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Post by Harrison "Harry" Prewett on Aug 13, 2012 16:58:26 GMT -5
I thought I might give this thing a try. A little bird told me that it might help with this pain that I feel in my chest. I guess I should start at the beginning. Well, the beginning where everything started going down the drain. I suppose that would mean right after Fred, Remus, Tonks and many others died at the Battle of Hogwarts. Anyways, here I go: I woke up not realizing what had happened. The last thing I remember was explaining how the Elder Wand truly was loyal to me, to Voldemort. Then our spells collided, and everything went blank. Then I ended up here, looking at a lighted sky only shielded by a few trees that were above me.
“Am I dead?” I asked. I did not get an answer immediately; however, soon I saw Ron’s face blocking the sky.
“He’s awake!” Ron shouted, causing a large crowd to crowd around me. Slowly I pushed myself up until I was sitting, still completely confused as to what was happening. There were so many people around me, all of the Order and DA, and even a good few others.
“I didn’t mean for all of you to die too!” I shouted, thinking I had died.
“No, Harry,” the soft voice of Ginny replied, pushing Ron out of the way, “We’re not dead. You’re not dead. The battle’s over.”
“What?” I asked looking from Ginny to Hermione, who nodded in confirmation that it was true. “Vold-” I was about to say the name of the most feared man in the world; however, Ron interrupted me, luckily.
“No, mate. And don’t say that name. It’s still taboo,” Ron replied shaking his head.
“Then why…?” I simply asked. Everyone seemed to know what I was asking, even though I hadn’t finished my question.
“We had to,” Eliza stated looking at me, just as many others were doing.
“You HAD to?” I began, raising my voice, trying to push myself to my feet. However, I lost my balance from getting up too fast, falling, before being caught by Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Molly, and Arthur.
“Yes, Harry, we had to,” Arthur replied with a small smile, “If we didn’t, we’d all be dead. And You-Know-Who would have won. We can’t allow that, now can we?”
“You should’ve let me die there! It was supposed to be the final showdown! One of us were going to die, or both! It should’ve been the end!” I shouted, pushing them from holding me up. I managed to stay up with just a few fumbles forward.
“But, Harry,” Ginny began.
“No buts,” I cut in, “The prophecy said that neither can live while the other survived. He no longer has his horcruxes and I could feel it was supposed to be the final showdown! It was supposed to end there!”
“Harry, calm down. There are always other chances. As long as you live, there’s always tomorrow,” Hermione said placing a hand on my shoulder.
“No!” I said, moving my shoulder so hers would leave it. I walked off, not even knowing where I was going, nor where I was. I needed to walk to clear my head, and get everything straight. I knew I wasn’t going to go far from everyone that was there, because they were special to me, but they didn’t know that. I could hear some arguing behind me, but I just ignored it and continued walking.
I must have been walking for several hours through this forest, which never seemed to end, because by the time I finally stopped the sun was beginning to set. Before me was a lake, who’s waters were completely still. The lake wasn’t large, but for some reason, I decided to sit on a large boulder and stare at the lake.
The things that were running through my head were things about Fred, Tonks, Remus, Colin, and everyone else who died at the useless battle. Why hadn’t it worked? I thought I had thought of everything. All six horcruxes were gone and the only piece of soul that was left had to be in Voldemort himself. The Elder Wand’s master was me, even now. What was the missing link?
“Harry,” Ginny said from behind me. I turned and saw her looking at me worried. “Hey, Ginny,” I replied casually as if nothing had happened from the time the two of us began dating until now.
“Are you ok, Harry?” Ginny asked, walking up and sitting next to me on the boulder I was sitting on. It wasn’t that large, so the two of us barely fit.
“ ‘Course I am, I always am,” I replied with a faint smile.
“Quit lying, you prat!” Ginny said smacking the backside of my head. I leaned forward slightly, resting my elbows on my knees.
“Sorry, Gin,” I answered with a small smirk.
“Come on, Mr. Potter. Tell me what is going on inside of that head of yours,” Ginny said copying my position. It was then I told her all about what I had done that year. Remus trying to desert Tonks, Kreacher, The Ministry Break-in, Godric’s Hallow, Gringott’s. Everything. It took a very long time to tell her everything, but she didn’t interrupt even once. Finally, I reached the point when I told her about the battle at Hogwarts.
