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Hey, guys! So I wrote this entire chapter today because I got a wonderful snow day thanks to the blizzad that terrorized the Midwest! I hope you enjoy it becaues I had alot of fun writing it.

Here we go...

So, here we were.

Standing around in the middle of a damn forest staring at a stupid locket that wouldn't freaking die...as you could tell I was extremely frustrated by this entire situation.

"Allie, are you sure there are no more spells that you can try? You are the Defense Against the Dark Arts wiz, after all. There has to be something you are missing." Harry asked from several feet behind me, sounding fully pissed off and impatient.

I spun at him and he instantly knew that this was not the time nor place to mess with me. "Look, just because your wand got broken at the Ministry doesn't mean you have to be on my ass when it comes to casting spells. You want to try to destroy it? Be my guest."

I turned on my heels, back to the locket.

All of my friends were a good distance away already but they took another step from me and the locket in case it backfired due to my raging emotions. I was just standing there, staring down the locket of Slytherin, with my wand twirling in my fingers as if it were a pen.

I had used every spell in my arsenal...including Alohomora which did, obviously, absolutely nothing. My foot tapped as I wracked my brain for something else but..."There is nothing! Nothing! If the advanced offensive spells that Tonks taught me didn't work on it then I don't know what will."

I twirled my wand one last time before placing it in my back pocket. I walked over to the stupid, frustrating thing and tried to stare it down on the large boulder we set it on. My eyes narrowed dangerously before I decided to jump onto the rock, next to the locket, and begin stomping on it with all of my vampire force.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!" Ron asked, clearly confused by my actions.

I sighed but kept jumping on it. "Well, if magic isn't working on it than perhaps brute force will..." I trailed off, realizing how stupid that all sounded. "And I think that is quite possibly one of the dumbest plans I have ever come up with." I sighed again.

"Yeah, considering you weigh about one hundred pounds, I'd say you don't have the man power." Harry snapped-he was starting to calm down though, I could tell by the tone of his voice- before coming over to stare at the unscratched locket at my feet.

I just shrugged. I turned from the center of the boulder, about ready to jump down, when my ankle rolled, and I began to fall face first toward the ground. I closed my eyes, ready for the impact, but it never came.

I opened my right eye then my left only to see Harry's face inches from mine. Somehow, he had managed to catch me in midair and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck in the process. My breath came in deep huffs for a moment as my heart rate slowed back to normal.

My eyes locked with Harry's and stayed there for what seemed like an hour. I felt myself leaning in, about to kiss him, when I realized that we weren't a couple. Honestly, we weren't even friends anymore. Because of me...

I cleared my throat and blinked quite rapidly. "Um, thanks." I said, nodding my head all the while to make sure he understood that he should put me down now.

Harry blinked a few times also before releasing my legs to the ground and then letting go of my waist; he grabbed the locket before taking a few steps back as if not being able to trust himself when he was so close to me.

Well...after what happened the other night when we practically attacked each other I'm not sure I trust myself to be within an arm's distance from him either.

I shook my head again, trying to focus.

"Okay, so you have destroyed a horcurx before, right?" I asked Harry. "What did you use then?"

"A Baslisk fang..." He answered, not feeling too optimistic about finding one of those laying around. Of course, it had to be something practically impossible to find that could destroy that damn locket.

I looked to Hermione. "I suppose you don't have one of those it that beaded bag of yours, do you?"

She shook her head.

"Great, so what do we do now?" I asked the three that stood before me.

My eyes instantly went over to Hermione, hoping that she would be the one to answer the question because if any of us knew it would be her. Hermione wrapped her arms around her torso, shielding herself from the chill of the wind. I could tell by the way she was staring off into space that she was wracking her brain from something, anything, to help us out but there was nothing. We both knew it.

I sighed as I turned back to Harry and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Harry. This is going to take a while longer than we expected."

He nodded, kinda pissed, but that was to be expected because we all were angry. I don't really know what we thought we were getting ourselves into but this wasn't it. The four of us knew that finding the Horcruxes would be hard, but destroying them? That was supposed to be the easy part, right?

I saw Harry look at the locket for a moment before placing the chain around his neck. "Well, I guess we'll just have to keep it close until we figure something out." He breathed out.

I looked at the locket and a sudden chill came over me. I walked a little closer to him and stared at it some more. "That thing...it holds a piece of Voldemort's soul." I said more to myself than to any of them. My eyes then went up to look at Harry's green ones. "I don't think any of us should wear the locket for too long. Who knows what kind of shit could happen?"

