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III

The smell of bird dung was incredibly powerful under Ron's feet and even worst the strong wind just brought more unpleasant smell of rotting animals left to decompose on the ground. He immersed himself deeper in his coat as the wind push against him, collar above his nose to block the foul stench but his sight still confounded by darkness.

He had just received a letter from Hermione a few hours ago stating that they were almost caught by Voldemort and locating where they were. She cautioned him that if ever he decides to look for them now, he must not use anything that would attract attention as Voldemort's followers may be roaming around, searching for Harry. And so with caution, Ron walked through the dry, well canopied forest, guided only by tiny sparks of moonlight yet he held his wand with pressure, ready for any attack.

It's been almost two weeks since Ron left Harry and Hermione to visit his family, specially his sister Ginny that never came back to Hogwarts from her Easter Holiday. Ginny's alright and is in hiding but Ronald's family has been put under a watchful eye due to this foolish act, yet it's been the wisest thing she has ever done since the start of that year. As Ron pulled away from his thoughts and gathered all his senses to expose against the gushing chill of air, a flight of lavender scent softly tapped his nostrils. His brow clashed suspiciously, eyes moving from corner to corner and his teeth grinding as if to speak. Slowly, Ron paced himself quietly behind a tree, his back pushing against its wide trunks but as soon as his mop of red mane came in complete contact with the rough surface of the tree trunk, a crackling noise of twigs breaking sounded from behind him. His cheeks flushed in fear and his eyes widened with alertness. Ron's wand almost broke within his tight grip as he manoeuvred himself sideways to confront whoever was behind the other side of the tree. With such slow pace, he pulled himself around the trunk, his wand before his eyes, waiting…

"Stupefy!" Ron let out as he finally revealed himself from behind the tree. Pointing his trembling wand at the body on the ground he yelled, "Who are you!" but the figure before him didn't utter a word, "Don't tell me I just hit a muggle?"

Ron chanted for light to assure himself whether it was a muggle or not and to his surprise he found himself eye to eye with a familiar face, "Hermione!" he brought her in a tight embrace but the body in his arms gave no sign of excitement.

"It's me Ron."

"Ronald Weasley!" she beamed at him as if it was the first time they ever met.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't know it was you hiding there." Ron uttered as he pulled away from her.

"I wasn't hiding and you caught me off guard." she whispered more to herself yet it was loud enough for Ron to here, "I'm fortunate that it was only you. Imagine if it were one of the Dark Eaters? In addition to my stupidity, I have no possession of my wand." she paused looking up at Ron, "Will you please help me up?"

"Why don't you have your wand? You're not usually that type of person." Ron questioned as he took her hand and pulled her up.

"Aren't I?" she looked at the red head, brows clashing but was followed by a wide smile, "I left it in the tent. I should really be getting back, they were expecting me ages ago."

"They? I thought you said there was only you and Harry."

"Yeah… I meant Harry by 'they'."

"Are you alright Hermione?" Ron asked quite suspicious, "You seem out of it."

"Never felt better." she smiled courteously at him, "Shall we?"

The pair walked silently together but with every step they took, Ron felt more and more submerged in suspicion, "So how's Harry?"

"He's doing fine now, he woke up a few hours ago but I'm still worried about his scar. It's really hurting him"

"How close did you get to You-Know-Who?" Ron questioned further as if testing if she was the real Hermione and not one of Voldemort's followers.

"We were in the same room as him." she took a deep breath while bringing her hands to her arms, "The moment he appeared in Bathilda's room, I felt my heart contracted, I didn't know why, but I was certain it was not panic or fear, or horror- it was something of a matter I couldn't put my finger on. His snake like face was lit with a grin of joy when he saw Harry suffering in pain but the moment he saw me… it was unusual, his face stricken, his eyes wide open as if he'd just seen a dead person in flesh."

"Who, you?"

"Yeah… He must've known someone from a long time ago who looks like me. But I'm just wondering why he acted with such surprise; and affliction? I have no idea what exactly that expression was." she smiled in confusion.

"But he's been chasing Harry for years now and we're always beside him. Isn't it sort of stupid that he reacts like that now?"

"You never know, maybe he's heard of us but never actually saw us in flesh or photographs." she paused beaming at the small maroon coloured tent before them, "Oh look, we're here. Why don't you go inside and say hello to Harry while I go and look for Rose."

