-1Hermione's POV

I've gotten used to the sensation of apparation by now, yet this time was like the first all over again. I roll onto my side, and find I'm lying amidst the rubble. I look up to find Harry grimacing and stretching his wrist. Ron's sprawled on the floor, probably faking death or I don't know what…

"Harry," I pant. "That was really… brave."

Harry looks up briefly. "It was necessary," is all he says.

"Are you okay?" I'm aiming the question at him.

"I'll pull through," groans Ron.

I throw him a scorching look. "I was talking to Harry." I turn to Harry. "I saw that curse hit."

"Joy," says Harry under his breath. "I'm fine."

I'm a little in awe that he can be like that after encountering Lord Voldemort. I'd be in tears. Well, maybe. Or else in need of some therapy from Madam Pomfrey. And that stuff he said! Reckless, stupid, but extremely brave.

"That what it was like all those other times?" Ron mutters.

"Uh… no, not really." Says Harry. I get the faint impression he doesn't really feel like talking about it. I have a sudden yet strong urge to kick Ron; mind you, when it comes to Ron, there is no such other urge. Pig.

Harry looks up at the surroundings, raising his eyebrows slightly. "I didn't want to come here," he says, puzzled.

"It was probably a lack of destination," I say.

Both Ron and Harry shoot me positively incredulous looks. Well, it's true.

I look around. Where are we? The air is tangy and over in the distance, a village can be seen on the horizon; below us, thunderous waves thrash about in unwanted turmoil. And just in front of us, there's at least a fifty foot drop.

"So… where are we?" I say. How come Harry knows a place like this? Maybe he's been here on holiday?

Harry looks distant for a moment. "This is where we found the fake Horcrux, or just above it. Down there." He points to the drop. Ron's mouth hangs open, and just for a bit of fun, I go over to him and slap him lightly across the jaw. I simply can't stand his gaping. It infuriates me.

"So, think we'll find anything here?" I say.

"Nope." Says Harry. "But, a week ago, I went to Godric's Hollow. Y'know, my parent's old house… and I found some stuff there that doesn't really look like it could be a Horcrux, more like… clues."

I can't help raising an eyebrow. Lord Voldemort, leave clues?

"Hey, don't look like that!" Says Harry, smiling. He looks genuinely please to receive a patronizing stare! Wow, he must have been pretty lonely. "There were ways to get the Horcrux here, it was like… a load of trials. And clues are the only thing we have now, because the only person who had any clue about where the hell Voldemort's Horcruxes are" (Ron shivers) "died at the end of last term. So, if you came here to doubt, I can always take you back."

I know he's joking, but there's a hint of truth there.

"Not in a million years." Says Ron. "Besides, I'm more of a… by-stander. She can do the thinking, and you can do the work, and I'll refine my cheerleader dance." He points to Harry and I in turn.

Noting Ron's abysmal amount of effort in class, I smile smugly. "You'll have to learn to improvise, then."

He shoots me a glare.

"So," says Harry. "You two don't know where Godric's Hollow is, so I'll guess you want to side-apparate?"

"Sure," I say eagerly.

Ron looks slightly crestfallen.

"Look, I know you want to get out there and do this stuff, Harry, but we haven't seen you in ages, and you've got a life to lead, too, you know?" Ron says pleadingly. "So, can't we go someplace and do normal teenager stuff for like, a couple of days? We haven't seen you in ages."

Wow, words of wisdom. Only, I never expected them from Ron…

Harry pauses for a second, and then, it seems, the temptation overwhelms him.

"Sure," he says. "So, pick a place, any place, and we'll go there."

One worry free week.

Harry deserves it.

We deserve it.

A/N: To end on a happy note, because lets face it, the world isn't all as bad as I made it out to be (: