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Chapter 66 ~ Enough is Enough

TBH this chapter is just one big emotional rollercoaster and I loVE IT.

Enjoy this long a** chapter!

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The train ride home was definitely not as enjoyable as the one to London.

I was too afraid to meet anyone's eye, and I was sure Harry felt the same way. He sat a little ways off from everyone else, staring at the floor intently and looking shaken. Mrs Weasley asked him if he was alright several times, and he simply nodded his head violently and pretended to read an advertisement on the ceiling of the train.

I felt vulnerable; if Voldemort was truly possessing me, I could go through what Harry did in a blink of an eye. I could see one of my friends attacked, I could be the one attacking them, and they may not be as lucky as Mr Weasley. What if it was Amanda, Astoria, Marcus or Theo? What if it was Draco? That thought alone made me sick to my stomach.

But Voldemort had no connection to me. He tried to kill Harry first, and the curse rebounded and weakened him. I would have been the spare. For all I knew, he may have just left me there in the cot next to my dead brother and mother. What would he want with me?

"Evangeline, dear, you look peaky. Are you alright?" Mrs Weasley asked, pressing the back of her hand to my sweaty forehead and cheek. They were all looking at me, now.

"I'm fine. I don't think I ate enough," I lied smoothly. Tonks looked at me incredulously.

"You ate the sandwich off of Padfoot's plate," she said. I shrugged and looked away. Mrs Weasley pulled me into a one-armed hug and kissed the top of my head, rubbing my arm as if she was trying to create a fire by the use of friction.

"Poor darling, you're usually out the roof with happiness. You've barely said a word these past two days...is it something that happened at school? Is it your boyfriend?" she questioned. I thought of the whole dispute between myself and the Gryffindors, but I shook my head again.

"No, it's nothing like that. I'll be fine, Mrs Weasley." I repeated. She did not lessen her grip on me, so I simply rested my head in her shoulder and relaxed as much as I could on the jolting train.

When we got back to Grimmauld Place, Mrs Weasley sent both Harry and I up to our rooms to rest until dinner. It seemed that she knew that we hadn't slept that much this morning. Harry and I trailed upstairs, but instead of me going up the second flight to my room, I followed Harry into his.

"You're supposed to go to bed," he muttered. I closed the door behind me and sat on his bed.

"You and I both know we're not going to bed. Harry, I'm scared." I admitted. He sighed and sat across from me on Ron's bed. I could tell from the look on his face that he did not want to talk about what we heard Moody say, but we had to. This concerned the both of us, whether he liked it or not.

"Evangeline, there's no connection between you and Voldemort. This scar -" Harry pointed at his scar. "-Is what connects us. If he had tried to kill you first, it would have been the other way around. It's impossible for him to be possessing you."

Harry made sense, and it began to lift some of the weight from my squirming stomach, but that still didn't lessen my worry about him. "But what about you?"