Ø It was now two o’clock in the morning.

Ø      Ron’s ragged breathing came from near the bed.

Ø      Harry gripped his wand convulsively – Do it now! said a voice in his head – but the  footsteps were thundering up the stairs and Harry still hadn’t done it.

Ø      Harry reached for his wand.

Ø      He had both hands held tight over the quivering lump.

Ø      Now was the moment to do it.

****Time Lapse****

Ø      “What’s going on?”

Ø      Harry froze.

Ø      “Hermione-”

Ø      “AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Ø      “Hermione-”

Ø      “-you and him!”

Ø      “Hermione, calm down-”

Ø      “AAAAAAARRRGH!”

Ø      Lupin came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised.

Ø      His eyes flicked over Ron, lying on the floor

Ø      at Harry’s feet, to Harry, standing there with his wand

Ø      ready.

Ø      “Uh oh,” Harry muttered.

Ø      Hermione’s breathing was shallow and uneven.

Ø      “How-could-they?” she choked. “How could they?”

The End