“And then… You-Know-Who killed Snape in the Shrieking Shack. As soon as You-Know-Who left, I took off my cloak. Snape gave me his memories. I don’t know what they were of, because then… then You-Know-Who called me out. I didn’t go, as you know, or I’d be dead. I wanted to view the memories Snape gave me, but I was interrupted and You-Know-Who soon resumed attacking the school. You were there when You-Know-Who joined the battlefield and the two of us fought. I demanded that you all leave him to me, and then everyone else seemed to stop fighting, at least from where I was standing,” I explained trying not to see like some idiot who was acting too noble, “The Elder Wand should’ve backfired on You-Know-Who. But… it didn’t, I suppose. That’s… that’s all I remember before waking up here.”
Ginny placed an arm around my shoulders and gave me a little side-hug. She was smiling. She wasn’t disappointed in me, like I first expected.
“You’re a brave man, Harry Potter,” she replied smiling at me encouragingly, “But tell me, why did this battle have to be the last one? Why did it all have to end there?” I looked at the still lake. I had been thinking about it for the whole time that I was walking, but I had yet to come up with a satisfactory answer.
“It… it just felt like it should,” I answered after a long pause.
“But it wasn’t. Tell me, what would’ve happened if you died there? What would we have done without you? You’re our guiding light, our leader, even if you haven’t realized it,” Ginny asked still looking at me with a reassuring smile as I stared at the lake.
“I-I dunno,” I began, wanting to say more, but she had interrupted me.
“Exactly. If you died we would lose our hope, our fighting spirit. If you had died, think of all of us who would’ve been sad because they lost a dear good friend of theirs, not because you are our hope, but because we love you; I love you” Ginny explained. I was speechless. I wasn’t sure what to reply back with. The sun had already set, and the world seemed to be cloaked in darkness besides the full moon glowing in the sky. I had then realized that I had been out cold for at least 6 days. It was a very weird feeling to lose 6 days and only realize it because the moon was full.
“I love you too, Ginny,” I finally replied looking back at her, patiently waiting for a response with that reassuring smile. I bent towards her, kissing her for the first time in a long time. She gladly returned the kiss with a happy smile on her face.
It was the first time I was completely sure that I was in love with Ms. Ginerva Molly Weasley.
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Post by Harrison "Harry" Prewett on Aug 14, 2012 17:47:18 GMT -5
This thing hasn’t been helping so far, but I’ve done only one, so I think I might give it another try. I heard that things like this take time. However, if this thing starts to make anything worse, then I’ll stop. So, last time I ended when I had woken up and that whole day. I guess I’ll start with what happened afterwards. Ginny and I spent the night together, talking, snogging, and a few other things, I will not go into detail on. However, when we awoke the next morning, Ginny had said we really needed to return to where all of the others were temporarily living. I knew we couldn’t stay in this forest (I had yet to be told which forest) for long. Voldemort could catch us and then that would be the end.
We walked the whole way, holding hands. The whole time the two of us remained silent. I remembered the night of the battle, wondering what had gone wrong. My thoughts turned towards Remus and Tonks, who had a now orphaned child. I was that little boy’s godfather, and I was perfectly willing to take Teddy as my own son and teach him about how brave his parents were, and how his parents got together, at least from what I knew of the story. There was a tug in my chest, as I remembered all of those who died, including Remus, Tonks, Fred, Colin, Anelisa, and the child of Fred and Analisa. To die so young was terrible. I didn’t know much about the child, but Ginny had explained how the child was a girl and looked a lot like Fred. Ginny had said that she had died in the battle. I hadn’t felt this grief-stricken since Sirius died. Mad-Eye was a terrible death, but it hadn’t affected me as much as it did the others, and I never knew Ted Tonks well. I heard he was a great man, and I wouldn’t doubt it at all.
Ginny must have sensed my sorrow as we walked, because soon she removed her hand from my hand and wrapped her arm around my waist. I did the same thing, and really, it made me feel better. I felt safe, and loved. However, this feeling was nothing compared to the scene that lay ahead of me.
“Harry’s back!” a yell came from someone hiding in the bushes. I turned around, pulling my wand. Paranoia was already setting in, even then. However, when Angelina came out of the bushes, obviously being on guard or something, I tucked my wand back away. Angelina gave me a hug before the three of us, headed into the clearing, which I had woken up in the previous day. “Harry!” Hermione said running up to me and giving me a hug. I let go of Ginny for a few moments, to hug Hermione back, when Ron seemed to join in the hug.
“Mate, you know we were about to send a search party after you,” Ron said with a small laugh.
“I told you I’d get him back before noon today,” Ginny said slapping Ron upside the head playfully.
