"No! I don't leave without Malfoy, Ron!" The shock of her words is clearly written on his face as he stumbles back. We stand, our hands intertwined. Harry calls out for them. Dobby, our old House Elf appears. We all grab ahold of each other as my aunt is screaming that I am a blood traitor and shall die. The last thing I see is her striking my father out of anger as we disapparate.