As months go by I feel like I'm in a daze. I have no idea how I'm able to get through these days as they slowly go by. I still think about that night but I always shake off the thoughts I have and try to focus on the present.

It's almost Christmas and the snow outside is thick and cold. I had cast a warming spell around the tent in hopes that it'll keep the snow from piling up on top of the tent and around it but on occasion a cold draft drifts in sending chills up my spine.

We still have the locket and still not having luck on figuring out how to destroy it. Ron seems to be the one who's affected most by it. It makes him have this mood swings that are hard to deal with. Sometimes we have to force the locket off him but the effects still linger.

It's hard seeing him like this.

I closed my journal after I reread the post I had written a few days ago. Since then he had left. The effects were too much for him and he had gotten mad and ran off. I was missing him terribly.

I had mixed feelings about him. I loved him, but was I in love with him? These past few days I had been upset and couldn't bear the thought of him being hurt somewhere, what little hope I had inside of me made me think that he was okay. Or at least I hope so.

I just don't understand what set him off so bad.

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Godric's Hollow

It had been weeks since Ron left me and Harry so we decided to relocate. Harry have been yearning to go to Godric's Hollow and I thought it was a good idea to get some answers on the Horcruxes.

We had actually arrived during the day since the village had been empty ever since Voldemort had reappeared. Harry been under his invisibility cloak kneeling at his mother and father's grave since we got there.

I wanted to give him some peace and quiet so I walked off into the silent village cautiously just in case someone was there. It was dead quiet. Almost too quiet.

I stopped and looked around feeling as though I was being watched. I sighed in relief when I saw nothing around me.

I stepped forward into rock path that lead into an alley way. I felt uneasy as I kept walking but bravely kept going.

'OOF' I sounded as someone wrapped its hand over my mouth and pulled me into a section of the alleyway that was gated. I tried to scream for help but the hand was heavily gloved.

"Please don't scream, I'm not trying to hurt you." A voice said softly in my ear. My eyes widened as I recognized the voice. "Do you promise not to scream?"

I nodded my head as they lowered their hand from my mouth. I turned around and glared at the blonde boy in front of me.

"What are you doing here? You should be in hiding?" He asked.

I gave him a dirty look as I looked at him, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be worshiping your Dark Lord at your manor?"

"Shut up, besides I'm not the one in danger!"

"I know very well that…"

"Shh, not so loud." He interrupted in a whisper.

I growled but lowered my voice, "I know very well that I'm in danger, in fact I shouldn't be here with you right now."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"And how can I believe you?"

"Did I hurt you the last time?" He demanded.

"No, but things are different."

"Let's just drop it. You're in danger, you shouldn't be so out in the open."

"I'll be okay. Why are you here? This is no where near your Manor."

"I needed to get out. I needed to go for a walk." He sighed.

"Oh, from all the killing you do? All the evil you do, you needed a break?"

"I don't kill. I'm not evil!" He was starting to get angry.

"I know." I whispered.

He glared at me for a moment before starting to walk away. He stopped for only a second before he turned back around, "You should put a concealment charm on yourself just in case. Get back to Potter and Apparate out of here. It's not safe."

With that last note he Apparated away.

I should have listened to him. I should have just gotten me and Harry out of there.

— End Chapter