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Who? Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry Potter, Hermione Weasley, Voldemort
What? The final show down
When? Roughly 24-48 hours after the Ministry battle
Why? All we are saying is give peace a chance.
( I got a number on me. I got a number. Won't make it through the high noon sun. Well I am my father's son. And I am my father's son. His bed is made. And I was a hero early in the morning. I ain't no hero in the night. I am my father's son. )
What? The final show down
When? Roughly 24-48 hours after the Ministry battle
Why? All we are saying is give peace a chance.
( I got a number on me. I got a number. Won't make it through the high noon sun. Well I am my father's son. And I am my father's son. His bed is made. And I was a hero early in the morning. I ain't no hero in the night. I am my father's son. )
He smiled when she kissed him. He didn't feel like much of a hero right now. If anything he felt like the moment he stood up he'd fall back down again. Sirius had told him dying was easy, and maybe it was if you didn't see it coming. But that walk toward death? It was mind-numbing and rather terrifying.
But he found strength and courage in Hermione's faith in him, and her ability to stand beside him no matter how uneasy and uncertain the terms of this deal were. Harry believed this would work though.
"We have faith this could work, Hermione. That's the first step to you getting yourself back." He slowly stood up and offered her his hand. He wasn't quite shaking, but he felt the ticking of the clock inside his head. Every breath a miracle. Every moment he had with his best friend and sister a gift. Once she was on her feet he didn't let go of her hand. They used to apparate this way, hand in hand, when they were horcrux hunting all those years before.
Back to who they used to be right?
"Ready then?"
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Taking a breath she closed her eyes and waited for him to take her to his very first home.
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