"Who's Rose? And I thought there was only Harry waiting for you?"

"Harry will explain it as soon as you get inside." Before Ron could ask another question she disappeared back in the forest.

Harry sat by the tent opening waiting for both Hermione and Rose. He found himself sighing deeply in boredom till the tent entrance revealed Ron who immediately beamed at him.

"Harry!"

"I thought you were with Ginny-how is she?" Harry asked with much distress as he stood up to lead Ron to the kitchen.

"I was but Hermione sent me a letter, I was worried so I decided to come back." Ron paused as he took a seat, "Ginny's alright. She's staying at my brother Charlie's old apartment in Wales, she should be alright there."

"Have you seen Hermione on your way here, she's been gone for ages." Harry asked while handing Ron a cup of warm tea.

"Yeah, she led me here but went back out there to look for- Rose, was it?" Ron replied before taking a sip.

Harry sat opposite to Ron and started introducing him to their new company, "Has she told you about her?" Ron replied shaking his head, "Well apparently Rose saw us apparating, she's a witch, she's got a wand and she can't do magic but Hermione's been teaching her how to apparate and use defensive spells. She's doing very well." Harry smiled before continuing, "She was sitting next to my bed when I woke up, I thought she was Hermione, because she looked like her- that was before I put my glasses on." both boys laughed before a beaming voice interrupted their conversation.

"Ron!" Hermione smiled as she wrapped her arms around Ron.

"Are you alright Hermione?" Ron asked worridly.

"What do you mean, am I alright?" she asked still smiling but with a hint of somewhat anger.

"I met with you minutes ago. Remember you even led me here?"

"I haven't seen you for almost two weeks. Do you think I'm mad?" she raised a brow looking down at Ron who was sitting uncomfortably now.

"But-I was with you a few minutes ago, I swear I'm not lying! I even attacked you because I thought you were someone else, remember?" Ron pulled himself off the chair to over tower Hermione, "You even said you left your wand here."

Hermione looked the Ron in confusion, her brows clashing and her hand reaching for her wand in her right pocket, "My wand is right here. And attack me? Please Ronald you couldn't even get my wand off me."

"I'm not lying! I'm being serious here!"

Harry who was in the middle of the two just looked back and forth trying to weight their argument, "I don't think he's lying Hermione, he told me that he was with you moments ago."

"See I told you!"

"What are you driving at Ron? I have not seen you in almost 2 weeks."

"Maybe you're just imagining." a voice from behind Hermione broke their ongoing argument, "This forest has been know to play with your mind."

"But I'm not a lunatic!"

"You know what; I'm not even going to take this further. I'm just glad that you're here."

Hermione stalked away, leaving Ron standing flushed in lack of breath and Harry in awe. Quietly she kneeled beside her bed reaching for a book of defensive spells and angrily scanning it unconsciously to get her mind off Ron's foolish argument.

Ron turned to Harry and whispered, "I swear Harry, she was with me before I walked in here."

"I can still hear you Ronald!"

Ron almost jumped in surprise but turned to Harry again, "How can that woman hear us?"

"Shut up Ronald!"

An hour had passed since Hermione and Ron's argument arose yet a thick air still looms around them, but Ron tried and brush this feeling away by directing his attention somewhere else, "So Rose, where exactly are you from?"

"I lived in Oxfordshire but only recently, I've been travelling around, searching for someone." Rose replied as she leaped off her feat and sat next to Hermione who was carefully analysing the book Dumbledore gave her.

"Who were you looking for?" Harry asked who sat across from the taller of the two girls.

"I don't exactly know his name but every month he sends me letters along with a flask of sweet drink." she smiled at Harry, "I met him once, a very long time ago but I couldn't really see his face because he wore a hood over his head. He seemed much nicer in his letters and when I met him I was surprised- he sounded intentionally cruel and arrogant. I remember his talks, he drag his 's' like a snake."

"Sounds a bit like Snape." Ron said suspiciously as he turned to Harry who nodded in approval.

"What did the letter say?" Harry asked.

"Oh nothing… nothing to worry about." she smiled directly at Harry but her eyes wondered furiously away after she replied with an uncertain answer.

"Do you remember how you lost your memory?" asked Ron with curiosity.

