Okay, there is only a few chapters left. Tell me if I should write about every horcrux or not in your review, and that's probably how I'll decide. If I don't write about every horcrux, I'll just write about the final battle, and end it there. I probably won't write an epilogue, but if most people want one, then tell me. Now, read!

What's it Like to Love:

"Hey, Ginny?"

"Yeah?"

"What's it like to be in love?"

"Well, it's sort of like…every time I see Harry, I get butterflies in my stomach, and I just melt inside, and I feel all warm and safe. Sometimes I get the urge to kiss him, or just hold him and play with his hair. But it's deeper than that. It's like your heart's about to explode if you don't tell him how you feel, and you need him beside you. Yes, that's what love is like."

"Oh. That sounds…wonderful."

"It is. Why did you ask?"

"I just needed to straighten out something."

"Emotions?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Okay, then. Want to go to the library?"

"Of course!"

Nicole/Hermione and Ginny walked through the corridors, glad to be rid of the room of requirement.

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I was looking through the books in the library, when I came upon some kind of atlas-type book. It had been put where no one would find it: so how did I know it was there? There was a bookmark, and I turned to that page.

The map was old and had markings on it. Circles, seven of them, around seven different places. And a different name of an object beside each one. That's when I remembered.

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"Ginny, I've got to get to Harry. You always know where he is, don't you?"

"Well, I suppose he would be in his dormitory, taking a nap. He always does that after school…" I said.

"Thanks!" Hermione shouted, and ran off, anxiety clear on her face.

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I burst through the common room, and ran up the steps, still holding the atlas close to me. There, in the boys dormitory, was Harry. Just like Ginny had said.

"Harry, I remembered!"

"Hermione? I mean, Nicole? What in the world are you talking about? Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, Harry, I'm just fine, now shut the bloody hell up and listen!"

"Wait…" came a new voice. "You don't cuss!" It was Ron. He was sitting on the opposite side of the room, reading a book on the Chuddly Cannons. One I gave him.

I paid him no attention. "Harry, I figured out what I had to tell you before I was captured! It's about the horcruxes, they…"

"Hermione! I can't understand you! You're going too fast!"

"Sorry, Harry, but take a look at this." I showed him the map. "Seven circles, seven places, seven horcruxes!"

"Oh my god…but, how do you know this is right?"

"It's a pattern: I figured it out while…well, after Malfoy left. See? The places are in a circle. And as for the horcruxes, I just had to look in Hogwarts a History! It's all there: Slytherin's locket, Gryffindor's shield, Hufflepuff's cup, Ravenclaw's wand, his father's ring, his diary, and the bones of the only girl he ever loved. Her name was Helen Rhodes. Really, she didn't seem special, but she was amazingly pretty, and a very talented witch.

I showed him a picture of a girl, smiling and waving, that was tucked in between the pages. She had long, blond hair, tied up in a braid, bright blue eyes, and pale skin. There were absolutely no blemishes on her perfect skin, and it seemed almost impossible.

"Voldemort had his heart broken when she turned him down, slapping him in the process."

"How do you know all of this?"

That was the question I didn't want to answer. He would never believe me.

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It was only a simple question, but to me she looked near tears.

"That isn't important, Harry. It's just important that we defeat him as soon as possible. Which reminds me, four horcruxes have been destroyed, only three are left."

"Four? I thought only three: the diary, the ring, and the locket. And the locket wasn't even for sure!"

"Sirius: he had a brother, you know?"

"Yeah," Harry said, clueless.

"What she means, Harry, is that Black's brother defied You-Know-Who and destroyed the locket, but was later killed." I butted in.

"Yes, that's what I mean," she said, looking down. She couldn't face me. It wrecked my heart, that she couldn't.

"And the fourth?" Harry said.

"I destroyed that one. I destroyed Helen Rhode's bones."

"How?"

"That doesn't matter!" Hermione snapped. Her hood fell, as she quickly lifted her head. I could see tears sparkling in her eyes.

"Hermione, what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Anyhow, you figure out what to do, Harry. Tell me when you're ready to leave for the next location."

"Okay…then…" Harry was shocked. Hermione pulled up her hood once again, and stalked out of the room. By now, the tears were running down her face, and she was practically sobbing.

Harry and I looked at each other. "Did I say something?" we asked in unison.

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I look to the stars and I pray to the heavens,

Won't somebody answer my prayer?