That damn locket.
The anger had subsided, though not entirely. It was evident that the locket had made everything much more dramatic and the moment it was removed and he himself had been removed from the poisonous surroundings, it didn’t take him long to realize what he had done. Going back was useless; there was no way to tell where he had left his two best friends. Highly unlikely that they would stay in a spot for too long, especially now that he wasn’t there anymore. They wouldn’t have to be careful with disapparating, though surprisingly he’d made it here quite alright. He’d have to thank Hermione for her quick thinking later on. If there would be a later on.
"T-their blood is-s'on m'hands.."
“Either them or us."
His words were cold; but what he said was true. In this day, being an associate of Ron’s meant allowing yourself to become a target alongside him. The war in the wizarding world did not only effect wizards as it did effect the muggles. Yes, there wasn’t one person who was not in danger with Voldemort in power.
”Kill or be killed.“
"We only have each other." -waves at enthusiastically-
When the female spoke, he slowly turned his body to face her, his wand staying pointed at the death eater on the ground — merely out of fear that he would wake once more, despite having been knocked out by the Weasley’s own spell. He swallowed, closed his eyes for a mere moment and then took a step back, nodding his head.
“Yeah.. you’re right.”
“It’s– .. I should wipe his memories..
so he doesn’t follow us, or somethin’.."
The shock was starting to wear off; it was something that one could not get used to, no matter how many times it happened. This was the third death eater they’d run into that week and he was really getting tired of the whole being on the run thing. If he hadn’t had Rose with him, there was a chance that he would’ve lost his mind with all of the pressure going on.
The world wasn’t right. These days, it was completely mental.
