*Along Rio Madeira in the Amazon Basin, Brazil*
As if Harry didn't have enough to deal with as it is...now this. *continues to follow the river, gaze scanning the various foliage as he passes* Now the threat of instantly falling down dead at any moment, of having to wait and wonder when or if Voldemort will do it. When or where it will be, if it will be, and knowing that if it does happen, that he's failed.
*bites the inside of his lip* Failed at something he didn't even ask for or want to be in the first place. If that doesn't bugger all, I don't know what does.
And I don't know what I can do, other than this. *stops, kneeling down to examine one of the purposes of this trip to South America, an Eupatorium Ayapana plant*
Bavaria one day, the Amazon jungle the next, who knows where tomorrow, but I'll keep it up, I'll hold on to the slim hope that maybe, just maybe, this potion Snape's concocting will work and take Voldemort down before He takes Harry down.
*slips his pack off, removing what he needs to prepare the plant for transport* It's all I can do, really.