Strong Deviation from HP Canon ahead in this chapter. (For now)
Hermione was sitting with crossed legs on the cold hard floor and sorted through her collected tech parts and laid them on a towel: Magnetic stabilizer rings, green energy modulation circuits, cycling field energizers, power vortex rings, power cells and several tubes and wires. It didn't make any sense to her but there had to be something connecting these things. It almost seemed as if she had too much stuff for a lightsabre. She could hear the happy gentle singing again. A song that was only meant for her and her alone. That's why she had apparated four times after Gothric's hollow until the last stop had been here. She knew why she had apparated here although it could have been dangerous. It was dangerous due to the closeness to Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, but with the proper enchantments they were quite safe.
Harry would probably throw a fit, when he realized where they were, but she needed to be here. It was no use. She was overthinking the problem about her not yet existing lightsabre again. She knew the theoretical diagram, her parents had shown her by heart, yet each lightsabre was a bit unique. It would have been extraordinarily useful against the snake and she decided it could not wait any longer. She needed a fully functioning lightsabre. Yes, she knew that it would raise questions and she wasn't ready to share her family's history with Harry or someone else, but they needed to make more headway in their search of the horcruxes. She had hesitated to carry her blasters strapped to her side as firearms in Britain were strictly forbidden and she had not known if they would cross paths with Muggles. Now she decided all bets were off. She needed to be better armed.
She took a deep breath, cleared her mind as she had been taught to by her parents but met some difficulties as her many thoughts swirling around her mind were not as easily vanquished. She tried again, let the Force flow through her and this time it worked. She directed the Force towards her sorted scrap metal and asked it for guidance for building it. Slowly the picture in her mind became clearer. More and more parts joined her inner vision and moved hovered before her inner eye. She now was able to see an order where each place was supposed to be and used the Force to bring the different pieces together. Some of the pieces where quite stubborn and she lost grip of them and the hovering pieces clattered back onto the towel. But she was equally stubborn and started again. And again. After a few false starts she started to get a hang on it and opened her eyes to examine her work, while never letting go of the Force. Hermione smiled. It seemed that she would need two crystals as she could see two skeleton lightsabres that were only missing crystals and hilts. She planned on getting the first in the next few hours.
"What are you doing, Hermione?" Harry's voice came from behind her and Hermione jumped, lost focus and the tech pieces scattered back on the towel. She had been so engrossed in her task that she had lost sight of her immediate surroundings.
"Harry", she awkwardly cleared her throat. "How long have you been awake?" she enquired.
"Long enough to see that." Harry gestured to the scrap metal and the air and mimicked the hovering. "Whatever you just did."
"Ahm, anyway I just went outside the tent and was a bit confused." He told her, and Hermione took a deep breath to prepare her for his anger but surprisingly he it didn't come. "Why are we in Sirius old cave? Isn't that too dangerous or too obvious?"
"Yes" Hermione sighed pocketing her tech in her pouch again. "We are in Sirius and Buckbeak's old cave, but nobody except Dumbledore and Sirius, Ron and Galen and us know about it. I put strong enchantments at the entrance and in the immediate area. We are quite safe" she assured him "and I thought that we might stay warm for a change. At least for two days." Technically her parents had known about it too, but with their altered minds they had temporarily forgotten it.
"Good thinking." Harry concurred but trailed off as they could hear light steps outside of their tent. Someone was here! Hermione didn't feel any danger and as she concentrated she had some idea who it could be, but nonetheless she stood up and carefully stepped out of the tent with her wand raised. Harry followed her with his new one. She could feel his anxiety.
"Hey, Ner vod. (=sister)" Galen greeted them sheepishly and although Hermione could feel that it was her brother. His presence here was worrisome. Harry kept his new wand trained at her brother and Hermione didn't put hers down.
"Ba'jur, beskar'gam, Ara'nov, aliit, …" (= Education and armor, Self-defense, our tribe…) she began and signalled him to continue. She just wanted to be sure that it was her brother. Galen rolled his eyes but continued the little rhyme, their grandmother had taught them and that was thought to all little children in the Mandalorian culture to help them learn the tenets of the Resol'nare:
"Mando'a bal Mand'alor—, An vencuyan mhi." (=Our language, our leader— All help us survive.).
Hermione lowered her wand, signalled Harry to do the same and with two steps she was in front of her brother and pulled him close for a bone crushing hug, which he laughingly returned. Somethings would never change, it seemed.
