A/N: Heyyyyy all! I have quite a bit planned out for this, so the chapters should be coming more regularly. So enjoy the chapter! This one is a bit slow, but I'm thinking of doing the next chapter from Fred's point of view? Give me your wonderfull opinions! I want to know what you want! I really want this story to be one of those long ones that people know, people talk about. I want to be Fanfiction famous! Haha, no seriously though. Opinions. I want them. i want them all. Please. Anyway, much love from me to you- Bookworm

Fred,

I can't believe it, but Ron left. He got mad, because we really don't know where to go from here. We have no way to destroy the horcruxes, no idea what the rest of them are. We are lost and stuck. We didn't move for almost a week, we hoped that Ron would come back. But he didn't. So we had to move on. I suppose it's up to Harry and I now. Although I'm not sure what exactly we are going to do.

Harry wants to go to Godric's Hallow. I know he wants too see his parents. And really, we don't have any other leads. Harry has a good argument, but what if it's a stupid move? Is it too obvious? I think it is.

There's snow on the ground, there has been for a while. It's a good thing that this tent has a fireplace, otherwise we would probably freeze to death. I have no idea what the date is, we stopped sneaking into towns to get food when we saw a few death eaters. Luckily we were under Harry's invisibility cloak. It's gotten to risky to do anything really. Except try to research, read everything I can on what we could be looking for. But I really have no idea. How could Dumbledore leave this to Harry? How could he do that to him. I know that we are both of age, but we are barely adults. And we are responsible for the destruction of Voldemort. How does that make sense Fred? Why did he do this to us? I have no answers, it's extremely frustrating. I hate this, and I miss you so much.

With Love,

Hermione

It had been weeks, maybe even longer than a month since Ron had left. Hermione was kicking herself for not keeping a calendar. She really had no idea what the date was, or even what day it was. She knew that it was winter. She and Harry had been forced to steal some winter coats off of a back porch of a house. She had left some gold for the owners, but she knew that it wasn't right still. But they couldn't always burn a fire. They could only burn a fire when they were sure that the smoke wouldn't be seen by anyone. They had to be secluded enough to not be noticed. She and Harry had been talking about the next steps to take, and they were at an odds.

"Hermione please. We have no idea where to go now. Why not Godric's Hallow? It has meaning to him too, it's where he almost died. He could have hidden one there." It was the same argument every time, and Hermione was out of arguments now.

"Okay." She said with a sigh, and watched as Harry's mouth fell open. "I have to admit… It's a possibility. We should go." She finally agreed. Harry's eyes lit up, and she sighed again. "Harry. I know you want to go to see your parents, but we have to be careful." She said, he face sobered and he nodded.

"Of course." He agreed.

Hermione had managed to get a couple hairs from muggles in a nearby town, and had insisted that if they were going to Godric's Hallow, they would have to drink polyjuice. Harry had put up a fight about it until he realized that Hermione wouldn't budge from the issue. Hermione had also asked that they be under the cloak, just in case, but Harry had insisted that they not be. He didn't want to visit his parents invisible.

It was Christmas eve, as they walked by a small church they could hear the service and the congregation singing. Harry paused just outside of the church, staring at a statue wide wide eyes.

"Hermione." He whispered. She walked to his side, and stared up at the statue. It changed slowly, almost shimmering into a different statue. It was the Potter family, and a small plaque that commemorated them. She reached out and gently took Harry's hand, she was sure that this would be a lot to take in. He took a deep breath and swiped a tear from his face before nodding. They moved together to the small graveyard that sat adjacent to the church.

Hermione started looking at graves as Harry wandered in a different direction, they moved slowly as they looked at each grave, searching for the Potter's resting place. Hermione paused at a grave covered in snow, she knelt down and swiped of the snow. Underneath her fingers were an odd symbol, something that she had seen before in a book somewhere.

"Harry?" She called out softly. She heard him walk quickly over to her through the leaves and snow, his feet making slight crunching sounds with each step.

"Did you find them?" He asked softly as he reached her.

"No, look at this. This symbol." She said, pointing down to it. Harry looked at it and then his eyes flicked to the name.

"Peverell? Where do I know that name…" Harry muttered. Hermione looked to the graves next to the one she sat and pointed.

"Harry, I think this is a family graveyard." She said. He gazed around, and nodded.

"So they are my family?" He asked, and she shrugged a little.

"Maybe, somewhere down the line." She said. "Let's keep looking." She said, and he nodded a little before walking away slowly. They continued to search in silence for a few minutes, until Hermione found what they were looking for.

"Harry. I found them." She called out softly. She didn't need to be loud, the snow had seemed to muffle the earth. He was only a couple rows away, and rushed over. He stood next to her for a moment before getting down on his knees. Hermione placed a gentle hand on his shoulder as he reached out and touched the marble stone. She held up her wand, and drawing a circle in the air, made a wreath of flowers appear against the grey stone. He smiled up and her, giving her a silent thank you, as he straightened up.

They stood arm in arm for a long moment, Hermione's head resting on his shoulder. Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck seemed to stand on edge and she slowly looked around. She didn't see anyone, but she felt like someone was watching them.

