The night was smooth and undisturbed, but at the same time, the cold numbed Hermiones pink ears. Hermione sat by a tall pine which stood right next to the glowing tent. It was Hermiones turn to keep watch tonight.

Two muggles found dead in their homes - Cassilyra Schwep caught by death eaters - Unicorn slaughtering officially made legal by the ministry of magic - Twenty azkaban releases.

The wireless radio could be heard from inside the tent, stirring the peaceful forest feebly. Where would the next horcrux be? Where to look next? One thousand thoughts raced rapidly through Hermiones mind. Where would they go next? How long would it be before the death eaters found out that Ron was infact with the notourious Undersierable No. 1, Harry Potter?

Hermione pulled her thick blanket up to her neck and gripped it tightly. The trees stood there, with only the branches waving calmy.

Muggle hunting made legal by the cheif death eater himself. Well River, thats all for tonight. We hope the list is short tomorrow..

Hermione awoke the next morning to the usual song of the birds. Faint voices could be made from the tent and a soft sizzling.

With a tierd stretch, Hermione tucked her bushy hair aside and walked into the tent, yawning.

"Hurry up would you Harry.. I'm starving!", moaned Ron.

The smell of cooked Salmon filled the tent. Harry was stood in the kitchen, arranging Breakfast.

"There, done!", replied Harry irritably, handing a small (but satisfying) helping of Salmon to Ron and Hermione.

"Thanks, Harry", yawned Hermione, eating her Salmon.

It was probably the best she had felt in days. The salmon, which tasted very fishy and rich, was extremely filling, giving they previously lived on wild mushrooms, eggs and the occasional Rabbit.

Ron was sat upright on his bunk, gourging himself as though he had never eaten before.

"S'ok. Caught it early this morning..", muttered Harry, with his mouth full.

"Any new theories on where the next Horcrux is?", asked Hermione.

"I have one, but it seems impossible", replied Harry.

'Dumbledore said Vol-'.

"HARRY, NO! THE NAMES TABOOED, REMEMBER?", roared Ron.

"Oh, yeah", retorted Harry.

'Anyway, Dumbledore said You-Know-Who refugeed in the forests of Albania -'.

"- and thats where he murdered Bertha Jorkins!", interupted Ron, putting down his Salmon.

"Yes, I suppose it sort of fits, but how on earth are we supposed to get to Albania given the fact that you have one thousand Galleons on your head, Rons supposed to be in bed with spattergroit and I'm supposed to be in hiding?", said Hermione inquizitivly.

"But theres just one knack. Vol- You-Know-Who, didn't really like Albania did he?", replied Harry.

'Dumbeldore reckoned that he only hid his horcruxes in places he liked, or felt at home'.

None of this made any sence. Where would they go next?

Hermione slammed 'Advanced Rune Translation' onto the table in frustration. This made no sence.

"But he didn't exactly enjoy the Orphanage did he? He was forced to visit the beach every year!", interjected Hermione.

With a look of pure frustration, Harry sat down and let out a long, low sigh.

"What about the other four? Think, Hermione! Think!", said Harry.

'Theres Borgin and Burkes - he worked there for a while'.

'The Orphanage itself..'.

"What about Hogwarts? Wouldn't he have hidden one there - I mean thats the first place he felt at home..?", asked Hermione.

"I think Dumbeldore would have found it..", replied Harry.

This made no sense what-so-ever. Where was the next horcrux?