"One more day!" Ron said angrily as he pulled a weed from the backyard. It was indeed one more day to the wedding; well in fact it was tomorrow. Harry, Hermione and Ron were forced to pick out the last minute weeds that had sprouted so the decorating could be finished.
Ron muttered another obscene word under his breath. Harry watched as Hermione hit him. Harry didn't mind working outside. He was happy in fact. He practically jumped with joy when asked to work.
This kept him from practicing. He didn't want to improve in these new talents. It brought out the memories of his past experiences. The failed occlumency, how Voldemort entered his mind and set the dream. If he hadn't Sirius may have been alive right now.
This time was different. When he hit the dummy with the spell, he received a vision. It wasn't one of his parents like when he was fighting the dementors.
He was back at the Grimmauld place. The hallway was dark, a lone figure was hovering in the dark ahead him. All that could be heard was the figure's raspy breathing and loud footsteps.
Harry could see that the person was limping. The figure stepped into moonlight shining through the window. Harry gasped. The face was so familiar. The rough feature, the dark eyes, and black hair…was like Sirius'. The crooked nose and scar across his cheek told Harry it wasn't.
Before he could step closer a short stumpy form appeared ahead of him. Harry's breath was caught in his throat as he saw who it was.
"There you are Kreacher." The man said to the house elf.
Kreacher took a few steps closer. "Yes, you called master."
"Take this." He handed him a package. Kreacher looked at it wide eyed. He slid it out and Harry saw it gleaming in the poor light.
The emerald jade joined by a white gold chain, outlined in pure silver. It was a locket.
"I want you to guard it with your life." The dark man whispered. "Hide it here, do not dare let anyone even dare take it from this house."
Kreacher nodded. "Yes master. Mistress would've wanted me to you listen to you. You were the pride of her family sire."
Harry stood astonished to how clearly Kreacher was speaking. The years alone in that house had done some damage.
His vision went blurry and he was once again sweating and laying on the cold floor of Ron's room. The vision had come 20 minutes after that spell. Thankfully no one was in the room.
Harry shook his head to forget the memory. He was trying so hard to forget he didn't realize he was still pulling the same weed for the past 5 minutes.
Muttering coldly he pulled again. He wouldn't budge. He moved it again.
Ron noticed and laughed. "The great Harry Potter defeated by a weed."
Naturally Harry would've laughed but the vision kept coming back his mind was clouded. What did that vision mean? God, why can I get this weed out?
"Arrrgh." A bright light formed around the weed and it burst into flames instantly all that was left were ashes. Ron and Hermione immediately ran to catch him as he fell backwards.
All Harry saw were the worried looks on their faces as he gave into the sudden slumber. Once again the blurry vision was before him. What was this vision about? With a gasp for air he was awake again lying on the cool green grass.
He choked back a scream and smiled at Ron and Hermione who were dumbfounded.
"The vision…is a clue to where the horcrux is!"