Chapter Four: The Vision

They found themselves in a forest that was miles and miles away from any civilization. Harry and Hermione had landed perfectly but, Ron who hadn't. The moment they had appeared, Ron had fallen to the ground. He had suffered from splinching, Hermione was the first to notice it. She immediately fell to the ground beside him and started to try keeping him calm. Ron was shaking and groaning in pain, his breathing was heavy.

"Harry,in the bag get me the Essence of Dittany!" She quickly called, He hurried to the bag as he'd noticed what happened. He rummaged through the bag looking for the bottle, there were so many things in the way but He finally got it, a small purple bottle.

Hermione quickly took the bottle from Harry and slowly began pouring small amounts of the brown liquid on to Ron's wounded arm. After a few moments, his breathing calmed and he laid still only his chest easily going up and down.

"Harry, you put the tent up. I'm going to put up some protective measures to insure our safety here." Hermione stated as she stood up. "Ron you lay right there until the tent's up. You can go and lay down after."

They both nodded and did as she said. Hermione walked around a large perimeter putting up needed wards to hide them away from the rest of the world for the time they'd be there. Harry yet again found himself rummaging through the bag, He struggled to find and then put up the tent. The tent was almost an identical copy of the one they had at the Qudditch world cup but, there were differences in the rooms and spaces within it's interior. There was a kitchen, two bedrooms, a bathroom, dining room and another small space that would be considered the living room.

After Hermione was finished with the wards, they gathered in the living room to plan out where they'd start. Harry sat next to Ron on a couch, the redhead was now feeling better.

"Okay, what leads do we have on any of the Horcruxes?" Hermione questioned Harry, while she held out a small book where she was taking notes.

"We just have this R.A.B. person and the locket." He replied with a sigh now, the lack of information Dumbledore had shared settling in.

What had the man even planned? Had he left information at Hogwarts or some other place? They had destroyed the ring and recovered the locket, the fake one that is before his death occurred. What would they do? Was this a mission that they would fail?

"Hermione, did Dumbledore leave anything in that book he gave you?" Harry started, maybe there had been information left within it. She quickly retrieved the book and opened it, hurrying over to them both with it.

"I've looked through it a couple of times but, it's mostly just tales for children. But, this symbol was drawn in. That's all that's out of the ordinary, I wasn't able to find anything on it either." She informed them pointing at a odd triangular eye that had been obviously sketched in over one of the title of a story.

"I haven't ever seen it before, It may be the reason that the book was given to you. There might be a relation between one of the stories and the symbol or something." Harry added his thoughts.

Ron slid over and peered at the book. He was obviously in deep thought about it. His face was full of aggravation most likely in the failure to recall anything about it.

"I've seen it somewhere, I can't remember where though." He finally stated.

"Well, where do you think we should look? Do you think Dumbledore may have left something at Headquarters?" Hermione inquired, now closing the book and returning it to the bag.

" Possibly but, I wouldn't know where to look if he had. I wasn't exactly able to be there for long." Harry answered, he was obivously becoming irriated at the lack of knowledge that had been shared with him by the older man. Did he just anticipate doing it all himself? Did the headmaster have a back up plan that would be used for if he was killed?

"I think it's best to at least look there, We can go tomorrow when we have more daylight." Hermione suggested, the two males nodded in agreement.

"Do you think everyone is okay?" Ron finally asked, looking out at the entrance. He was obviously dreading to discover bad news.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other then at him. They had been wondering the same thing. What had happened after they apparated? What even occured at the ministry? There were so many questions that needed to be answered and they didn't know where to look.

"They were all very capable of defending themselves and escaping if needed. Don't worry, Ron. I'm sure everyone is fine." Hermione assured him even though she wasn't that optimistic herself.

As night grew closer and closer, they got ready for bed and went to the bedroom that they were staying in. Harry and Ron were sharing one room while, Hermione would be staying in the other. They each had a rough day, the three fell asleep almost instantly.

In his sleep Harry began to squirm, he watched a scene that unfolded before him.

In a very dimly lit room a man cowered in a corner, in front of him stood a very pale snake-like man along with two masked men. Voldemort held out his wand and ran his fingers upon it staring down at the old man who cowered before him, the man had obviously been tortured. He wasn't looking that great, blood was running down from his lip and there were bruises all over his older body. His hair was long and unclean, a beard to match hung from his face.

"You lied, Ollivander. You stated that the use of another wand would finally allow me to defeat the boy." The cold voice stated as the being stepped closer to the man and grabbed hold of his chin to force eye contact. "Why did the boy's simple disarming charm destroy the wand? I SHOULD OF KILLED THE BOY! TELL ME YOU PATHETIC DISGRACE!"

Ollivander shook as the dark lord's voice grew in volume. His eyes firmly focused on the being before him. The man had never been so frightened before.

"You used the wand of an other's? " He asked, his body shaking with fear.

"Yes, the wand of Lucius Malfoy." The dark lord replied, staring grimly toward the old man. The anger within him boiling.

"Wands..They choose their master. The wand you used was not your own, so any spell that you would have used would be an immensely weaker version."

"I need a wand that is rightfully my own? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL THIS BEFORE?! The being shrieked, this followed by him casting the cruciatus curse upon the poor man. The man's body was gripped with the greatest pain one could ever be victim to, it felt like every bone in him was being broken constantly without a break. Eventually, Voldemort released the man from the curse and forced eye contact again.

"Tell me where I can get a wand. One that will insure Potter's demise." The fiend requested with an evil chuckle following it.

"There is the eld-elder wand. One of the three. It is the most powerful wand. If you would kill it's owner the wand would become yours. You would be the most powerful being of all. The last place, I've heard of it being was in the possession of Mykew Gregorovitch." the old man spat out in one breath. "Please..Please don't kill me.."

"Now was that so hard? and Kill you? You may have use in the future. I shall leave you here. Dolohov, Rowle you may do as you please with them man just, don't kill him and leave him able to speak." Was the last thing that was said as he exited the room.

The scene quickly faded away as Harry realized his body was being shook. He quickly awoke to find Ron standing next to his bed. Harry was out of breath and he was covered with sweat. All he could do was stare at wand. The Elder Wand?