Chapter VIII - a

We ran, and we ran, and we ran. Only stopping when there was nowhere else to run. I didn't notice when the ground stopped and Harry had to pull me back. We stood there panting for about five minutes.

"Thanks" I said when I got my breath back. 

"That's OK" he replied. I straightened up and looked out. We were on the edge of a cliff. The river we had been running along was now cascading down the mountainside. It continued in river form at the bottom. I needed to get down there, quick time. It would take forever to climb down. It would take too long. Long enough to put everyone else at least half a mile in front of me. There was another option. A dangerous option. Probably a stupid option too. My thought were interrupted by Harry.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"There's nothing wrong" I lied.

"Yes there is"

"No there isn't. And how would you know anyway?"

"Because you're pacing and you keep running your hands through your hair" he said.

"Fine! There is something wrong, OK?" he'd just got me more stressed.

"Alright. What's wrong?"

"I have to get down there as quickly as possible" I pointed to the distant ground "and I don't know what to do!"

"What're the options?"

"Jump or climb"


"Too slow"

"Too slow?"


"What are you on about?"

"I'm in a hurry!"

"Well you can't jump!"

"Why not?" I demanded, even though I could think of plenty of reasons.

"You'll die!" Harry exclaimed.

"I might not!"

"OK. Explain how you wont"

"It'll be deep! I can swim!"

"Yeah, but the water'll pound you to death! If that doesn't happen you'll be held under by the waterfall and drown! We might as well add sharp rocks at the bottom to! God Abbie! Haven't you seen any films!?"

"This sin't a film, Harry" I said through gritted teeth.

"It might as well be. Look what we've been through and survived" he said more calmly.

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