand.
"I have to go get something for my meeting with Dumbledore. I'll— be back."
He tried his best to walk normally as he exited the room for the third time in a matter of minutes. He was shaky on his feet.
He could tell Ginny did not believe him, but he didn't care much at the moment. He had to get out of there as fast as he could.
He hurried up a flight of stairs and opened the door to a room. He closed it and locked it behind him.
He quickly shoved his fist into his mouth and sank to the ground, his back against the door. The pain was almost unbearable.
It heightened to a peak, and Harry knew this time, there would be no getting rid of Voldemort.
Sorry about the Cliffhanger! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter though! I really had fun writing it.