"What was that?" Ginny questioned, grabbing onto Harry for comfort.

The used to be feisty red head was now reduced to cowering behind the Boy Who Lived. She was afraid, terrified, because of this mess I had created.

I held a finger up to my mouth and started towards the sound, peeling my shoulder out of the stunned witch's grasp.

"No!" Ginny exclaimed, but I ignored her again.

After walking a little ways away from the safety of our camp, I found a girl writhing on the forest floor glowing that same sickening zombie green that had doomed my brother.

This girl was familiar, but I refused to dwell on that sense of recognition.

"Help... me."

She had a bite mark on her shoulder that was bleeding profoundly. She realized this as I winced at the sight.

"Kill me."

Those were the same words that he had said before he...

My hands became a clammy mess.

My heart began to race.

My head began to pound.

"I can't."