"There probably will be side effects to wearing it." Hermione agreed from behind me. "I agree with Allie. That thing has power that we don't fully understand."

Harry thought for a second before nodding. "Alright we will take twelve hour shifts wearing it until we figure out how to destroy it. Sound good?"

I nodded, so did my other two friends.

Once that was all settled, we went back into the bare tent-which held little more than a bunk bed, table, and a small wood-burning stove-and took a seat, planning out what the hell we were going to do next.

"We cannot stay in one place for too long." Hermione said. "We have charms and spells surrounding this site but eventually we will be tracked. Harry is Undesirable number one, after all. Everyone is looking for us."

"Wait," I said, my eyes widening. "Harry is Undesirable number one? That is so awesome! Do you have your face on posters and stuff? Like in those old western movies, right?" I stopped my rant to see my friends looking at me with raised eyebrows. I could have sworn a blush appeared on my face but I was not capable of that anymore; I looked down instead. "And that was incredibly insensitive of me. Being Undesirable number one is...undesirable."

We were all silent for a second before I looked up to see Harry and Hermione shaking their heads at me and Red smiling...well, at least he thought it was funny.

"Well, anyway, I think it would be a good idea to not stay in one place more than two or three days which means..." Hermione trailed off only for me to pick her sentence back up.

"Which means we have to pack up and leave again today." I nodded my head in agreement. "You're right, we can't take any chances."

"I think so too." Harry said, standing up instantly. "So let's get moving before it is too dark." He looked down at his watch, which, I noticed was not the one I had given him as a present for his birthday. "Which is going to be in about two hours."

"Let's get a move on it then." I said, also standing up from the rickety wooden table.

"Okay," Red agreed, looking down at his hands, and mumbling under his breath. The way he said that single word made me question if he truly was okay with this. None of us really asked his opinion but what we were doing was a given to keep us safe, right? Red wouldn't have a problem with that; it'd just be silly.

Harry and Hermione left the kitchen-like area and went to pack up our few belongs that we had scattered around the tent as I went around to the opposite side of the table and placed a gentle hand on Ron's shoulder. The redhead looked up at me but did not return the smile that I was giving him. Instead, he stood up and walked outside of the tent.

I didn't see it then but Ron was most definitely not okay.

I was sitting at the mouth of the tent, looking out at the new part of some new forest that looked exactly like that spot Hermione had taken us away from the night before. It was now my turn to keep watch after a long day of horcrux hunting.

We popped into a couple of Voldemort's old haunts, seeing if we could find any trace of his stupid soul holders but nada, nothing. The four of us were tired and cranky after a few hours and then it was time to go back to the tent and try to get some rest.

So now, here I was with a book in my hands and a blanket wrapped around my shoulders; it was beginning to get colder at night and that was going to be a big concern for us.

A laugh erupted from inside the tent-Hermione's-that caused me to jump. I looked up to see Hermione and Harry sitting at the wooden table with a book between them; from the looks of it, it was the book-the one that Dumbledore had given her- that Hermione was trying to translate from ancient runes into English.

I smiled over at my two friends before turning back to look outside: the coast was completely clear. The sound of footsteps came toward me and a second later Red plopped down across from me, his eyes directed at Harry and Hermione the entire time.

From my spot, I could see his eyes narrowed and his mouth curled up in disgust.

My eyebrows furrowed. "You okay there, Red?"

He shook his head before he finally turned back to me. "Yeah, fine." He practically spat.

My eyebrows furrowed even more. But then I looked down at his shirt to see the chain that contained the locket of Slytherin around it. So this must have meant that my theory was correct; it would totally explain Ron's PMS.

"Okay, then." I said, not really wanting to talk to him when he was acting like this. He was feeling...well, I don't want to say evil so I'll just say 'not himself'. I looked back down at the novel in my hands without another word. I don't know how long Red sat there with me, just staring at Hermione and Harry in the other room but it felt like forever.

Something was bothering him and I couldn't see what it was, strangely enough, because I couldn't see anything past the locket. It was acting as a sort of protective shield around it's owner which makes sense because Voldemort would have thought about all these tricks. What an ass...

Eventually, it was time to pass on the torch. I stood up, stretched, and handed the blanket over to Red. "Well, your turn to keep watch." I told him. "And, I'll take that off your hands." I said, taking the locket from around his neck.

