harry potter is responsible for everything (undesirab1e) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-08-02 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: hermione granger, harry potter, ron weasley |
Who: Harry and Ron, Hermione welcome to jump in whenever!
What: trying to stop people from dying.
Where: flat in Colchester
When: Monday, after Barty's journal entry of evil
Warnings: Cursing?
Status: Incomplete
Every single instinct of Harry's, in regard to this situation, was apparently wrong. When he was at the mercy of his conscience, he had to force himself to give in to Ron and Hermione's better, more clear-headed judgment. The problem was, he didn't think Crouch was bluffing; he was a lying bastard, but Harry had no doubt that he would take any of the lives on his list without a second's remorse. And there was no doubt that he wanted Harry dead, though he probably wouldn't do it himself; the last Harry knew, the edict that Voldemort wanted to kill Harry himself was still in place.
Not that he took any comfort in that. What it really meant was that tons of people could die in his name, even people he didn't know were risking their lives because of him. Because he'd burned his note to the people on Crouch's list rather quickly, he doubted that any of them even knew it. That was the worst of it.
The night before, he'd torn the list of names from his journal and stuffed it in his pocket. Even if Ron and Hermione insisted on getting rid of the journals - which, frankly, he didn't think he would argue with, at this point - he was going to keep that. In case he needed another reminder why Crouch was not to be forgotten, ever, much less removed from the list of people who deserved Azkaban or worse for the things they had done.
But then, when he'd tentatively opened his journal this afternoon, he'd found the even worse note from Crouch, with the picture of poor Miriam Strout's dead body. At least, he assumed that was Strout; she was dead and tortured without a doubt, and her face was vaguely familiar, though he couldn't place the face to the name, and neither of them connected to a particular memory. It didn't matter who she was, though; she had been turned into a victim, and Harry was sure that she had not deserved it. He would remember her, never forget her, even if she had no one in her life to do so - fuck, she probably had a family, and he couldn't explain to them why Miriam had died, how it was his fault.
He couldn't take much more of this. If he could help it, not one more person would die for his hesitation, but he needed to figure out a way to act that wouldn't get more (or different) people in trouble. He needed a plan.
Getting restlessly to his feet, he went in search of Ron. Of the two of them, he had a feeling that Ron would understand his need to sacrifice some of his caution, especially considering his brother was on the list. "Ron?" he said aloud, holding his open journal in his hand, open to the gruesome page that now memorialized Miriam Strout.