I have come to terms with the fact that no one enjoyed my Angelina POV so I have decided to not do her next POV in a diary or mental form, it will be narrated just like the rest. I am not so excited to say that I did not even get one review on the last chapter which scares me quite a bit, I hope you have not left me for ever. Here is a fun chapter it seems short but its not it's just the way it is formatted because in actuallality it is 4 pages long. I could have waited to write more but I didn't want you guys to give up on me so soon.

This is just about finding the second to last hourxces the last of course being nagini which is with her dark lord, oh how will this all turn out? Well if you are interested Review! The next chapter snapps back to The Weasley home but only to tell us what Hermione's letter said, oh how fun that is going to be, naughty Hermione, or is she? Ah yes I think have your attention now don't I?

Hermione and Harry had left with a 'PoP'

"Ugh, one year later and I still loose an eyebrow"

Ron snapped his fingers and 'PoP' he was looking at Harry and Hermione who we're setting out side of a huge house. They were standing outside of the gate which was a black had a two gold lion's mouth on it.

Ron quickly moved his hand to his eyebrows "Brilliant" He said they were still attached and in the right order.

Harry pushed the gate open as Ron and Hermione watched. The gate was rusty and did not open with ease, but Harry managed to push it only enough for them to squeeze in.

"Come on you two" Harry said moving trough the small opening.

Ron watched as Hermione maneuvered her way through, Ron sighed as it was his turn now.

Ron was very tall and this so he slipped trough with ease.

The house covered with vines and crows heard from inside the large oak trees.

The house looked as if it were hundred of years old, the paint cracked and tearing from the house. It's once white shingles now not even on; they were on the dead grass, which was not even yellow but a gray color.

The door was a dingy oak wood; with a snake mouth as the door knocker.

"How welcoming" Said Ron with his faced scrunched up in fear and confusion.

"I like it myself" Hermione said with a smile, which indicated she was being sarcastic.

"I wouldn't mind renting this place for Ginny and myself" Harry said with a laugh.

Ron wanted to laugh and punch him all the same time.

'You purpose to my sister and don't ask me, nor did you bother to tell my father'

"Listen Ron, I think we need to talk" Harry said looking at Ron, Ron knew Harry knew what he was thinking, "After we're done here"

Ron nodded; Hermione rolled her eyes "Honestly this is not the time to worry about Ginny's love life"

Ron shrugged. "Let's step inside"

Harry of course being the one to open the door; it pushed open with a screeching noise.

Harry motioned for them to step inside. Hermione stepped in carefully and slowly as if preparing for attack.

Ron suppressed a chuckle looking at Hermione who looked anxious and frightened all the time.

Ron did not stalk or tiptoe he was all to use to walking into dingy and dangerous places, as he has down so for the last two months.

"Where do you reckon we should look Hermione?" Ron asked wiping a finger across the near side table; leaving a line though the layer of dust. "They could have tidied up a bit"

"Well, I've read the report on the Riddle's death and they were found at the dinner table" Hermione said paying no attention to Ron's comment, and walking towards a dusty wooden table.

So the trio was standing inside the Riddle Mansion, the very dusty Riddle Mansion .

Ron looked to Hermione who was deep in thought, he could tell by the scrunch in her nose.

Harry wide eyed his wand at the ready, and his fist clenched.

Ron laughed, he couldn't help but laugh, Hermione the clever one, Harry the brave one, and he; the relaxed one. After everything that had happen in the past two months he was one who had changed.

As Ron laughed Hermione turn to look at him; she had questioning look on her face.

"I'm fine" Ron said quickly suppressing his laughter.

"Good to know" Hermione said pulling out her wand "I think I have a hunch on where it is"

"On where it is, what is it?" Harry asked.

"V-Voldemorts Father's goblet" Hermione replied.

"You think it is his Father's goblet?" Ron asked unsure if he agreed.

"Almost positive"

"Almost?" Harry said with a squeak.

"Well yes nothing is for sure"

"I know what is, if we leave now we can be home within the hour" Ron said with a sigh.

"No Ronald we are not leaving"

"It's worth a try" Harry shrugged "But we'll have to find it first"

"Let's search then" Ron sighed. Hermione claimed the dinning room and kitchen leaving Harry and Ron to take the four bed rooms and the closets and bathrooms.

Ron followed Harry up the dingy creaky stairs the railing was a red wood with a gold staining on it. Dusty purple rugs lead up the stairs which with each step made a creaking noise.

The house smelled old, it was the only way to explain it. The walls were a cream color that looked gray, spider webs filled every corner and cranny; every door knob still a brilliant gold or silver.

Upstairs was like a fork in the road, you could go left leading down a hallway with four doors; two on each side, or right same as left. Then you could go straight ahead. There was a long corridor, with one door; Ron guessed it to be the master bedroom.

Ron looked to Harry for direction. Harry motioned for Ron to go left; and Ron did as he was told.

"Ron" Harry whispered before Ron went any further he was only feet away from the door. Ron looked behind him to see Harry where he had left him.

"Yeah mate" Ron whispered back.

'Why are we whispering?' Ron thought.

"The middle door, when you're done come back and well go in it together" Harry said looking at the door then to Ron.

"Alright" Ron said in a curious tone.

Ron watched Harry walk to the right corridor and grip the door knob, Ron turned around walked the rest of the way and put a tight grasp on the silver knob, it was dusty and cold.

He turned it slightly and it opened with ease. The door made a small creaking noise like everything else in the house did.

As the door opened a smell of lavender poured through his nostrils.

"What the hell" Ron said to himself as he walked into the closet, if you wanted to call it that. It was the size of his and Ginny's rooms put together. Although there were no clothes, the walls were a bright purple, the paint fresh unlike the rest of the house.

Ron looked around staring at the massive closet. It was empty except for a few small drawers and a chair.

"A bloody chair, they needed a bloody chair?" Ron groaned as he walked in, he pulled open the first drawer; it was empty, as was the other two.

"I'll take door number two, for eight thousand Harry" Ron said rolling his eyes as he walked out of the closet to the door straight across.

He looked to see Harry return from his own door as well. "Any luck?"

"None what so ever" Harry replied with a tone of bitterness "They didn't flush"

Ron couldn't help but chuckle at Harry's last comment "How rude"

Harry grinned "Yes quit rude if I might say o myself" He said in a sarcastic but joyful tone. Ron was happy to see the grin on Harry's face it was genuine something that hadn't happened since Fleur and Bill's wedding.

"See ya in a bit" Harry said opening his door. Ron grasped the golden knob and sighed.

There is it my baby, did you like? I really do hope so... Ok well Review and yada yada you know the drill.

I like the last part, and you may wonder why everyone seems to sad well FLASH backs come in the chapter after next, that's if you Review :)