He greeted Harry, who still was a little vary of him and they went back into the tent, but Hermione continued to be on edge.
"Ok, Galen." She urged him. "Spit it out. How did you find us? Did you break my enchantments?"
"What makes you think that I was specifically looking for you." Galen teased her, but Hermione shook her head. "You are here, which means that I must have overlooked something in our protection. Tell me what it is. It's vital to our survival."
"Since when is she like that?" Galen asked Harry and ignored Hermione's question, who shrugged grinning "You mean bossy. Since I can remember."
"Hey" she grabbed a spoon and tossed in their general direction "I'm right here you two. Now. Galen. Please answer the question." Hermione protested.
"Relax, Sis." Galen told her smugly. "First, you've tripped the wards I set up around the temp… ahm… cave and second you have a tracker in your commlink."
"What?!" Hermione jumped up from the bench and dashed to her bag. A moment later she had her commlink in her hand and took it apart only to discover the active red round tracker that had the size of her little fingernail.
"Haar'chak" (=Damn it) she cursed fixing her brother with an angry stare. When had her brother managed to put the tracker in her commlink. The last time he had the opportunity to grab it had been years ago. At least as far as she knew.
"For Mando's sake, Galen why?" she asked him. "Do you realize that this in the wrong hands could have lead the Deatheaters straight to us." She threw it on the ground and stomped onto it, shattering it into thousand pieces.
Her brother looked a bit apologetic, but she could sense that he wasn't. Not one bit. Overprotective brother, that he was.
"No, they would need your frequency and the correct data to decrypt the data." He defended herself.
"Why did you not simply use a phone?" Harry asked confused. He assumed the commlink was either the predecessor of the mobile phone or some more advanced tech.
"Because with the phone the Muggle authorities would have been able to track us and in so doing the Ministry of Magic." Galen answered him. "The current administration even has Muggles under the Imperius Curse."
"The subjugation of the muggles." Hermione solemnly stated remembering the statue in the Ministry. "Anything else you might want to divulge?" she asked him, he nodded.
"Yep. Not sure you're aware of this, but there is a taboo on You-know-who's name now. Means whenever someone speaks his name they can locate you."
"Merlin! No, we didn't know." Harry told him with racing heart. "Thanks."
"That is clever." Hermione grudgingly concurred. "Because they know that Harry is one of the few, who actually have no problem saying his name.
Galen nodded and pulled out the Daily Prophet.
"And, you two made the front page again." He smirked, and Hermione detected that her elder brother was partially proud of her.
"First the ministry stunt, great handiwork by the way, Hermione, then Grimmauld Place and now Bathilda Bagshot. The reward for your capture is steadily raising."
"Great." Hermione murmured sarcastically. "The higher the reward the more people will be willing to turn us in if things get even worse out there. Probably people, who would be potential allies." She scanned the article about them and found to no surprise that they were blamed for Mrs. Bagshot's demise. There was no mentioning about Nagini, so she had to assume that Snake had survived.
"I can understand the diversion at the ministry. It made tactical sense, but what I can't understand is Grimmauld Place." Galen told her. "That was just a bloodbath, without any tactical sense."
"So, they did go into Grimmauld Place." Harry cut in and Galen nodded. "19 casualties and two survivors. The two will stay invalids for live." Harry was shocked, and Hermione had to admit that she did feel a bit guilty, but there had not been any alternative. At least not to her.
"Galen, it was necessary." Hermione protested at her brother's accusing tone. "Why do I have the feeling that Grimmauld Place is the real reason why you are here. And Bathilda Bagshot was already dead when we visited her. Nagini, You-know-who's snake was inside her dead body."
"I'm not accusing you, Hermione, but it seemed a bit much. Was it really necessary? You could have killed innocent people." He enquired, and Hermione sensed that he was worried about her.
"The people hunting us are hardly innocent. You know that! I know that not all the people in the Ministry are Deatheaters and are forced to work for the new regime, but Yaxley would never have taken any other ministry official with him to Grimmauld Place that wasn't a Deatheater as the non-deatheaters could easily have leaked something important to the Order and in so to the Wizarding Public. Each Deatheater I take out is one less to do harm to us or in the future. So, in a way it was a pre-emptive."
"Pre-emptive strike! What!" Galen's eyes bulged out and he changed into Basic:" Jedi don't make pre-emptive strikes."
