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Draco laid on the cot, staring at the roof. The trio had just left Godric's Hollow, and he had almost been found by that blasted snake. He began to hate Nagini more and more.

I bet that snake killed my parents.

He had finally come to terms with his parents deaths after seeing the grave where Lily and James Potter rested. It had made everything sink in a little more. He had to survive, for his parents sake. If he died, then he would fail them. He would be throwing away years of work perfecting the Malfoy bloodline. He had to step up and be a man for once in his life.

He stood and made his way out of the tent. He was tired of thinking. Maybe chatting with Harry would brighten his spirits.

But Harry wasn't there. Draco looked around for the black-haired man. He could barely make out Harry on the ice, then Harry dropped through a hole. Draco carefully made his way onto the frozen pond. He looked up to see Ron standing on the bank. Rage flooded into him.

"I oughtta hex you to oblivion, you wanker," he shouted. Ron met his gaze.

"I'm sure you'd like to, wouldn't you," he snapped.

Their argument was cut short by the sound of someone banging on the ice. Draco race to where the sound was coming from.

"There's something at the bottom of the pond," he yelled. "Get it! I'll save Harry!" He smashed the ice and grabbed Harry's arm while Ron dove into the frigid water. Draco pulled the soaking man to the bank. He let go as Harry scrambled after his pants.

"Hermione," Harry called questioningly. "Draco?" Draco glanced at Ron as the ginger stood next to him.

With the sword of Gryffindor in hand.

Draco raised an eyebrow. How did Ron get the sword of Godric Gryffindor?

"How'd you get that," Harry asked. Both men were now staring at Ron questioningly. Ron shifted his gaze from Draco to Harry, then back to Draco.

"It was at the bottom," he answered. Draco nodded.

"Now another question," he intoned. "How the hell did you find us?" Ron lifted his hand, which held the Deluminator.

"With this," he replied. "I'll explain later. Where's the locket?"

The three men made their way back to the tent. The horcrux had been destroyed. It fought to stay alive, trying to scare the boys into running away. Draco had grabbed the sword when Ron scrambled away. He had nothing to fear anymore. He had nothing left to live for, anyway. He sliced through the dark cloud of smoke and hit his mark.

Now, Ron carried what was left of the locked.

"Maybe you should have been a Gryffindor, mate," Ron stated. Draco chuckled.

"You've said it yourself: I'm a snivilling little coward," he answered. Ron shook his head.

"You weren't running from fake spiders," he chuckled.

Hermione ran out of the tent and stared at Ron. Draco stepped to the side. This was going to be interesting.

"Where's my wand, Harry," she snapped. Draco almost laughed. She was so infuriated with the poor bloke that she wanted to hex him half to death as well.

"I don't know," Harry lied, tucking the wand into his waist band.

"Don't kill the poor boy," Draco called. "He did come back." She whirled to face him.

"Just because he came back doesn't change anything," she hissed.

"No, it doesn't," Ron mocked. "I only came back and retrieved the sword of Gryffindor. No, that shouldn't change a bloody thing."

"How long do you think she'll stay mad at me?"

The boys were sitting in the tent, gathered around a small flame Hermione had made to keep them warm. She sat just beyond the door, trying to stay out of the same room as Ron. Draco lifted his head.

"Just keep talking about that ball of light touching your heart," he stated. "She'll come around." Ron's gaze met Draco's.

"I meant it," he replied. "Every word of it." The trio smiled. Ron turned to Harry.

"I just realized," he began, "you need a wand, don't you?" Harry nodded. Ron reached into his bag. "Try this one. Blackthorn, ten inches. Stole it from a stunned snatcher." Harry grasped the wand and pointed at the flame.

"Engorgio."

The flame shot out of the top of the jar, on the verge of becoming an out-of-control inferno.

"REDUCIO!" The flame went back to being a small flicker. The three men exchanged nervous glances between each other.

"What's going on in there," Hermione's voice called.

"Nothing," they lied.

I know, it's short. The inpiration has died. So, I will be putting this story down until I can find more inpiration. But, if you guys review with some great ideas, I might be able to update a bit faster. :P So, review, review, review!

Love,

Avoline.