Hermione looked at him unbelievably, "Ron, she wouldn't have amnesia if she knows!" she shook her head at his stupidity.

Hermione turned her attention back to the book but lost interest when she found nothing useful, "Why would Dumbledore give this to me, it does absolutely nothing to help us." she threw the children's book beside her and rubbed her temple in distress.

"What about the Tale of Three Brothers?" asked Ron, "It mentioned Harry's cloak."

"It's not real!" argued Hermione, "For goodness sake, it's a children's book."

"Who knows, the Elders wand and the Resurrection Stone could be real, just like my cloak." Harry reasoned getting up the floor beside Hermione's bed and into the kitchen.

While the three argued whether The Tale of Three Brothers may be real, Rose seized the book beside her and started flipping through its pages and at the very back on the cover she saw the initials A.G, 1946, written in red ink. She traced her fingers on the letters as if she was somehow connected to it. Her reverie turned into pouncing force hammering her temple, Rose immediately closed the book in the hope that the pain in her head would go away. But another surprise awaited her as she looked at the leather bounded book. In between the spine of the book and the stitched pages, Rose saw a well hidden brown folded parchment. Completely unnoticed by the Harry, Ron and Hermione, who was still arguing in the kitchen, Rose cautiously pulled the piece of paper out of the book.

Carefully unfolding it, Rose eyed the paper in amazement as she saw the handwriting she knew so well.

Professor Dumbledore,

I am sorry to have given you the responsibility of keeping the secret of my existence but in return I will gladly assist you with preventing Tom from what he will become. Very soon he will realise the importance of 'the' book, and that is why I destroyed it. But in honour of Professor Nicholas Flamel, I deciphered its every content and hid it in this very book. Hermione would be its most reliable guardian, once its within her grasp, not a page will be visible to Tom.

A.G

Seeing Rose sitting on Hermione's bed like a frozen duck with the book The Tales of Beetle the Bard on her lap and a parchment in her hands, Harry fell curious. Just a moment ago they left her empty handed but now that he was back, she sat there, her mouth slightly open from shock and her brows clashing with questions, "Where did you get that?" he asked looking at what looked like a letter.

"From the spine of the book." Rose answered immediately without taking a glace of Harry, "It mentioned Hermione, and a guy named Tom." She paused now looking intently at Harry, "Why does his name sound so familiar?"

"Can I see?" Harry extended his arm to reach for the letter. He stood reading almost out of breath as if fearing to miss a word, "Hermione, Ron come and look at this."

With such haste the pair rushed to Harry, Ron seizing the letter and reading it aloud while the three listened. As soon as Ron was done reading, Hermione asked in anxiety, "Is it dated?"

"No date- not in any part of the letter." Rose replied staring blankly at nothing.

"But the book does." With such haste, Hermione grabbed the book from Rose's lap and scanned the back cover, "1946."

"That's impossible! No one could've known you in 1946." Ron sounded in awe.

Harry glanced at the initials on the book and the initials on the letter and said in surprise, "I might be possible, it's the same initials. Someone knew a long time ago that Riddle would be what he is now." Harry beamed in instant, "We have to find her! She could help us."

"How did you know it was a girl?" Ron asked in a questioning look.

"Can't you tell by the handwriting Ron?" Hermione answered quite excited, finally they were getting somewhere.

Suddenly and image of a graveyard appeared before Rose's eyes. The plain gravestone of Astrid Goswick lay dull and undecorated compared to the rest of its residents. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, "She's dead…"

"What?!" Harry, Rona and Hermione sounded in unison.

"Astrid Goswick… that's the person you are looking for. I visited her grave a few years ago. She's dead."

"Who killed her?" asked Hermione almost in tears of hoping too suddenly only to be dragged back down immediately.

"Voldemort." Rose uttered slowly but not slow enough for Ron to stop her.

"The name's Taboo!" Ron yelled fussing at every direction, "Hurry we've got to put the protection back up! That's how they find us! C'mon Harry, Hermione, Ro-" Ron looked at Hermione and looked back again at the spot where Rose was sitting down, "Rose's gone!!"

Soon there were exciting voices coming from outside the tent rushing wildly towards them, "Come out, come out wherever you are!

"She's one of them!" Hermione bellowed, "She planned this whole thing!!"