“We didn’t expect you two to actually take the whole night to get back,” Hermione stated as the hug finally was released. I smiled slightly before shrugging.
“You didn’t…?” Hermione began, but was cut off by Ron.
“It’s good to have you back, mate!” Ron said completely oblivious to what Hermione was going to ask. Out of the corner of my eye, Ginny was blushing and Hermione looked at the two of us like we were little kids caught doing something we weren’t supposed to do.
“We told them about the horcruxes,” Hermione said interrupting the silence that followed with a confused Ron at the actions of the three of us.
“What?” I said, my eyes widening, “Dumbledore –“
“But we’ve destroyed them all, right?” Ron asked.
“From what I can tell, he has another, or he would have died,” I replied shaking my head, feeling betrayed by my two best friends. They didn’t understand that I didn’t want others to know about that. I didn’t want them to have the burden of hunting them down as well. Voldemort had to have another horcrux somewhere, and now a lot more people knew about them.
“But Harry, now that we are all travelling together, they have the right to know,” Hermione insisted.
“Fine…” I sighed before looking at the rest of the crowd. Everyone seemed to be staring at me. It really was an uncanny feeling.
“So, what’s the plan, Harry?” Neville said stepping out from the crowd.
“What? Me?” I asked, thinking that I had missed something.
“The Wrackspurts seem to have gotten to his head,” Luna’s dreamy voice came from the crowd. I couldn’t see her, but she was somewhere in the sea of people.
“Of course it’s you, Harry! Who better than the boy who lived to lead us?” George asked looking around.
“Pretty much anyone else,” I answered, feeling it was true.
“You’ve done plenty to earn the position of leader,” Eliza said leaning against a tree nearby.
“Everything I’ve done was with others help!” I insisted.
“And would you say that Dumbledore did everything he did without any help?” Kingsley said in his deep, almost terrifying voice.
“Well, no…” I say, having no other response to it.
“Exactly! Here, let’s put it to a vote,” Hermione said before turning to address the whole crowd, “All those in favor of Harry being our commander and leader, say Aye!” I am surprised by the almost immeadiate response of a whole roar of ‘ayes’. Before Hermione could ask the next question a small squeak of ‘aye’ came, extremely late with their response. “And all those in favor of someone else?” Hermione asked. Silence followed. “See?” Ron said pointing at the crowd, “All of them want you as the leader of all of us. Sure, our plans have failed many times in the past, but it has all turned our fine, right? You’re a great leader, Harry. But don’t worry; we’re here to help you when you need it.”
I remained silent looking at the crowd. This was that first DA meeting all over again, with them giving me the job of leader. That turned out great! Not.
“Maybe he isn’t leader material at all,” Eliza said pushing out from the tree she was leaning on, “If he can’t see that he’d be the only one for the job. Harry, remember the DA, and how we kept on fighting. It wasn’t your fault that Marietta Edgecombe told Umbridge on us. Think of how much we all learned.”
“Without you, Harry,” Neville said picking up the little speech to me, “I would never have gained the confidence that let me chop off that snake’s head. I would have always been the clumsy boy who always messed up.”
“Without you, Harry,” George stated, “Fred and I would never had started our joke shop. We wouldn’t have been able to give the people of Wizarding Britain a glimmer of happiness and hope in all of the darkness.”
“It’s not just because you are the boy who lived,” Ginny said coming up and holding my hand once more. I looked at her and she smiled at me. “Or the Chosen One. Or any of that rubbish. It’s because you’ve proved yourself worthy. You are a leader. Even if you weren’t any of those things, you would still be a leader. A leader who has the best interest of all of us at heart. We trust you. We love you.”
“Love him?” George said with a smile on his face, but it dropped, when he realized there was no Fred to complete the joke, “I can’t speak for you, dear sister of mine, but I prefer the term, ‘Can’t help but like the little twerp even though he can be thick sometimes’.” He received a few laughs through the crowd. I remained silent. Once laughter died down, silence filled the air.
“O-Ok. Fine. I’ll do it,” I finally said breaking the silence.
“So, what’s our first order of business?” Neville asked smiling widely at me.
“I think… we need to go out of the country,” I reply a plan suddenly occurring to me. A series of murmurs followed.
“Why?” Someone from the crowd asked.