"Yes, and see where it has gotten us. To the brink of extinction." Hermione shouted back angrily and took a deep breath to calm herself. "Jedi don't make pre-emptive strikes, but Mandalorians do."
Harry nervously fiddled with his new wand and looked between the two quarrelling siblings. He had no idea what they were talking about, but it seemed that there was a lot that he did not know about his best friend. It seemed that she had even rendered her brother speechless as he gaped at her like a carp out of water. He was also uncomfortable with her idea of a pre-emptive strike and was glad that even her brother felt as he did. But he now understood her anger with Dumbledore.
"You've clearly spent too much time with the Nite Owls." Galen grumbled still in Basic remembering Hermione's renewed vigour in training after she had returned from her fifth year at Hogwarts. She was a fierce duellist, due to their father who had been a battle master in the Order, but it seemed that this had not been enough for her anymore. She had spent rather four weeks after returning from Hogwarts on Mandalore training with her aunt's fierce group, than at home with their parents and the other Force sensitive families.
"The Nite Owls prepared me better for warfare than Jedi Training ever could." She answered him. "And this is a war, that we can't afford to lose." Her aunt's face had been quite comical, when she had asked for her permission to train with them and had told her that she was not allowed to complain about anything the Nite Owls would throw at her. And she hadn't. Bo-Katan had taken back over the training of their clan after the Clone Wars and especially after the Saxon Clan had betrayed her knowing that they would need it. But training exclusively with the Nite Owls was even tougher. Those had been the hardest training exercises she had ever had in her live.
"Mum and Dad won't like to hear that." Galen told her.
"I know. It doesn't mean that I leave the Jedi path." Hermione tried to assure him, "or I wouldn't be in this cave right now but relying solely on the Jedi way won't help us win this war."
"I understand." Galen sighed and relented, "but I don't want you to lose yourself."
"I won't." Hermione promised with steady voice but could sense that her brother still wasn't entirely pacified, but he chose not to say anything more about it.
Harry uncomfortably cleared his throat as it seemed that whatever the quarrel between the two siblings had been, was over: "Anyone hungry?"
Next morning:
Hermione was sitting in kneeling position in front of the tent facing the wall she knew to be the entrance to a hidden Jedi temple. In her meditation she was entrenched in the Force. More so in the close vicinity of the temple. It felt ancient, but calming and protective against the dark raging storm of war outside. The song resounding through the Force was calling her again. Galen had entered the cave a few hours ago. Harry had been mesmerized when Hermione and Galen had stretched out with the Force and opened the hidden entry. The wall had reacted to them and changed to a transparent shade before it had moved upwards to reveal a long hallway which her brother had gone into alone. She had stayed behind to look after Harry in case somebody would detect their encampment, but it would soon be her turn to enter to finally answer the call of her crystal, which she could hear even now. Through the Force she detected that her brother's feelings ranged from awe, fear, trepidation, hopelessness, calm acceptance and finally happiness. It appeared that the temple would challenge them for their crystals. A challenge of mind perhaps. She felt him come back again and he was projecting serene happiness through the Force. A moment later she felt the vibration around her as the wall slowly moved upwards and Galen stepped through and beamed at her displaying two transparent crystals at her.
"Seems like I'm going to fight with a Shoto." He remarked as the door closed after him again. Harry, apparently having heard the wall moving up curiously emerged from the tent with a sleep in his eyes.
"Still remember the diagram?" she asked Galen who nodded at her. "Your turn, Sis."
She looked back at Harry and contemplated if they should obliviate him afterwards but decided that she would resolve this after her gathering.
She stood up and focused the Force and felt her brother do the same and the wall slipped open again and with a determines step she stepped through and let the wall slip back into place.
An eerie silence engulfed her that seemed to focus the song towards her and although she had nothing to light her way the long corridor spiralling downwards seemed illuminated by the dull light emitted by the stone around her. The slippery floor changed into steps spiralling downwards. As her sight adjusted to the dim light Hermione could detect that the walls were adorned with simple, yet masterful reliefs displaying faceless figures with hoods, sometimes in meditation position, sometimes in distinct positions reminiscent of the different stances of the combat forms and some figures seemed to be mirrored by others.
As Hermione stepped down further down the stairs, each step resounding dully from the walls, she could see references to the three pillars of the Jedi: A triangle comprised of four smaller triangles, representing the Force and its different manifestations. An empty circle on a lengthy line that had two rhombuses under on it, situated under the circle, representing knowledge. A filled circle inside a pillar, representing self-discipline. After each symbol she detected further scenes that seemed to describe the importance of each pillar.