Now, I know that it was supposed to be twelve hour shifts and Red's had only been about six but I figured I could handle the extra dose of evil a little better than he could. After all, I am pretty much born to be evil.

I threw the thing over my head and allowed the extremely cold locket to settle against my skin before moving.

I patted Ron on the shoulder. "Night, Red. See you in the morning. Hermione should be up to take over around three."

He mumbled his 'see ya later' before turning away from me and staring out into the cold, dark night; it caused me to sigh because now I knew that whatever was bothering him went deeper than this locket business.

I turned and moved farther into the tent to see Hermione already tucked away, cozy, on the top bunk. I stared at the one, open bed and thought about just how awkward things were about to get.

Speak of the devil...

The next second Harry came out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair as he went. He came to stand next to me and see what it was that I was looking at so intently. I heard him take a deep, annoyed breath before going over and taking the top blanket off the mattress

"I'll sleep on the floor. Go ahead and take the bed." He said, setting the blanket up like a make-shift cot and using his towel as a pillow. The boy laid down without another word.

"Thanks," I said barely above a whisper, before silently going to turn down the lantern on a bedside table and crawling into the bottom bunk. I placed my hands behind my head and stared up into the dark. The tent was completely silent with the exception of the wind rustling outside. And you know what...I felt strange.

I can't necessarily put a finger on why this was but I had an idea that it had something to do with the boy sleeping a mere foot away from me. I sighed, before, shamelessly, looking into Harry's mind.

He wasn't thinking about me nor anything else really except the cold that came with laying on the hard, chilled floor. Instantly, I felt guilty. I sighed again before rolling over and looking at the the outlined silhouette that was Harry.

"Hey, you still awake?" I whispered down to him.

I heard him grumble an annoyed 'yeah'.

I paused a moment. He was already crabby, did I really want to quite possibly put him in a worse mood? Well, yeah. At least he wouldn't be crabby and frozen to death.

"Will you come up here, please?" I asked. From the shadows of the floor I saw his head shoot up.

"What?" He asked, seriously confused.

"It's stupid for you to be laying on the floor when there is plenty of room up here." I told him, scooting over and patting the spot next to me.

I didn't hear him move nor say anything else. I looked back down on the floor to see him sitting there, staring my way. Sitting up also, I tilted my head at him.

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No." He said, still confused.

I shrugged, though I knew he could not see it. "Then come on."

Still Harry did nothing, causing me to huff in frustration. "I'm not gonna touch you, nancy boy, okay? I just don't want you freezing to death."

A couple more seconds passed before I saw him nod. "Yeah, okay. Thanks."

"Sure." I whispered before scooting over and turning toward the wall, facing away from him. I felt the bed lower slightly as his weight came to rest on it and warmth flowed over toward me. Technically we were sleeping in the same bed but in reality we weren't because I was under the covers and he was on top of them. Friends did stuff like that when the need would arise, right?

I closed my eyes, about to try and sleep.

"Hey, Allie?" I heard his whisper from next to me.

My eyes shot open but I did not turn to him. "Yeah?"

I waited a few seconds to see what he was going to say, my heart beating at a rapid pace the whole time. Finally, Harry spoke. "Um, just thanks again for sharing the bed."

I let go of the breath I didn't realize I had been holding and chuckled silently to myself. Somehow I doubt that was what he was really going to say but wasn't going to press it now. "Yeah, no problem."

I heard him turn so his back was facing mine and that was that. I closed my eyes and strangely, sleep found me easily for the first time in a long while.

The next morning I woke feeling unusually comfortable for laying on such a crappy mattress last night. I burrowed my face deeper into my pillow and sighed in contentment, not ready to fully wake just yet. But then...my pillow...it was moving.

My eyes shot open and I almost jumped out of my skin to see the predicament I was in. My pillow happened to be Harry's chest, still breathing steadily, still asleep. I had my arm wrapped tightly around his Qudditch toned torso and my leg wrapped around one of his; somehow during the night he had found his way under my covers.

But it wasn't just me that was like this. Oh, hell no. This wasn't just my fault.

Harry had one arm wrapped around my torso as I leaned into his side while the other one held securely to my shoulder. His cheek was also nested on top of my head; I could feel his breath against my neck because he was so close.

Oh, my God.

How the hell did this happen? Better yet, how the hell did I get out of this position without Harry waking up and finding out about it?