“Think about it, You-Know-Who is looking for us, especially me, right? We need to set up a permanent base, and it wouldn’t be safe to set one up here. I think… I think we should set up several different bases all around the world, and then… then if one is attacked others can just apparate to help them out. And we’d have specific places we could retreat to if we needed,” I explained. That was one of the few brighter ideas I had ever had. Chatter erupted from this idea. It took a few minutes for everyone to quiet down.
“We’ll have base leaders, who will report to me, and… we’ll go from there,” I stated finishing up my plan.
“How many bases will we have?” Hermione asked.
“7,” Luna suggested in her dreamy way, “It’s the most powerful number.” I nodded and many others seemed to agree.
“Ok, ok, then… then we can choose each bases leaders, and we’ll split the group into seven smaller groups,” I say, starting to get into this leader thing.
“It’s your choice… boss,” George said with a small smile.
“Er, ok…” I said now nervous again, “I’ll lead Base 1, in Antarctica. Ron will lead Base 2, in Africa, the Sahara Desert. Hermione… she’ll lead Base 3 in North America. Neville will lead Base 4, in Asia. Kingsley will lead Base 5 in Australia. Ginny will lead Base 6 in South America and… Eliza will lead Base 7 somewhere in Europe. Today, we’ll pick those here to be with us on the bases and scout out good places to set up base on each of our respected places. We’ll meet back here.”
While I was new at all of this, I felt like I was doing something right. I didn’t want to be separated from Ginny, but those I had picked to lead each base was someone important to me, I would trust with everything I held in my head. I trusted everyone there, but I had to decide. I knew all these people well, and knew they would do well with what they were told.
My group, who were going to settle in Antarctica, consisted of George, Angelina, Luna, Rolf, Cho (to the dismay of Ginny, but I knew I needed a good brainy person; plus, I assured Ginny nothing would happen) and many others from the large group there.
I suppose the rest is a later story. This has brought back some good memories. Painful, good memories. Rest in Peace Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, the three best people in the whole world. Not that I love anyone any less than others, they were just the ones closet to me.
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Post by Harrison "Harry" Prewett on Aug 15, 2012 20:53:55 GMT -5
Well, last time it helped a little bit. It really brought back some memories, and I think the pain when remembering them is starting to fade. I hate the feeling, but I think it’s getting better. I guess it’s too soon to tell. Anyways, I better get on with the next part of the story. It’s really too bad that the 7 bases didn’t work after a while. Why? I’ll tell the story soon. I guess I should pick up on where I left off. Everything had been going well. The bases were set up all around the world, and I was quite busy making sure that everything was safe and all right on all the other bases. I visited each one each day, but never really had free time. After my base in Antarctica had been set up, I visited Andromeda Tonks and Teddy Lupin in England, taking them to my base, and making sure they were cared for. When on duty, Adromeda took care of Teddy, but I hope that I did my job as godfather well enough. It was hard being a godfather to an orphan and the leader of a widely spread and growing rebel group.
All of this was about to change. It all started on what seemed a perfectly normal day, two years after the Battle of Hogwarts. I was just about to leave my base to go check on the other bases, when it began.
“Harry!” Angelina said hurrying up to me as I walked to the edge of the barrier to apparate away. I turned to ask her what was wrong, but instantly I knew what was wrong.
“Dudley?” I asked recognizing the man on her shoulder. The man didn’t answer me, but I knew it had to be Dudley. He hadn’t changed a bit in the last two years. “Get him to the hospital, now!” I ordered. Angelina nodded, running off. I ran after her, staying near, looking at the beaten face of my cousin. What could have happened? What did happen to him? And how did he get here?
As we had special spells around the whole base, one couldn’t apparate within the area. And there was a sensory spell that told us when someone approached, so we could prepare against any intruder. This was how it was on each of the bases, thanks to the genius of Hermione’s work.
Angelina and I arrived at the hospital and almost instantly, Rolf Scamander, the head healer at the hospital, spotted us and took Dudley off Angelina’s hands. He summoned the few other healers we did have, and immediately began treating Dudley. I knew I couldn’t hang around the hospital as the other bases were waiting for my arrival, and if I didn’t arrive on time, they might become worried. Of course, communication between the two bases was almost instantaneous, as we had utilized the muggle technology of radio and cell phones. Cho worked her magic and made it so that our devices could only contact another one of the devices, but they could contact each other anywhere in the world. Heck, I bet they could contact the other anywhere in the universe.
“Watch over him,” I requested Angelina.
“Will do!” Angelina said happily. I nodded before I hurried out the door. I was really worried. And my worries were not unfounded.
