Bella looked up at Edward, glaring at him. She knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted her to stay with Emmett and watch over him, plus not fight Voldemort or whatever these people called this evil person. "No way." She said, shaking her head. "I'm going with you. You aren't going to leave me here." She said furiously.
Harry nodded, appreciating their bond of friendship more than ever now. It was getting darker and he was too afraid to light up his wand with the simple incantation, lumos, because he didnt' want to give their position away.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered, pulling on his robe sleeve. "We need to plan this out!" She said urgently. "You can't just go in there and expect to duel Voldemort." Her brown eyes were filled with worry for him and Ron. "There's bound to be Deatheaters still remaining. And if we do this, you'll be dead before Voldemort can even lift his wand!" She said, knowing that Voldemort wanted to kill Harry himself but still, it would stop Harry in his tracks for a moment. "Ron and I," Hermione said, looking over at the redhead. "Will sneak in from the sides and distract the Deatheaters." She said, hoping that Ron would agree with this plan. "Than you run in and deal with Voldemort." |