It was a while before I realised where I was, trees surrounded me and someone seemed to be calling my name. now I thought about it I couldn't remember my name, yet still as I tuned my head to the direction of the person speaking I knew that it was defiantly me they were calling for. Slowly I began to sit up; first using my arms to help support my torso, then I began to attempt to stand up. I felt unstable, like I was a toddler who was still learning to walk, I began by taking several short steps and then noting that I was now stable walked over to where the person was now sitting. Memories were flooding back to me now, the memories of what just happened and how we came to be here.
"Hermione, we did it… we destroyed the horcrux!" I told her yet Hermione was crying, "What's wrong" I asked her.
I franticly started trying to remember what could have made her so upset, yet I couldn't think of anything.
"I know but it just seems we are fighting an endless struggle against Volde-"
"Don't say his name it's jinxed, if you say it snatchers can track you down. It is how they have been finding some of the members from the Order." Ron warned Hermione as he walked out of the tent holding his wand in the air ready to attack.
"Don't be silly Ron, but if it worries you that much I won't say it." And with that she retired to the tent. For a while everyone was silent with the exception of Ron who was muttering incantations under his breath.
"What you doing" I asked curiously
"Doubling the protective enchantments Hermione cast around the area."
When Ron had returned he told me about the snatchers, people who were looking for muggle borns and blood traitors who were on the run. Some were stupid but others were death eaters, all out to get gold or to find myself and any other Harry Potter supporters.
After the disaster of Godric's Hollow I had no wand, I felt defenceless, weak and vulnerable the Hawthorn wand Ron gave me didn't work for me like the phoenix wand did. I now couldn't count upon the power of the twin cores to protect me from Voldemort, soon he would realise and soon he would begin to hunt me down again.
No matter how hard I tried his thoughts still managed to find their way into my head, sometimes it helped but always there would be two sides to the matter when I would attempt to tell the others. Ron would be curious and would always be open to talk about the visions I saw yet Hermione would keep telling me that I should try to close my mind, Dumbledore didn't want you to use it… she didn't understand how hard it was for me to close my mind to his thoughts, to stay in my own mind.
"Three down mate, only four more to go"