As soon as I reached Ginny’s base, I knew something was wrong. There was an odd feeling in the air, and I could hear sounds off in the distance. Ginny’s base was in South America, in the Andes Mountains. Literally, it was inside of the Andes Mountains. There were a few entrances and exits, but they weren’t noticable, and quite hard to enter.
I pulled out my wand, and touched a side of the mountain in front of me and some of the rock slid to the side, revealing a tunnel. The sounds became louder, and I became aware that the sounds weren’t just any sounds. They were the sound of spells hitting sides of the rock and people. I picked up my pace, placing a hood over my head, just in case. If someone on Voldemort’s side saw me, then I would be targeted and killed first. It was just a precautionary measure. At this time, I didn’t want to die. I was needed.
As soon as I reached the cavern we had dug out for the base, which really was a huge space, probably about the size of a large city or town, I could see the flashes of the spells bouncing around everywhere. I pulled my wand, and the muggle cell phone device, sending messages to all of the other bases, saying that Base 6 was under attack.
I saw several people with the Death Eater masks, and without revealing myself, I joined the fight. Over the past two years I had gotten much better with dueling, so dispatching a couple of Death Eaters wasn’t too hard. What I had to do was focus on fighting, and not whether my love was alive still or not.
I ran through the streets of the base, firing spells as I ran. Ginny was most likely at the main office in the center of the base, and that was where I was heading. My breathe was becoming ragged, and with each passing minute, the image of Ginny dead on the ground grew stronger and stronger.
When I finally arrived at the base’s center, there is a loud boom that shatters the whole area into silence. I see the building in the center fall down, crumbling to the ground. I swear I can hear a scream. Ginny. I can’t continue. Right now, it hurts too much to remember this. Maybe I’ll pick this up later, I don’t know. I can’t write any more at this time. It's too bad it was shorter than the other two. It is just that what happens next is what really began shaping me into my depression, even if the depression and hurt came years later. I never realized until now what happened that day affected me so much.
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Post by Harrison "Harry" Prewett on Sept 15, 2012 13:24:59 GMT -5
Everything has been going just like it did before. My younger self is about to leave to destroy all of the horcruxes. I suppose that it’s time to relive the collapse of the seven bases. I began losing my mind. I run to the rubble of the center building of this base, and began searching for where Ginny was.
“H-Harry,” a voice comes. While it’s not Ginny, I turn around to see the sight of Fleur Weasley, hurt quite badly. At this point, she was pregnant, only a few months from giving birth. I run over to where she was and began casting all of the healing spells that I knew. Even after two years of living away from England, and three away from Hogwarts, I still had a limited knowledge on how to heal. In all reality, Fleur wasn’t in bad shape, and I was sure that if I kept healing her both her and her baby should survive. Hopefully.
“Thank you,” Fleur replies, her breathes a little labored. I figured that Fleur must have used some cushioning charms, and other spells to make the falling building not kill her. A couple of death eaters come into my view, and just as I am about to curse them, a spell comes from behind, hitting both of the death eaters squarely in the chest. I turn my head for a second, seeing Ginny standing there with her wand pointing where the two death eaters were. She looks like she is in bad shape, and she had a few cuts and bruises, but overall, she looked much better than I had imagined.
“Just take Fleur and get out of here,” Ginny ordered. I shook my head in defiance, earning the famous Weasley glare.
“I won’t leave you,” I reply as I start running out of spells to cast on Fleur. I’m quite sure she’ll be fine, but being in the middle of a battle with a baby wasn’t going to be good, so she needed to get out of there.
“Then come back afterwards. The barrier came down when Headquarters fell,” Ginny said firing a couple of spells at a few more death eaters coming our way.
“It’s Potter!” a death eater yells the instant before one of Ginny’s curses causes the man to crumple to the floor covered with huge, painful, boils. My eyes widen as I realize my hood fell down at some point in the past (even afterwards, I never found out when). I take Fleur’s hand and I apparate away to the outskirts of my base in Antarctica. I ran as fast as I could into the base, finding people frantically running around, trying to do something, I wasn’t sure about at the time.
I hurried to the hospital we had set up, leaving Fleur there, before running back into the main base. I needed to know what else could make all of these Resistance members so frenzied. Was something else going on besides the attack on Base 6?