"Harry… We need to move." She said, and he nodded. He looked at the grave for another moment before they turned and made their way out of the graveyard. They walked down the road a little ways before stopping suddenly at the sight of a half destroyed house. Hermione took in a sharp breath at the sight as they took a few more steps toward the fence that outlined the house. Harry placed a hand on the gate that led to the house, and jumped slightly as a stone plaque appeared in front of them. It commemorated the Potters, and mentioned Harry as well. Hermione's eyes went to the graffiti that adorned the plaque, wishing luck to Harry, and smiled.

She turned to look at Harry, and noticed that someone was watching them just down the road. Her heart thumped against her chest before she remembered that they were disguised. They were also staring at a house that, as the plaque also stated, was supposed to be invisible to muggles.

"Harry, someone's watching us." She whispered. He turned his head slowly, looking at the woman who had now begun a slow wobble in their direction.

"It's fine… We don't look like us." He whispered.

"For now." She pointed out, and he nodded. "We're also looking at your old house, while disguised as muggles Harry." She whispered as the woman got closer. Harry stayed put as Hermione took a step back.

"Hermione.. wait." He said, staring at the woman who had just reached them. Hermione stared at the woman, before realizing that she recognized her.

"Harry, that's Bathilda Bagshot. She wrote Hogwarts: A History." She whispered. Realization seemed to dawn on Harry's face, but Hermione had a feeling that it wasn't because Harry knew that she had written the book.

"You knew Dumbledore." Harry said, and the woman nodded. "Do… Did he give you something to give to me?" Harry asked, and the woman nodded again.

"Harry, Harry please. Let's just go." Hermione asked, something about the woman left her unsettled. Just as she said it, Bathilda raised her hand and beckoned for them to follow her. Hermione tugged on Harry's arm, but he started following the woman.

"Harry." She hissed at him.

"Hermione. She knew Dumbledore. What if he gave her the sword?" Harry asked her, and she bit her lip before nodding in agreement. They follwed after her in silence, Hermione wary about following her. Before long, they were inside her house and she was beckoning for Harry to follow her up the stairs. Hermione started to follow, but Harry held up a hand.

"I think she just wants me to go." He said.

"I don't like this Harry." Hermione said, shaking her head.

"Hermione, it'll be fine." He replied as he followed her up the creaky steps.

Hermione looked around the room, seeing a bookshelf and walking over to it. She ran her fingers over the volumes, listening the the footsteps above her head as Harry and Bathilda moved about upstairs. She saw a book that she had read about months ago in the Daily Prophet, and picked it up. The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, she scoffed as she saw Rita Skeeter's name, and flipped open the cover. A note fell out, it thanked Bathilda for her help with writting it. Hermione tucked the note back into the book before setting it back down onto the shelf. She thought for a moment before picking it back up and shrinking it, sticking it into her pocket. Hermione walked around the room, looking at the different photographs and objects around the room, until she heard a shout and crash from up the stairs.

She ran up the stairs, knocking over stacks of books, blankets and other things as she ran. She quickly found the room that Harry was in, and couldn't stifle the scream at the sight of a large snake rearing back to attack Harry. She began to throw jinxes and curses at it as she struggled to get around the room, desperate to just get to Harry and get out. She tripped over a shoe and fell right next to Harry, who grabbed her arm and gripped tightly, his face screwed up in pain. He let out a shout, dropping his wand and putting a hand over his scar. Without thinking, Hermione grabbed his wand with her wand hand before shooting a spell at the snake that lunged at them and apparating away.

She gasped as they landed, she had landed on her back and it had knocked the wind out of her. She could feel Harry's hand in hers, and she squeezed it. She heard him gasping for breath as well, and she shut her eyes tight for a moment before slowly sitting up. She felt the wands in her hand, and looked down. She gasped as she saw that Harry's was snapped in half. She looked over to him, hoping that he hadn't seen, before gently putting it into her pocket. Harry was unconscious, but breathing, so she threw up some wards around them before pulling out the tent and throwing a spell to set it quickly. As soon as it was set, she lifted her wand and moved Harry into the tent and set a fire. She remembered that he had been wearing the locket, and pulled the collar of his shirt down to grab it. She pulled, but the locket seemed to be glued to his skin. It was warm, and she realized that it had melted some of the skin on his chest. She gagged slightly as the skin pulled with the locket. She released the locket and covered her mouth with her hand, unsure what to do. She thought about it for a moment before pulling in a breath to calm herself and lifting her wand.

"I'm sorry." She muttered before casting a severing charm. He immediately began to bleed, and she pulled the locket off, tossing it to the side, before summoning the dittany. There wasn't much left, they would need to be more carefull until she was able to get some more. She unstoppered the bottle and put a small amount onto his chest, enough to make the bleeding stop. She then muttered a healing charm to help before sitting back on her heels and taking in a deep breath. She stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out the pieces of Harry's wand and the shrunken book. She placed the pieces of the wand on the table before she enlarged the book and went outside with a blanket. She sat with her back against a tree, a jar of bluebell flames in her blanket-covered lap. She opened the book and began to read, wishing that she was back in the Hogwarts library instead of the forest.