Trouble at the Tent
The first indication something wasn't right was a silvery ghost like doe in the nearby woods, that she felt compelled to follow.
The second was Ronald Bloody Weasley standing, perfectly dry with steam still rising from his warm clothing, saying he'd pulled the Sword of Gryffindor from the bottom of the frozen over pond behind him. It's not like they hadn't moved a dozen times and intentionally not keyed the idiot into the wards after he left them. So of course, Harriett had embraced the red-headed glutinous prick like a brother, used the Sword to dispatch the Locket, and lead him back to camp... he just wasn't conscious for the whole trip.
"Hey, Hermione!" She called out to her new girlfriend as she entered the tent with Ron's stunned, bound, and floating body behind her. "I've got good news, GREAT news, bad news, and a new project for us, which do you want first?"
The bushy haired witch lifted her head out of the book she'd been reading at the table and raised an eyebrow at the sight before her, "Interesting..."
"Good news... we have a way to destroy the Horcruxes now," Harriett said, indicating the Sward looped through her belt. "The great news is the Locket's been destroyed." Hermione got up and rushed to Harriett for a deep and lingering embrace. "The bad news... the gut's back."
"So I see."
"Which brings up the new project... finding out how he's tracking us and preventing it from working any longer so we can ditch him again."
"I think that just became priority number one," Hermione answered before kissing Harriett, "I really don't want him listening to what we do at night."