From above me I could hear Red snoring lightly which meant Hermione was the one out on watch.

"Help!" I yelled in a whisper, hoping she would come to my aid. But, of course, she couldn't hear me and the more I talked the more likely it was that Harry would wake up.

I guess I had to get out of this by myself.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to disentangle my body from his. I removed my leg from around his: success. Then I moved his arm from ,y shoulder to his chest which also turned out fine. Now, the hard part: getting out from his snake-like grip that was at my waist.

I pulled his hand off my waist and slowly dropped it onto the bed only to have wrap around me once more a second later-this time, tighter. I sighed as I tried again.

I kept his hand pinned down as I slowly stood on the mattress to climb over Harry. I got one foot on the ground and felt that I was out of danger. Feeling proud, I got clumsy.

Trying to get off the mattress quickly, I accidentally stood up too fast and hit my head against the base of the top bunk.

Pain instantly rushed to my skull. "Shit! Damn! Mothertrucker! Ow!" I cursed loudly, causing Harry to wake up. He sat up straight, startled by my sudden noise, only to bring me down from my very ninja like pose on top of him. My legs gave way and I crashed on top of Harry, chest to chest, and my face a mere inch from his.

The pain throbbing in my head seemed minuscule at that moment as I stared at Harry in complete horror. He stared back at me in complete confusion and at that moment, I forgot how to move. I couldn't get up. I couldn't do anything.

"What the bloody hell is going on down there!" Red shouted, popping his head down from the top bunk to get a look at Harry and I. "What...?" He asked when he saw us.

I pried my eyes from Harry to look at Red and then I remembered how to do something that I have always been very good at: falling.

I fell right off of Harry and landed on the cold floor of the tent, landing on my back.

"What happened!" Hermione asked, rushing in from the entrance of the tent with a blanket around her shoulders and that battered copy of The Tales Of Beadle The Bard in her hands.

"I-I-I-I-I fell." I ended up saying as I sat up. "Sorry, guys."

My eyes went from Hermione, to Red, and finally landed on Harry who was now sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me with unbelieving eyes. Without another thought or word, I vampire ran from the bedroom area and into the bathroom. I collapsed on the floor and took a death breath.

Next time, I was taking the floor and Harry could have that damn bed.

The next day we packed up the tent, apporated to a plain of sorts, and then began walking. We decided that it was a good idea to get some distance between us and the spot where we popped in; it would make it harder to track us that way.

I kept my distance from Harry because we hadn't talked since yesterday morning and I didn't really feel like it. He walked up front with Hermione, I walked behind them and Red was trailing behind me.

I walked in silence for a while before I became to bored to stand it. I turned back to Red to see him, once again, glaring and pouting. My feet stopped moving as I waited for him to catch up.

"Alright, bud. Wanna talk about what you're thinking? You've been acting weird for the last couple of days." I said, following in step with him.

His eyes broke from Harry and Hermione for a second to look at me. "Don't act stupid, Allie." He spat at me. "You know that something is going on between them, too."

My forehead wrinkled up in confusion as I watched Harry and Hermione's retreating backs. The two were laughing but it was nothing out of the ordinary; Hermione offered Harry a drink from her water bottle but that wasn't really weird either.

"No, I can't say I do, Red." I responded honestly only to earn an eye roll from him.

"Well, then I guess you are more of a bloody idiot than I thought you were." He hissed my way before quickening his step to get away from me.

I was stunned. What the hell, right? Ronald had not talked to me like that since the Yule Ball...since the last time he was jealous of a guy with Hermione. Coincidence? I think not. So even though his comment stung slightly, I ignored it, figuring that his anger was at Hermione not me. But even then he didn't have a right to act pissy because nothing was going on with Harry and Hermione...yeah, nothing was going on. I couldn't let Red's delusional thoughts turn me crazy too.

I continued to walk, trying to to think about it, but couldn't help looking up to glance at Harry and Hermione every one in a while.

We found our camp for the night at the outskirts of a small forest. Damn, how many freaking forests can the English country have? It seemed a little excessive if you asked me.

I was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee and and an old issue of the Quibbler...don't ask how I got them. It was a mission and a half to apporate into a convent store to use my five finger discount and the paper...let's just say I got my ass chewed out when I came back with it.

Ron was sitting at the mouth of the tent, standing guard AND wearing the locket, so it was best to leave him alone for now, while Hermione was attempting to cut Harry's hair.

