"It's that bloody horcroux, I know it. It's messing with all of us Harry." Rambled Hermione. She had sat on the stairs ever since Ron had left, blankly staring at the canvas wall.
"I think we should move, we need to visit Godricks Hollow. Its been a week." said Harry as he sat beside Hermione, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"But what if he comes back?" she mumbled. Harry knew how hard this was for Hermione, with Ron leaving like that so suddenly. He could see it on her face, thick lines of worry had etched themselves on her forehead and the circles under her eyes had grown darker.
"'Mione," He whispered in her ear. "He'll come back, eventually. But we need to move. We can't stay in one place for too long, you said so yourself. I've been patient enough but a week in one place is just too long. Now you need sleep, come on." Harry stood, outstretched her one of his hands and guided her to one of bunk beds. "I'll take first watch. You sleep."
She nodded before motioning to the radio Ron had left. "Pass me that will you?" He handed her the radio and left the tent.
Harry took his normal place of watch, sitting at the bottom of oak tree. Only a few minutes had past before he heard Hermione scream.
"Harry! Oh god, Harry!" she yelled as she tumbled out of the tent. He rushed towards her, his veins frozen with fear. He grabbed her and pulled her inside. She was sobbing, the radio clutched tightly in her nimble hands. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes, overwhelming sadness.
"What happened? tell me what happened!" he almost screamed. He had never seen her like this, ever. She pushed the radio towards him and his gut sank. He could see it written on her face. The words from the radio only confirmed it. Harry pulled her into his lap and just held her, listening as the radio repeated the words that tore him limb from limb.
"Last night," buzzed the radio, "A young wizard, accomplice of Harry Potter, was brutally murdered by a small group of Death Eaters. May we take a moment to pray for Ronald Wesley."
For a while they just sat there, Hermione in his lap with her arms wrapped around his torso and her face buried in the crook of his neck, crying. Harry held her tight, rocking back and forth slowly, tears of his own running down his cheeks.
"You're going to be ok 'Mione." Whispered Harry. "We both will be ok."
I know this is really short but hopefully I will have the next chapter up tommorow, please review it would be very helpful
-Krisil