we might not make it home tonight, trio, PG, trigger warning: canon character death (not one of the trio obvs)
It had not hit them when they were running from the wedding, the only concern had been how the Death Eaters found them.
It had not hit them when they were infiltrating the Ministry, cold adrenaline flooding veins. There was a job to do, the locket to retrieve, a botched escape to make.
The weeks they spent in the forest, going hungry as often as not. Arguing as they took turns with the forest. They had not had a plan, everything was vague. They had to kill Voldemort which meant getting all his horcruxes, but other than the one they wore, there was no way to know what to do.
It had been safe. Despite all the measures that they had put into place, sending the Dursley's away, Hermione charming her parents, Ron's ghoul, they believed they would come home. Harry had defeated Voldemort several times before that. Neither may live while the other survives meant they would kill Voldemort. Maybe a few cuts and bruises, but they would come out on top.
After their stay in Malfoy Manor it had been different. They had barely escaped with their lives. And Dobby had died to save them. The elf who continuously risked himself for Harry's benefit.
They had known there would be deaths of course. It was war. The Death Eaters killed. It was a sport to them. But it was different when it happened to someone they cared about, right in front of them, because of them. Losing Dobby was worse than Dumbledore, Dumbledore had chosen to fight, Dobby had only chosen to love and trust Harry Potter.
As they sat in Shell Cottage and planned to infiltrate Gringotts, a plan that should not work in a million years, it began to dawn on them. They might never see home again. Shell cottage might be the last friendly place they saw.
No one said anything about it, but as the day dawned and the Gringott's plan loomed dangerously insane in front of them, it was written on all their hearts. Even if they got through this, even if they got the horcrux and everything went well, that would only be four. Leaving two. And Voldemort.
Every day it was more dangerous. Were they really prepared to never see another friendly face? Were they really prepared to never see their homes and parents and sister and brothers? Never see Hogwarts again? Were they really prepared to die?
As Harry and Ron waited for Hermione to polyjuice into Bellatrix Lestrange, the only sound was the sea washing up against the cliff. Harry tried to let that wash away the uneasiness he felt. Ron tried to let it wash away the thought that last night could be the last time he saw Hermione as Hermione. When Hermione joined them, it may have been Bellatrix's eyes but the thought in them was Hermione's: this might be the end. We might not make it back.
This is just what I wanted! I just have so many feelings when it comes to these three kids fighting the war. :( You've written it beautifully! I loved it, thank you very much.
It had not hit them when they were running from the wedding, the only concern had been how the Death Eaters found them.
It had not hit them when they were infiltrating the Ministry, cold adrenaline flooding veins. There was a job to do, the locket to retrieve, a botched escape to make.
The weeks they spent in the forest, going hungry as often as not. Arguing as they took turns with the forest. They had not had a plan, everything was vague. They had to kill Voldemort which meant getting all his horcruxes, but other than the one they wore, there was no way to know what to do.
It had been safe. Despite all the measures that they had put into place, sending the Dursley's away, Hermione charming her parents, Ron's ghoul, they believed they would come home. Harry had defeated Voldemort several times before that. Neither may live while the other survives meant they would kill Voldemort. Maybe a few cuts and bruises, but they would come out on top.
After their stay in Malfoy Manor it had been different. They had barely escaped with their lives. And Dobby had died to save them. The elf who continuously risked himself for Harry's benefit.
They had known there would be deaths of course. It was war. The Death Eaters killed. It was a sport to them. But it was different when it happened to someone they cared about, right in front of them, because of them. Losing Dobby was worse than Dumbledore, Dumbledore had chosen to fight, Dobby had only chosen to love and trust Harry Potter.
As they sat in Shell Cottage and planned to infiltrate Gringotts, a plan that should not work in a million years, it began to dawn on them. They might never see home again. Shell cottage might be the last friendly place they saw.
No one said anything about it, but as the day dawned and the Gringott's plan loomed dangerously insane in front of them, it was written on all their hearts. Even if they got through this, even if they got the horcrux and everything went well, that would only be four. Leaving two. And Voldemort.
Every day it was more dangerous. Were they really prepared to never see another friendly face? Were they really prepared to never see their homes and parents and sister and brothers? Never see Hogwarts again? Were they really prepared to die?
As Harry and Ron waited for Hermione to polyjuice into Bellatrix Lestrange, the only sound was the sea washing up against the cliff. Harry tried to let that wash away the uneasiness he felt. Ron tried to let it wash away the thought that last night could be the last time he saw Hermione as Hermione. When Hermione joined them, it may have been Bellatrix's eyes but the thought in them was Hermione's: this might be the end. We might not make it back.
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You've written it beautifully! I loved it, thank you very much.
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