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Chapter 12

The four of them were sitting at the table, waiting for the soup to finish boiling. Ron made a face. "Mione, are you sure you're the one that should be cooking?"

Hermione shot him a look that clearly told him to shut up. He was walking on thin ice and he knew it.

Harry also sent him a glare. "Don't be so rude Ron. Anything she makes will be better than what we ate when you tried to cook."

Hermione stifled a giggle. Ron turned bright red, "but she's terrible!"

Charlie laughed, "She really isn't that bad. I taught her a few tricks I learned from Mum."

Ron's eyes widened. "Really? Like Mum makes?" He could barely contain his excitement.

"Yes Ron," Hermione teased, "but if you don't stop being such an arse, you aren't going to get any."

Ron nodded, "I'll be nice, promise." He sent Hermione a smile, then glared at Charlie.

"So Harry, did you defeat any Horcruxes while I was gone?" Hermione asked, spooning some soup into everyone's bowl.

"Now Horcruxes are the things HE put bits of his soul into, right?" Charlie asked, trying to clarify things once more.

Hermione nodded, "Yes, and they could be anything! Although we suspect they all have some sort of sentimental value to him."

Harry nodded absentmindedly. "We destroyed the locket with the sword, Ron destroyed Nagini while we were in Godric's Hallow, and-"

"Godric's Hallow?!" Hermione shrieked. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you! Why would you go there? Harry, that was probably the stupidest thing you have ever done. Oh, you're lucky you both got out alive." She began muttering, stirring her soup with her spoon.

Charlie grinned. He'd never seen Hermione flip out on her beloved friends before. And by the way Ron and Harry were acting unfazed; he had imagined it had happened before. Hell hath no fury like a woman...

"But Hermione, we got the cup from the Lestrange vault! We have four horcruxes down, and one in our hands. That means there's only two more left!" Harry protested.

Charlie's eyes widened. "He made that many?!"

Ron nodded. "Oh yes, he's ripped his soul apart so many times. Murder. That's how it's done." He began to busy himself with his food. "It seems you have gotten better," he mumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Dumbledore destroyed the ring, I destroyed the diary, Ron destroyed Nagini and the Locket, and we have hufflepuff's cup. What could the last two be?" Harry mused.

"Perhaps the last item is something of Ravenclaw?" Hermione suggested.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, Hogwarts was important to him, so maybe he hid it there?"

Hermione nodded, "It's definitely possible. But it's not safe for us to go to the school, not yet anyways. I've heard that Snape and the Carrow siblings are a menace."

Charlie nodded, "People like Ginny are getting a hard time. She hinted that Dumbledore's Army was still alive. Isn't that the little group you lot had during your fifth year?"

Hermione nodded. "It was a good idea, and I'm glad they're still using it."

Harry finished his soup. "Charlie, do you want to be the one to destroy the cup?"

"Ummmm. I don't know?" He answered honestly.

"Go on Char. You're a part of this now," Hermione encouraged.

Ron huffed in the corner. "Ronald, you already destroyed two; let someone else have a turn!" Hermione scolded him.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, I'll do it."

Harry and Charlie went outside. "Now it might put up a bit of a fight," he warned Charlie.

Charlie nodded, gripping the sword tightly. He took a deep breath, and then swung the sword down on top of the cup. A large hiss escaped it, and then the cup exploded, shattering into a million pieces.

Charlie stumbled backward, dropping the sword. He had done it. He had destroyed a piece of Him. He had just made a stride in this way. He turned to Harry, grinning.

Harry smiled back. "Great job Charlie." Harry went to take a step forward, but stopped, clutching his head.

"Harry!" Hermione cried out, rushing towards them, Ron following close behind.

"Harry, can you hear me?" She asked, holding him in her arms.

"Mehhhh," he grumbled.

Hermione chuckled, "Meh?"

Harry nodded. "My scar was hurting. The pain has faded though."

"What did you see?" Ron pressed.

"I think he knows. He was angry, real angry. We need to hurry." Harry said worriedly.

Hermione sighed. "All right, we need to start packing."

"Where will we go next?" Charlie asked.

Harry shrugged, "I think we should make our way towards Hogwarts. Perhaps the Forbidden forest?"

Ron shook his head. "I'm not going back there!"

"Why?" Charlie asked raising his eyebrows.

"The spiders! Who knows how big they gotten over the past years!" Ron shook his head. "We're not going there."

"Ron, do grow up," Hermione growled.

"Yeah Ron, I mean, where else can we go? It's too dangerous for us to apparate straight into Hogsmeade." Harry said.

"There's Death Eaters everywhere surrounding the castle," Charlie added.

"Fine," Ron grumbled. "We'll go to the Forbidden Forest."

"Okay good, now hurry up and start packing everything up." Harry said.

Hermione made her way towards the brook. She was going to grab some water before they left. Charlie trailed behind her.

He gently wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. She inhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

"I'm so worried," she admitted quietly.

Charlie kissed her neck. "I know you are, but we'll be okay. You're smart, and Harry's smart. We'll be fine."

"Oh Charlie, I'm just so nervous. What if we get caught? No one else knows what we're doing. If something happened to all of us, the world will be doomed." She whispered.

"It's a lot of pressure, I know that. But I'm confident in our abilities. I don't particularly like Ron, and Harry's all right, but I know we make a good team together. We all have strengths, and we'll cover each others weaknesses." Charlie assured her.

Turning her around, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Hermione kissed him back, pressing her body against his.

She broke the kiss gently. "Come on, let's get back to the camp." She put the water in her backpack, and then laced her hand with his. The two of them made their way back to the camp.

"We're in a hurry, so let's go," Harry suggested quickly.

"Why? Does Voldemort know where we are?" Ron asked.

"He does now!" Charlie shouted.

The four of them froze when they heard the distinct sound of apparation. "Oh Merlin," Hermione whispered.

"Run!" Harry shouted.