Chapter 334 - Anxiety (2/2)
sorry.”
”I know it was your scar! I can tell by the look on your face! You were looking into Vol—”
”Don't say his name!” came Ron's angry voice from the depths of the tent.
”Fine,” retorted Hermione. ”You-Know-Who's mind, then!”
”I didn't mean it to happen!” Harry said. ”It was a dream! Can you control what you dream about, Hermione?”
”If you just learned to apply Occlumency –”
But Harry was not interested in being told off; he wanted to discuss what he had just seen.
”He's found Gregorovitch, Hermione, and I think he's killed him, but before he killed him he read Gregorovitch's mind and –”
”I think I'd better take over the watch if you're so tired you're falling asleep,” said Hermione coldly.
”Hermione, please listen —” Harry tried again.
”Go and have rest Harry, I will keep watch and after me, Ron can do it. You need some sleep,” Hermione said and dropped down in the mouth of the tent, looking stubborn.
”She would have understood,” growling Harry ducked inside the tent.
”Sorry, mate,” Ron poked his head from the lower bunk; Harry climbed into the one above him, lay down and looked up at the dark canvas ceiling. After several moments, Ron spoke in a voice so low that it would not carry to Hermione, huddled in the entrance. ”I offered to watch first but she refused. She is really upset, you know with — anyway, what's You-Know-Who doing?”
”He found Gregorovitch. He had him tied up, he was torturing him,” Harry whispered into the darkness.
”How's Gregorovitch supposed to make him a new wand if he's tied up?”
”I dunno . . . it's weird, isn't it?”
For a moment, Harry closed his eyes. He imagined Chris there, with them. He thought about what she would have said hearing his vision of Gregorovitch.
”There was a young boy in Gregorovitch's memory. The boy stole something from him,” Harry mumbled thinking about Chris. ”I think Vol- I mean You-Know-Who wants that thing. The thing the boy stole.”
”Did you see what he stole?” Ron asked.
”No, it was small and - wait, Gregorovitch is a wandmaker just like Ollivander,” Harry sat up very quickly. ”Ron, what if You-Know-Who is after a wand? A wand that doesn't counter my wand. A wand that will help him duel me without our same wand core thing.”
”Merlin's pants! It's totally possible,” Ron also sat up alarmed. ”But then -”
”Ron! I think I need you to take the watch duty for a while,” came Hermione's angry voice from outside.
Harry and Ron exchanged a startled look. They had almost forgotten that they were supposed to keep their voices down. Before they could say anything Hermione called again and Ron hurried outside. Harry heard them arguing in a low voice as he thought about the wand Voldemort was after. He thanked Chris mentally for giving him enough belief to be a little less scared in this situation. Dumbledore had said once, ”Maybe sometimes we don't see our close ones but we could always feel their presence.” Now Dumbledore was gone and Chris was far away but somehow Harry felt they were with him and slowly he drifted off to deep sleep.
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To be continued. . .