I watched the two together, tapping my fingers on the table all the while. I found that I was being ridiculous for allowing myself to believe in Red's ridiculous theories; he wasn't in his right mind at the moment.

Thinking of that, I knew I better find the time to sit down and talk with Harry and Hermione about this. They should know what Red is saying and doing behind their back.

"You really shouldn't let me cut your hair, Harry. I'll just stick with helping you get used to a wand that isn't your own and trying to figure out how to destroy the horcruxes, okay?"

"Yeah, you find that Baslisk fang then we can talk about destroying the horcurx." Harry laughed.

I rolled my eyes at the two before starting a new article on a completely trashed page of the magazine that Luna Lovegood's dad was in charge of. I read the title:

Sword of Godric Gryffindor Stolen. Fake in it's place.

I read the article full through three times before I allowed my self to hope...it couldn't be. Oh, like hell it couldn't!

"Holy shit!" I yelled as I stood up.

"What?" Hermione asked, coming over to stand next to me and look down at the magazine article.

"Sweet baby Merlin!" I yelled again, a bright smile across my face. "Do you know what this means!" I ask, holding the article up for both her and Harry to see.

"The sword is stolen, so what?" Harry asked, not really sure what I was going on about. Perhaps he thinks I've cracked like I think Ron has.

"Yeah, the sword was stolen from Hogwarts! There is a fake hanging in the Headmaster's office!" I almost squeal.

"Allie, you need to connect the dots a little more for us, here." Hermione told me.

"Guys, come on!" I hold up the article and point frantically at it. "This here says the sword is goblin made."

"Go on..." Harry said, still not catching my drift.

"Honestly, don't you guys read?" I look at Hermione who raised an eyebrow at me. "Sorry, nothing personal. But, anyway, goblin made products have this magical quality of absorbing what makes them stronger...still nothing?" I ask, earning a shake of the head from both of them. "Harry, remember when you told me about the Basilisk and Ginny and Tom Riddle's diary and all that jazz that happened down in the Chamber of Secrets in your second yeat? The sword of Gryffindor was there with you, right? When you stabbed the diary with the Basilisk fang?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, it was sitting right there when I stabbed the thing..." I think it suddenly clicked in his mind and instantly his face lit up. "Oh, Merlin! And-And-"

"And the sword absorbing the Basilisk venom!" Hermione finished, also beaming now.

"Exactly! That is why Dumbledore left you the sword in his will, Harry! So you could use it to destroy the horcruxes!" I said, practically hysterical now. Final, a way to kill the damn locket and the rest of the soul holders that were scattered Merlin knows where.

"Oh, Merlin! I can't believe it! Allie Cullen, you are nothing short of bloody brilliant!" Harry said, picking me up and twirling me in a circle. He put me down a moment later and smiled down at me. "So where is the sword now? Does it say?"

Then, my face fell. I probably should have said this before we all got so excited. "Um, yeah...it does." I looked back up at the two of them. "It is thought to be in...the...Lestrange's vault at Gringotts."

Almost instantly, their faces fell too. "Oh, well. It might as well be at Hogwarts still because there is no way in hell that we are going to be able to get it out of there."

"Why do you say that?" I asked Harry. "I mean, you snuck into the ministry easy enough. Can't we get in there okay, too?"

"Allie, you don't just walk into Gringotts and pull a heist. It's not like a Muggle bank, the vaults go down miles below Diagon Alley. No human has ever managed to steal something from there." Hermione told me.

I looked up at her and smirked. "No human, you say? Well, it is mighty dandy that you have a vampire on your side, isn't it?" I smiled. "Come on, guys. We have to try. It's the only option we have right now."

The two exchanged a glance. "It's worth a shot." Harry said, shrugging.

"Alright," Hermione decided after a moment. "But we are going to need a great plan if we want to make it out of there alive."

I smiled. "Right, so here is what I'm thinking. We are definitely going to need some-"

The next instant the lights in the tent went out and we were left in complete darkness. The three of us looked around, waiting for an attack or some sort, when the lights quickly came back on to reveal Red standing a few feet away from us with a look of complete and utter rage on his face. "Planning another suicide mission without me?" He asked, his tone dripping with venom.

"What are you talking about, Ronald?" Hermione asked.

He looked from her, to me, then to Harry. "It seems that you and Harry just have been spending a lot of time together, thinking up pointless plans that will lead to another pointless mission that will not have any results."

