Chapter 10: Ch010
Harry judged himself far enough away from Hogwarts's grounds to apparate when he reached the outskirts of Hogsmead. His plan now was as simple as a plan could be. He would take nothing with him but his purloined Deatheater cloak, the clothes on his back, and the wand he had taken from Drako Malfoy, whose allegiance, according to Mr. Olivander, now belonged to him. And my memories of course, both good and bad. His heart, however, he would be leaving behind. Hermione… It belonged to her now, as it had for months, as it would forever.
Before he could leave, there was one last task he had to perform. Touching the tip of his wand to his temple, Harry concentrated and whispered, "Ispur zikru- sina." Those were the words to cast a mind to mind communication spell. The last word indicated that there were two he wished to communicate with. Two tiny, blue glowing spheres, no bigger than fireflies, circled around each other and the tip of his wand as he pulled it away from his temple. He flung his arm out in the direction of Hogwarts and the two glowing spheres shot away.
When they had disappeared into the distance, Harry lowered his arm, closed his eyes, and apparated away.
Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand into the Great Hall. Hermione immediately searched the hall for Harry but could find no sign of him. He's off by himself somewhere hurting, I know it. She wanted desperately to find him, to go to him. When he'd left before to go to the Dark Forrest to face Voldemort, they'd both known Harry was walking to his death and it had felt like acid was eating away at her heart. She needed to touch him, to hold him and reassure herself that he was there and whole. And she needed to do it NOW.
But she couldn't. Not yet. First she needed to talk to Ron. Dear, sweet, noble Ron. This was very much going to hurt. And it was going to hurt everyone. "Ron," she said, pulling him back and turning him to face her, "Ron, we need to talk." She let go of his hand and took a half step back. "There's something important I need to tell you."
"W-What is it Hermione?" Ron could feel his expression falling. He knew that something was off. He could feel it when she let go of his hand and stepped back from him. Hermione was putting distance between them but he didn't know why. He had a feeling, however, and every second she hesitated to continue that feeling became more and more certain, that he wasn't going to like it. More seconds ticked by and the tension got higher. "Hermione? What is it?"
"I was… not the same after you left, Ron." Hermione said hesitantly, "I was nearly useless. I couldn't sleep, I barely ate. I stopped speaking, Ron. For days." She was looking him in the eyes now, "You broke my heart," Hermione's voice hitched as she said 'heart', "It was all on Harry, there was no one else. He did the research, he packed and unpacked our camp, he set the protection charms and kept us safe." Ron felt a prickly chill run up and down his spine. He was beginning to have an idea of where this conversation was going and he didn't think he was going to like it. Not one bit.
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