Hermione reached the bottom of the stairs, turned around the corner and stepped through a high archway, about fifty feet high, if she guessed correctly, into a circular room and gaped in awe.
It looked majestically. The main chamber, at least she assumed that it was the main chamber, was so high that she could barely make out the ceiling and what looked like a large pulsating crystal illuminating the chamber. The centre of the room was dominated by two hooded statues of lightsabre-wielding Jedi, ringed by carved obelisks that sprouted from the rounded floor. The greyish round walls were reliefs of pillars winding upwards, making the chamber appear even larger than it already was. Hermione stepped further inside, and the crystal above became lighter as she felt a wave of the Force wash over her.
She gasped at the overwhelming sensation as she suddenly became aware of the current dark raging storm of war outside of the temple, the dark oppressive storm of the past which had brought the Jedi Order to its knees and the endless possibilities that could be her future. As she stepped towards the middle of the room, her gaze drawn to the mosaic which displayed the sign of the Jedi Order, yet something seemed to be different about it. The colouring was like Jing and Yang. Was this temple older than that on Coruscant? She could feel the strong currents of the force in the air around her and facing the entrance at the opposite side of the chamber she followed the beckoned song of the crystals.
As she stepped through the bulky arch the Force washed over her and she lost sight of the inner workings of the temple. Instead she was now standing inside the freezing cold Great Hall at Hogwarts. Large rubble of the familiar grey stones was scattered everywhere around her, big, broken wooden beams, which had supported the ceiling, were lying among it, the large rose window, which was normally situated behind the table of teachers was shattered, its's colourful sharp shades partially on the dusty, slimy red floor.
Hermione jumped and screamed, her pulse accelerating, knocking the air out of her lungs. It wasn't slime. It was blood! She was wading through rivers of blood. Her head shot up again and her heart stopped. Among the debris were dead, slain pupils, teachers, pets, members of Dumbledore's army, members of the Order, the Weasley's were scattered lying in odd angles, trenched in the red rivers of blood, staring at the dark night where the ceiling was supposed to be, Lupin and Tonks were laid next to each other, their hands stretched out as if they were desperately trying to reach the other.
"No." Hermione murmured desperately trying to get rid of this vision. But to no avail. Her gaze was drawn to the floor next to the hourglasses of the houses, where she spotted familiar faces. Hermione wailed as she saw Ron's ginger hair on the floor. His dead milky gaze was accusingly directed at her. Her dear brother Galen was lying in a ninety-angle degree to Ron with blood oozing out of his eyes, nose and mouth. Hermione put her right hand over her heart and took a deep breath. This was a vision. A vision of her worst nightmare. It had to be. But it could show her future. No. Her eyes still lingered on her brother but was drawn towards a body that was protectively lying draped over her ginger friend Ron as if Harry had tried to shield him from somebody and failed.
"You failed, filthy little Muddblood!" came from behind her and she turned and stared into the red glowing snake eyes of none other than Lord Voldemort.
"I've won. Harry Potter is dead. And you will soon follow. Everything you've known or loved will soon be eradicated"
"No." Hermione ground out balling her fists angrily trying to draw onto the force, but it slipped her grasp. "As long as I breathe, I will find a way to bring you down! I will find a way to protect my family, my friends and everyone that needs protection. It's my duty to use my powers to defend and protect the innocent according to the Jedi Order."
"But you're not a Jedi." Voldemort taunted and laughed heartily. "And never will be."
His laughter turned into an even more sinister laughing and he morphed into a dark shadowy figure. It was a creature dressed in a plain black robe, with no ornamentation or glitz of any sort. The face beneath that hood was old; old, and creased with hundred deep wrinkles, appearing like scars or burn tissue.
But it's eyes were… A cold shiver ran up Hermione's back. The eyes were bright yellowish and intelligent, all-knowing and utterly powerful. She felt the dark side radiate of it and knew exactly what this creature was. A sith. Not just any Sith. The Sith Master, that had destroyed the Jedi Order and thrown the galaxy into dark chaos and despair and that had brought Mandalore almost to its knees.
"Pathetic little child." The old voice raspy voice growled. "I will find you, make you watch as I destroy everything you hold dear: Your family, your clan, your friends, the rebellion and the pathetic little bunch of Jedi survivors cowering in the shadows.