I exchanged a look with Harry before taking a step toward the redhead. "Red, you guys made it to Ministry and retrieved the locket just fine. I don't understand-"

"We almost died trying to get it! And now we have been sitting in the bloody forest for a week now doing nothing but wasting our time searching for horcruxes that we will never find, starving and exhausted in the process. I am wasting my bloody time out here with the three of you-who clearly don't need me by the way- when I could be helping out my family!" He spat at not only me, but all of us.

"You knew what you were signing up for, Ron. We all did. No one said it was going to be easy-" Harry started, only to get cut off.

"I know I signed up for this but that doesn't make it any better that I am completely worthless to my family now! I have no idea if they are dead or alive or anything! I am just sitting here, listening to the three of you plan Merlin knows what that will probably lead to us getting caught or killed." He said, taking a step forward.

Ahh, so this is what all of these outburst were about. He missed his family; it all made so much sense now.

I took a few steps towards him, closing the gap between me and my friend. I put a comforting hand on his shoulder as I looked into his eyes. "Red, I get that you miss your family. We all miss them. I understand how you are feeling right now-"

The Weasley shoved my hand away from him and shook his head down at me. "No. No, Allie, you don't know how I feel. You know why? Because you're orphaned and alone. You don't have a bloody family! They're all dead!"

"You son of a bitch!" I heard Harry yell in anger from behind my back before pushing past me to punch Red square in the jaw. The next second, the two boys were rolling on the floor, arms flailing in the air and punching whatever they could get their hands on.

"Guys, stop it!" Hermione screamed as I rushed to them and pulled Harry off of Red by the shoulders. I forced him to stand up and placed myself between him and Ron. Harry was still trying to get at the redhead but I placed my hands firmly against his chest, holding him back.

"Harry, calm down, okay? It's okay." He didn't hear me, apparently, because he was still fighting to get past me. Hermione was now by Ronald, keeping him in check as well.

"Harry." I said his name soothingly as I placed my tiny hands against his cheeks, forcing him to look down at me. "Stop, every thing's fine, okay? Please."

The green eyed boy took a deep breath before nodding.

"I'm out of here." I heard Ron hiss from behind me.

"Wh-what?" Hermione asked, her voice breaking.

"It was a mistake for me to come on this bloody mission with all of you. I'm leaving." Ron said, as he tried pushing past Hermione to get to the mouth of the tent.

"Ron, no. You don't mean it. Just take off the locket and think about this for a moment, please! It's just messing with your head." She pleaded but got no results.

Red, however, did yank the locket off and throw it onto the ground before glaring over at Harry and storming out of the tent with Hermione at his heels. "Ron, please. Don't leave!"

Harry and I just stood there, waiting for whatever the hell was going to happen next.

A moment later Hermione reentered the tent with tears streaming down her face and complete defeat in her eyes. "He's gone."

I collapsed on the the step that led up to the kitchen-like room behind me, placing my head in my hands. I couldn't believe what just went down.

"Hermione-" Harry said, trying to comfort her, only to get cut off.

"I'm going to bed." She mumbled before going over to the bunk bed and crashing on the top bunk, her back facing us, as she went silent.

A second later I heard Harry sigh as he came to sit next to me on the stair. "I-I can't believe that he-he would do such a thing."

"Yeah, I know." I said taking my head out from my hands and deciding to rest my chin on my knees. "Him leaving like that? It's so strange."

"No," I heard Harry whisper.

I turned to look at him with a wrinkled forehead.

"I can't believe he would say those things to you about your family. You didn't deserve that at all." He told me.

I chuckled humorlessly. "He was just angry. He didn't mean it, I hope...but he was right. I don't understand what he is going through because I don't have a family."

I looked down at my knees for a second before I felt Harry's hand slide over to rest on my cold one that sat on the floor. "Don't say that." He told me. "Because if you don't have a family than neither do I and I don't think I can handle that. You have Jake and you have the Weasley's and Hermione and...well, you have me, too. You aren't alone."

I smiled slightly. "Neither are you, Harry Potter."

He smiled back before placing an arm around me, comforting me, and allowing me to lay my head against his shoulder. We stayed like that for a while, letting it sink in that Ron was actually gone, and wondering what we were going to do without him...what Hermione would do without him.

The idea made me shiver, causing Harry to only wrap his arm around me tighter and me to feel that perhaps Ron wasn't right, after all.

I wasn't alone. Well, not right now at least.

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