Chapter Six:

Harry woke up in the middle of the night because he was lying on something hard. He went to examine the small object, expecting it to be some stone. Instead, he found Ron's deluminator. He must have lost it when he was helping Hermione into the tent earlier. Harry decided to give it back to him in the morning, but then he remembered something.

That deluminator had brought Ron back to them when he had left them a few months ago. He had told them something about light going into him... and he had gotten there, just by thinking about them, wishing he was with him.

Heart pounding in anticipation, Harry flipped the deluminator open. "Take me to the last Horcrux." He concentrated on the thought so hard his head started to hurt. But nothing. Harry didn't give up that easily, though. Maybe the deluminator just didn't take orders. "Please. Pretty, pretty, please-y." Nothing. "Please, would you, if it's not too much trouble, possibly maybe, bring me to the last remaining part of the Dark Lord's soul?" But apparently it was too much trouble. About half an hour and fifteen thousand tries of "Take me to You-know-who's stinking Horcrux" later, Harry gave up.

"What are you doing out here, Potter, did it get too cozy in there for you?" It was Draco. He sat down beside Harry. "If by cozy you mean getting kicked by you and having to tolerate Ron's exzessive snoring then yes." Harry sighed. Draco chuckled.

"Tell me about it. I mean, how does Granger even sleep through it?" Harry just shook his head, smiling. "So, you decided to sleep out here? Kind of cold, if you ask me." He shivered. Harry offered him his blanket.

"So, what are you doing?", he asked after two minutes of uncomfortable silence. "Just, you know, thinking and stuff." "About Weasley?", Draco asked. Harry looked at him in confusion. "Why would I be thinking about Ron?" Draco rolled his eyes. "The female Weasley, Potter." "Oh, yeah."

"You love her, don't you?" Harry nodded slowly. "I'm sorry you can't be together", Draco said so silently Harry wasn't sure if he heard right. For a while, neither of them said a word. Harry couldn't remember ever having felt more uncomfortable and he just wished Draco would leave.

"What's that?" Draco suddenly asked, pointing at the deluminator in Harry's hand. "Oh, this. It's called a deluminator. Dumbledore made it. It's some sort of enchanted pocket lighter. You can switch the lights in a room on and off with it." Draco took a closer look at the small object. "That's all it does? Sounds kinda lame."

Harry was about to protest, but he was too tired to get into an argument.

"Well, when Ron ditched us a couple of weeks ago, this thing brought him back." "He ditched you?" Harry shot him a look as if to say, 'don't ask'. Draco caught up on it and asked:"How did it bring him here?" "I don't know, exactly. He said something about thinking of us and this weird light getting into him and...bringing him to us." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Seems kinda fruity. Exactly the thing Dumbledore would design." Harry didn't bother to disagree.

"Harry, is that you?" Ron came out of the tent. Seeing Draco seemed to startle him for a second, and his face hardened but he said nothing.

"Hey, Weasley, sleep well?" Draco sneered. Ron just rolled his eyes. "What are you doing out here, it's freezing."

"Well, I was enjoying the solitude."

"Hey, why do you have my deluminator?" Ron pointed to the small obect. "Found it out here", Harry replied and threw it back at him. "You should take better care of it." Ron took the deluminator. "You know, I thought it could bring us to it", Harry raised his eyebrow to make Ron understand what he meant, "but it kinda doesn't work."

"To what?" Draco asked interested. The other two ignored him. "Damn, that was a good idea. And it didn't work at all? Did you really try?" Harry felt himself getting angry, but responded calmly, "Yes, I did, and no, it didn't."

"What didn't work?" Draco asked again. "Well, maybe...", Ron began, his voice trailing off as he stared silently, thinking. "What?" Harry asked. "Maybe... it can't take you there because you don't know what it is." "Where what is?" Draco asked.

"So, what you're saying is, that..." Harry could see where Ron was going with that. "That maybe it can't bring us there because we can't picture it-" "Exactly", Ron cut in, "But it could bring us to something we know." Harry nodded in excitement. "What the hell are you two talking about?" Draco demanded to know and this time Harry responded. "Maybe the deluminator could bring us to Professor Quirrell."