A strong wind was wafting around her and the scenery changed, yet instead of Hogwarts she was now standing in the normally bright stronghold of her clan. Fallen debris of the atrium and the walls were scattered around the floor, smouldering bodies with her clan's markings were strewn on the sides and Hermione nauseously stepped back when the stench of burned flesh hit her nostrils.
No! It wasn't bodies. Just the armour was left. None of the bodies. What had happened here?! She stepped back and detected her aunt's armour lying next to her cousin's as if she had tried to shield him.
He had been groomed to follow in Satine's footsteps by their murdered aunt. She became aware of three other bodies that were not burnt and as her gaze was drawn to them she yelled out again in shock: Her families' boddy parts were lying separated from their severed heads, their glazed over eyes staring at her accusingly. As there was no blood oozing and they did smell partially burned she deduced that they were cut in half with a lightsabre. The scenery was equally burning into her brain as the first one.
"This is an illusion. This isn't real." She repeated breathlessly feeling her pulse in her throat as shivers ran down her back.
The Sith laughed maliciously and ignited two red lightsabres:" It may be." He snickered darkly.
"But I assure you I am not." He lunched at her with his right lightsabre and Hermione dived to the side evading it, feeling the sizzling hot blade miss her just a few millimetres, singing her left sleeve. Rolled to the side and quickly stood up again.
Quickly scanning her immediate sourroundings for a weapon, she could use. But there was none. No lightsabre, no blaster, no granade. Nothing. She dodged his attack again and realized that she wasn't really evading him.
Rather he was herding her towards a corner. She was dripping over an armour, which scrambled into dust as she fell on it, angrily crawling away from the advancing Sith crackling happily at her misfortune. She could not give up. This had to be an illusion. He couldn't be here. She had to find a way out of here and prevent these events from coming to pass like this.
"Looking for a way out." The emperor taunted swirling both of his blades to clear his path from debris and obstructions while staring at her with his menacing, yellowish eyes.
Hermione hit the wall with her back and stared back defiantly. She would not give him the satisfaction of being defeated so easily. The Force was still not answering to her call, as much as she tried to summon it to catapult the advancing menace away from her.
"There is always a way out." She spat using the wall to help her up again. "I just have to remember my training."
She took a deep breath and felt how her lungs felt with much oxygen again. She reached out to the Force another time, but this time she asked for guidance. And the Force filled her entire being with light again and assured her that she was not alone. She could do this.
"Are you ready to meet your demise, girl." The Sith taunted. "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid?" Hermione answered balling her fists acknowledging her worst fears. "Afraid of loosing my family, my clan, my friends. Yes. Loosing this war to Voldemort, the Rebellion and Mandalore to you. Absolutely." She rebuked as the Sith was stopping, just one sword length away from her, raising his right lightsabre to strike her down.
"But, I'm not afraid of doing what needs to be done to stop you and Voldemort. I'm ready." She stood tall and awaited the inevitable strike. He snarled and brought his sabre down on her just as the Force finally filled every fibre of her being again and the tune was resounding more loudly all around her. As she opened her eyes again she stood in a cave with countless crystals surrounding her. But only two on opposite sides of the cave were shining more brightly than the others. They were luring her to take them and join with her.
With overwhelming happiness, she took both and put them together in her left hand, where their melodies joined, resounding through the Force. She inspected them closer and realized that only one of the crystals was transparent, the other strangely wasn't.
She pocketed them in her pouch, which she had brought with her and slowly made her way back to the tent, still processing what she had just seen in her two illusions. As she ascended the stairs of the long corridor again she realized that she wasn't alone in the temple any longer. Her brother and Harry were sitting on the steps and were apparently holding their breaths listening intently. Harry had her wand trained at her when she rounded the corner, but lowered it, when he realized that it was her shape. Questioning what she had missed she raised her eyebrow.
Galen whispered. "K'uur (=Hush!) Did you say You-know-who's name by any chance."
Hermione bit her lips as she remembered that she had spoken his name. Twice even. "Haar'chak (=Damn it!). Hermione cursed touching her front with her left hand mentally berating herself. With her eyes she could see that Harry, still trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness, held their tent and apparently everything in it, miniaturized in his hand. "I'm afraid I did."
"They haven't found their way in yet?" Hermione asked whispering and Galen shook his head.
