The door flew open, revealing a very messy room, filled with all kinda of bottles and vials everywhere you looked.

"Ron," said Harry, "Isn't it your job to keep this room-"

"Yea, yea I know. I've been kinda busy lately, ok?" Ron said half-heartedly as he searched through the vials.

"Well as long as you're down here, why don't you help me look?" Ron said.

In the Chamber there were many colors of souls. Gold meant you had found your soul mate, and were with them. Silver meant you knew your soul mate, but weren't with them. Bronze meant that you were with someone, but they weren't the right one. White meant you were with no one, and black, well that meant your soul had died, and that it could never be used again.

Ron spotted many interesting thing while he was searching. He noticed that two of his fellow Griffindor's Angelina Johnson and Oliver Wood were together. Ginny's soul was still wandering, but Percy's was silver. He would have to ask him about that the next time he saw him. Bill and Fleur's were tightly interlocked together, while Fred and George had only bronze ones. Ron thought that his must be hiding from him, when suddenly behind him, Harry let out a "Whoop!" And Ron spun around.

"Found yours mate!" Harry said excitedly. Ron grabbed the vial, and stared at it.

Hermonie was busily pecking away at her computer. Being the Editor in Chief of the magazine, Which, Witch? She was constantly busy. But today, was different. She had begun applying for something bigger, like The Quibbler, or the Daily Prophet, something where her work would really be appreciated. Plus, subscription sales were on the rise, so her job was in demand for a someone new, and she knew she could make it with a bigger paper. She attached the letters to her new owl, Skanhskoorc, (or Shanks for short) named after her old cat. He was off to the ministry first then would make a stop by the Lovegood residents. She had also added a personal note to Luna-

Luna-

Sorry we haven't kept in touch lately! Lunch Thursday at 1?

Hermonie

She watched him fly away gracefully, and then suddenly hit the window. It was very odd, because he would do this everytime he left her office. She thought that the habit might pass, but it never did. It didn't consern her though, because he would always get up and continue to fly towards his destination with the greatest of ease. But something today sparked a memory. Whose owl was it that ran into those windows? Harry? Ron? Luna? Nevil? She couldn't remember, but did it really matter? She swiveled back to her computer and began to type again.

Ron glanced at Harry to see his reaction. Harry was staring at the bottle as blankly as Ron was, only smirking a little. Although Ron was shocked, this didn't surprise him. He felt like a complete git for not understanding the Lavender and him weren't made for eachother. Damn, this was hard for him to take in all at once. Now all these emotions that he had kept locked up away for many moons were suddenly rushing back into him. He stared up at the celing.

"Well, now that that's sorted out, how about—"

"You go on ahead, how about I meet you in the Ministry entrance in 20 minutes, ok? I need to do some more cleaning."

"Soot your self." Harry said, there was more to this plan, but he was glad Ron decided to stay. As Harry opened the door, he said, "Lobby, 20 minutes, don't forget." Ron looked up form his work.

"Yea, ok." And Harry stepped outside the Chamber.

Ron almost smashed a vial in his anger. How could I not have known that this was coming!" he thought. "Lavy and I were never perfect for eachother, so what made me think that-" Well, now that this was all sorted out, there was still a vial that he needed to find before lunch…

Harry stood watching his friend through the pensive as his friend smached his head against the wall. Harry was perfectly happy with his life. He had a beautiful girl, Ginny, who he had been with ever since the end of his 6th year at Hogwarts. He was the head Auror at the ministry, and lived in a nice apartment. But his best mate Ron was a different story. Harry knew all along that Ron and Lavender weren't made for eachother. There was another girl that Ron had fallen for, but never did anything about. Harry felt a small twinge of guilt for not helping the two get along better so that they could finally be together, but what could he say? His eyes began to wander to the picture on his desk of the 3 of them in there last year of school. But he knew that he had to get rid of the Horcruxes that year, regardless of Ron and Hermonie's relationship. But he knew what Ron was doing. He was searching for the small vial with the name, Hermonie Granger printed on it. His eyes were drawn back to the pensive where he saw Ron pick up a small vial, with a silvery wisp in it. Ron appeared to be relieved to see it, and then put them clumsly back on the shelves and pranced out of the room with almost a glow about him. Harry quickly put away the pensive and began to walk out to the entrance way, hoping his mate would tell him some more of what he'd found.

Hope you like the story! Yes, it will turn into a R&H story for those interested. I will try to update as much as possible, espically in the first few chapters here!

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