"Ron, how many times have I told you! You don't stick your nose in other people's affairs and they won't come and bother you!"

Mrs. Weasley stood in the garden in her pink nightgown, zapping the ground with her wand.

"Mum, they were all over the place!" Ron said, arms akimbo.

"Well, they were all over the north side of the place." Mrs. Weasley retorted, "They only started to make nuisance when some one announced that garden gnomes are really thick in the head!"

Hermione and Harry stood at the very side of the garden watching Mrs. Weasley and Ron fix the bald patches of grass. Apparently, Ron had decided to insult the garden gnomes. The gnomes got pretty mad and decided to wreck the campsite. Ron got mad and started blasting every thing in sight. Mrs. Weasley heard the commotion and rushed out into the garden.

"Luckily I decided to come out! Otherwise, you would have set the whole place on fire, again!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

"Umm, Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione ventured. She felt quite bad for Ron. It was his last night here at The Burrow and she knew Ron wasn't going to be happy if he left his mother in pretty bad terms.

"Yes, Hermione dear?" Mrs. Weasley turned around, smiling at Hermione, "Is there anything you need? Did Ron do anything to upset you?"

"Umm no." Hermione said, glancing at Ron, who was fuming, "I just happened to know a spell that would fix the grass."

"Oh okay, dear. Work your magic." Mrs. Weasley said, "It's a good thing that we have you around."

Hermione stepped forward and raised her wand.

"Reparo Grassus!"

Green sparks emitted from Hermione's wand, spread out into a sheet of green light over the garden and fizzed over the bald patches on the ground. In an instant, the whole garden was as good as new.

"Ah, thank you Hermione." Mrs. Weasley said, eminently pleased by the lush green turf sprouting everywhere. "Well, I shall leave you all here. Good night! And don't go around fooling with gnomes, Ronald Weasley!"

"Yes, Mum." Ron said, meekly.

Mrs. Weasley went through the back door and disappeared into the house. All three of them stood in silence for a few moments, looking at each other and surveying the grass.

"So, Ron." Hermione said, "What exactly did you do?"

Harry started laughing and soon he was doubled over on the ground. At times like these, a camcorder would be an invaluable possession.

"Oh shut up, Hermione!" Ron said, bending down to pick up packets of snacks that had fallen to the ground during the attack of the gnomes.

Suddenly, Hermione heard noises coming from near the roof of the house. She looked up, scanning the sky for any sign of movement.

"Shh! I think I heard something." She said, putting her finger to her lips.

"Whazzit 'My-Nee?" Said Ron, who was stuffing his face with chocolate bars.

"Shush, Ron!" Harry said, "I heard it too."

Harry took a few steps towards the house and took out his wand. Hermione followed suit. She stood near the kitchen door, getting ready to call for help if trouble arises. Ron crouched near the tent, munching silently on the bar of honey-coated chocolate.

"Lumos!" Harry and Hermione cried out in unison.

The whole backyard was bathed in the warm gold light. For a split second they saw a figure of a man on the roof, with a wand in hand, pointing.

"He's on the roof! Wait, is it a he?"

"Harry! Look!"

But as Hermione started to run into the house, the figure disapparated. Leaving nothing but a trail of eerie green sparks, leading towards the sky.

"Hermione, he's gone." Ron called out. 'I think he got scared or something like that."

Harry paced up and down near the bushes. The man was pointing at something. Pointing at something near the bushes. He brushed aside the branches of the rose bush and walked into it. There was something glittering on the soft earth. He bent down and picked it up.

"Guys!" He called out, waving his hands in the air, "I found something here. It's a charm of some sort."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and then made their way towards Harry, who was still standing in the bushes.

"Harry, I think you better get out of the bush first. You're going to have lots of cuts on yourself." Ron said, offering Harry a hand.

Harry clambered out and lit his wand again. He held out the charm in his hand and stared at it. It was a small charm in a shape of a dragon. Its eyes were set with rubies and its scales were intricately carved.

Hermione touched the charm, turning it over in Harry's palm. It was very heavy for something so small and was icy cold to the touch.

"I'm thinking it was made of silver or platinum." She said, stroking the cold metal in her hand, "But whatever it's made of, they must have put a spell on it or something. It's as cold as ice."

"Do you think it's cursed?" Ron asked, eyeing the charm suspiciously, "There was once Dad had a case with this woman who bought a pendant, something like this. She couldn't sleep after she put it in her house. I don't think it's safe to touch it, Hermione, you might not be able to sleep forever after that. Think about it! It's going to be so boring!"

"Don't be silly Ron." She said, giving him her patented You're-Talking-Nonsense look.

"I'm not worried about this charm, or pendant or whatever it is." Harry said, "I'm curious to know who was that man on the roof."

"Maybe it's You-Know-Who." Ron said, looking at Harry worriedly.

"My scar didn't hurt just now. So it can't be him. Besides he's been weakened to the point that he can't even move."

Last year, Harry and Voldemort had another face off. They had a duel at the top of Black Hill, near Hogsmeade. It was a deadly battle. In the end, Harry managed to defeat Lord Voldemort. But before Harry could deliver the final blow his conscience stopped him. It was worthless to kill a person to avenge the death of another. He let Voldemort go, but he was barely alive then. In terms of Wizard Law, Voldemort owes Harry his life.

"Perhaps it was one of those Death Eaters, Harry." Hermione said, "Maybe this is a marker of some sort. So they can track you down after that."

"I don't know." Harry replied, "But I have a feeling he's going to come back."

"Blimey." Said Ron; he had a scared look on his face, "I think we better go sit in the tent. It's safer."

Ron left and hurried back into the tent. There was no way he was going to let some Death Eater kidnap him or kill him, not at his last year at school.

"I agree with Ron. We'd better lie low, Harry. Let's go."

Harry nodded, draped an arm over Hermione's shoulder and led her to the tent.

"Don't worry." He said, "You're all safe. Remember, I'm here."

"I know." Hermione replied, looking up at Harry, "It's not Ron or myself I'm worried about. It's you, Harry."

Harry smiled at her and gave her a slight peck on the cheek. Hermione didn't give her usual disgusted look, but a thoughtful look was etched on her features.

"Thanks for being concerned, Mione."

"Any day." She said, opening the flaps to the tent.