"Nope. Either our wards are that strong or the temple is protecting us." Her brother rumbled barely audible, but Hermione sensed that Harry was soaking up any information. "As the cave entrance seemingly closed by itself, I suspect the latter." Hermione's eyebrows shot up in surprise. So the temple had protected Sirius as well.
"This is a temple." He asked tentatively. "What kind of temple?"
"Yes." Hermione answered with low voice. "The kind of temple that protects." Galen snickered at her answer and she shot him a sharp look.
"That's no answer." Harry protested angrily, and she sensed that he was on a short fuse at the moment, due to the loss of his wand, to the frustration of their lack of progress, at his anger at Dumbledore, who had not prepared him properly for what needed to be done and because he missed Ron's companionship."
"Harry." Hermione whispered cautiously sitting down. "Some secrets are not ours to share but depending on how long the Darksiders are going to linger in the area, you might find out soon anyway." It calmed her friend somewhat, but not entirely.
"You are not using any torches? Then, how can you walk in here without dripping?" he enquired curiously, but Hermione had no idea what he was talking about. It was dim light, but the walls and the floor emitted soothing light that guided their way around. Then suddenly it hit her. The walls were imbued with the Force through the high concentration of cyber crystals. That's why she and her brother were able to see. But Harry was magically gifted. How could he not see in here?
"Why are we not simply apparating?" Harry enquired, and Hermione wondered the same. They could easily apparate and the ones outside would be none the wiser, but Galen shook his head.
"That's too risky. The strong concentration of the Force could interfere, and you could land somewhere else than you originally wanted and second you spoke the taboo, so if you would apparate right now, then the ministry could trace you for the next twenty-four hours."
"If someone else apparates instead of me?" Hermione questioned him thinking about Harry, but Galen still shook his head. "It would be more challenging for them to trace you, but the taboo trace continues. The temple is masking your trace right now. So, the best thing we can do is to stay put until the taboo wears off."
"Ok." Hermione focused her gaze on Galen. "Seems like you've taken a sheet out of Fulcrum's book."
"Not just from Fulcrum. Aunt Bo-Katan didn't just advise you, Ner vod. (=sister)" he answered proudly.
Outside of the mountain…
"Maybe t'was a false alarm?" a mousy haired snatcher gasped desperately trying to catch his breath, rubbing his side.
"The taboo was spoken twice. This wasn't a false alarm." A tall man with fair skin, and long, tangled brown hair with a red streak on one side barked angrily. "Keep lookin' "
He surveyed the area and saw more than fifty snatchers of different squads swarming the hillside, but so far there was nothing. The person having broken the taboo had most likely apparated already, but they could not find any residue of performed magic. Greyback was crouching and climbing the rocks sniffing intently but he somehow also seemed to walk in circles as he ended up running into solid rocks. They had probed the area with all kinds of revelation spells, but there was nothing to be found. No secret or magically entry.
"Maybe one of the nasty little buggers in Hogwarts broke the taboo and the tracing in the Ministry was off." Another one shouted. Scabior scoffed and angrily spit onto the grass. He wouldn't put it past the Dungheads in the Ministry that they could be wrong about it, but this place was very remote and maybe the person having spoken it was just that talented in magic.
For the next twenty-four hours their squads would be forced to search every little crevice this place had to offer. But that would mean that other fugitives would be slipping away.
In a small muggle village, a blond freckled boy with large horned glasses was silently slipping away before the patron of the small muggle Inn would realize that he had left without paying his two days fee. Unfortunately, he had still no idea how muggle money functioned, but after several too close encounters with snatchers he had decided to avoid wizarding villages and stayed at muggle inns or guesthouses. Usually places that looked shabby enough not to ask questions about his appearance. It had taken some time to get used to transform his hair by himself, he had stolen the glasses and replaced the lenses.
Ron, regretted his decision to leave his two friends, but as much as he wrecked his head he could not remember the reason for their fight or why they had been on the road in the first place. The only thing he was sure about was that they had some very important mission that they needed to finish, but his memory remained empty.
Each night he swore that he could hear Hermione's voice beckoning him to come back to her and he remembered her sweet perfume, her soft hands, her bossy attitude, which he begrudgingly had to admit, really liked. He needed to find a way back to his friends. Surely, they needed him. But what if the fight had been because Hermione had hocked up with his best friend instead. Nah. Harry had a crush on his sister. He was imagining things.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a sickeningly sweet mocking voice came behind him and Ron jumped gripping his wand hidden in his jacket tightly.
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