“Harry!” George yelled running towards me, “Thank Merlin you’re here! We received your message about Base 6, and Neville’s team has already moved in to help. Victory seems inevitable. Base 2 is also under attack, but the attack has almost ended. They’re transporting their injured here. Base 5 hasn’t replied at all, and we sent a scout team, with Cho, Travis, and Phoenix, but none of them have come back. Base 3 and 7 are taking care of the injured and dead from Base 6, as well as helping finish off the attackers on Base 2 and 6.” I nearly almost sigh with relief, but what was worrying me is Kingsley’s base. Cho, Travis and Phoenix hadn’t reported back from Base 5, and that was very worrying.
“Ok…” I reply before I make a split second decision, “I’ll go to Base 5, and report what has happened. Just make sure that everything gets taken care of, good?”
“I will, Harry,” George replied with a smile on his face. I began to run off out of the barrier, as George calls after me. “If you die, I’ll have to kill you!” I smirked before looking back as I ran off.
“I promise, I won’t!” I call back, before reaching the end of the barrier and immediately apparating away to Australia. What surprised me was that I was planning to apparate into the middle of the base, which the barrier would prevent, and yet I managed to apparate there.
Before me was something so dreadful I can barely even talk about or even write right now. Every building. Every person. And Everything was broken. As I stepped forward, I heard a crunch underneath my foot. I looked down and I saw the skeleton of someone, burnt to a crisp. I jumped back and I can’t seem to take my eyes off of the corpse. Somehow, I managed to pull myself away from the dead, burnt body, and continue through the remains of the base.
As I reached the edge of the base I noticed something that made me want to just give up. I ran over to someone on the ground. They’re breathing was ragged, but they were alive.
“Cho!” I yell as I kneel down and begin my supply of healing spells.
“H-Harry,” Cho said opening her eyes, with a faint smile, “Thank you.”
“It’s going to be ok,” I insisted, but I knew deep down that there was nothing I could do for her.
“I’ll say hi to Cedric for you,” Cho said with a small tear escaping her eyes, “Please, do o-one thing for me.”
“Anything,” I reply finally giving up on preforming the spells. It was the best I could do at this point.
“L-live,” Cho answered closing her eyes, and her heavy breathing stopping. I looked at and hit the ground below me.
“No, Cho! You’ll be fine!” I yell before taking ahold of her still warm hand and apparating away to my base in Antarctica. For the second time I carry a woman on my back to the hospital, but this time the woman wasn’t alive. There was nothing Rolf could do for her.
It was the next day when the leaders of each of the bases, besides number 5 convened in a meeting.
“Base 1 was unharmed. I don’t believe they have found it yet,” I mumble as the meeting begins.
“Base 2 has had minor injuries, and two casualties,” Ron reported with a frown on his face.
“Base 3 was unharmed, but deserted for about an hour as we helped Base 2 and 6. A few things have gone missing,” Hermione stated looking straight at Ron, as if trying to cheer him up.
“Base 4 was unharmed, and completely untouched. I think it’s the same case as with Base 1,” Neville informed with a curt nod.
“Base 5,” I spoke up and all eyes were on me, “Was completely destroyed. 42 casualties, including three from Base 1 sent to see what was happening.” The room went silent. It meant that Kingsley had died and Cho. And everyone else from Base 5.
“Base 6,” Ginny said breaking the silence, “Was attacked. We had 10 casualties, and several injuries. Two are still being healed and may not survive.”
“Base 7 helped fight off the attacks on Base 2 and 6. Nothing seems to have happened in Base 7, otherwise,” Eliza said, finishing the reports. I can feel all eyes on me once more. I never believed I was cut out for being a leader in this case, and that was the first time I realized I wasn’t strong enough to lead all of them to their deaths.
“We need to regroup,” I say after a moment of silence, “Instead of spreading our forces around, we’ll be in two bases, and only one will remain stationary. The other will move around every month to avoid detection. I’ll stay in the base here in Antarctica, and Hermione will run the second base.”
I didn’t like the idea, but at the time it seemed the only plan one could come up with that would prevent what happened at Base2, 5, and 6 again, especially 5.
The two new groups placed Ginny in my base, along with Rolf, Luna, George, Fleur, Bill, Angelina, Eliza, and many others. I hadn’t realized it, but at this point we had even more people than we had started with even after the loss of Kingsley’s base. I suppose this is helping a bit. But just a bit. All of this early war stuff is extremely painful. I really hope that soon I will feel that I can stop, because I really don’t want to relive the deaths of anyone else. The next thing that happened that was big was Snape’s Memories. At least no one dies then. I don’t think anyone did, right? Well, I may or may not write more. I don’t know if this is going to help me in the end or just make me feel even worse.
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