She isn't afraid of him, not really. It's now who he is or what he is - she's afraid for him, afraid for what all these changes mean for the both of them. What happens if they succeed and they get to go home? What happens when all of this is over, if it'll ever be over? What will they do if they don't get to go home and they're stuck together in this endless cycle for the rest of their lives, however long they are?

"I am fighting, Harry. I've been fighting every single day since the moment I got here, and you can't tell me that I have to when I already have been. I've almost died more times in the last year than I have the entire time you and I were together at home. It's terrifying, but I'm fighting as hard as I can. And I'm scared, because what if it's not enough? It was always enough before and now..."

Her face drops as she turns away, tears gathering in her eyes and, quickly, moving to roll down her cheeks. She's quick to lift her hands, to brush them away, and she breathes out, trying to compose herself. She hasn't cried about the war, not really, more her friends, but it's suddenly all so overwhelming.

"I don't know what to do."