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Death eaters don't care

Harry's reading a book next to me and Ron starts to slowly read through my almost finish paper, probably so he could try copying off of me. "What's wrong with your hand?" I Hermione ask curiously as she pushed Harry's book aside to examine his hand more closely. "Nothing." Harry lifts his other hand on purpose so she could leave it alone. "The other hand." Obviously...

Hermione looks down at his hand mutilated by a stupid quill. I look at Ron to see him staring at my hand. Nut I shake my head to signal to him not to start. Even though he was the brother I never got,the person who had stood up for me all this time...I can't have him focusing on me when the owl's are approaching.

" You've got to tell Dumbledore." Hermione is still examining Harry's hand. " No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction." Harry's attitude takes over. His temper has been shorter these days and I feel like a damn babysitter but I know he needs someone who could understand him at the moment.

" Bloody hell, Harry. The woman's torturing the two of you. If either of your parents knew about this..." Ron makes eye contact with me and it brings all my pain back from my mother's murder and my father's betrayal.

" I haven't got any of those, have I, Ron?" Harry gives in,"I don't think my death eaters care about a little torture Ron" I say as I look up at him,maybe giving him puppy dog eyes. My father surely wouldn't care,he think he'd even appreciate Umbridge "putting me in place"

I wonder if Valerie was ever beaten till she couldn't wake or if she was left without food for weeks. Was she visited by father's friends while down in the basement..." Ella ,you've got to report this. You know you should. It's perfectly simple. You're being..." She seems to have turned to me when she realised she's not getting anywhere with Harry. " No, it's not. Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple." Harry snaps at her. " You don't understand." I close by book and stand up to walk away..." Then help us to."

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I walk with Harry as he releases Hedwig to take his letter to Sirius. The air is thick, heavy and cold as ice. It burns my lungs as I inhale deeply and exhale while my body let's go of a few shakes. We walk towards Hagrid's hut but it seems he's not back yet. Harry walks further and I just follow. I have no idea why we're really going this way.

We walk deeper into the forest as a few rays of sunlight escape through the trees,resulting in beautiful golden lines covering my face. When I turn my attention to Harry again,I notice him looking down at a blonde girl.

I see the dead looking horses behind the girl and I walk closer slowly. I stand next to Harry as I stare into one's eyes.

I break eye contact with it to look around to see a whole group of them, even a few babies.