AN: Hey everyone, sorry it took so long to finish this. I've struggled all day to get it just right. There may be mistakes located within and I apologize it was a real battle to get it the way I wanted. I hope you enjoy it. The following chapter will not be up until tomorrow due to my schedule. Thank you for you reading so far. Hope you stick around for the end!

Chapter 6: A Doe's Gift

Grimmauld Place, Weeks Later.

They trio had returned to the order's former headquarters after the close call at the Lovegoods, spending every moment of the day looking through books the female of the three had gathered on dark objects. There were only some that even mentioned the word "Horcrux". Each still had no idea on how to destroy the locket. They decided to take turns at night with it while keeping watch. They didn't know if there would be way for these "snatchers" to track them even with the fidelius charm in place. Ron had taken up listening to a wizard radio, mainly a station named Potterwatch hosted by Lee Jordan. It told the truth of what was going on in the world around them. It helped them to know of what was happening with their friends.

They only had two objects that they knew could destroy a horcrux; the sword of Gryffindor and a basilisk fang. There was no way they would be able to receive either as the fang would lay in the chamber of secrets and sword would also most likely be in the castle as well and they couldn't go there. The trio sat in the living room floor in a little circle listening to the radio.

There luckily hadn't been any bad news on the fate of anyone close to them but, there had been a couple of families murdered by the dark lord. Muggle-borns were being rounded up and forced to turn in their wands. The public was beginning to give in and turn to his side in effort to stay alive.

With worrying thoughts about if Voldemort had taken possession of the Elder wand, they were drawn to examine the other two items left to them by Dumbledore. They found nothing new about the deluminator but, the snitch detecting Harry's touch had four words appear upon its form.

"Opens at The Fold" Harry read the words aloud for the other two.

"Hm..It should have opened as snitches have a memory of the first touch they encounter." Hermione said in thought.

They didn't know but, decided to try to open it at a later time and then continued listening to the radio broadcast before it ended. Ron was the first to go upstairs to sleep leaving Harry and Hermione alone.

"Harry..You know how Ron only listens to the broadcast for news of his family?" She questioned. He nodded to answer her question.

"I didn't tell anyone this but, It's been on my mind the whole time. I oblivated my parent's memories.." She continued with a tear trickling down her cheek, a wet trail left behind.

"Hermione, I'm sorry that you had to do something like that." He replied, moving closer to her and taking her in his arms as more tears formed in her eyes.

She laid her head against his chest as the tears began to fall. She'd been doing everything for him and was afraid that she wouldn't be able return the memories to her family. But, there he was Harry Potter trying to comfort her and make her feel safe. There went the thoughts of her family changing to the possiblity of them.

At the doorway behind them, Ron stared out and saw the two together as Hermione stopped crying and with her around Harry. He hurried over toward them and stood in front of them.

"So this is what goes on behind my back?!" Ron shouted. "You just can't stop getting what I want can you Harry?"

He quickly summoned his things from Hermione's bag and put them into sack. Tearing the horcrux off and throwing it to the ground he made his way for the door.

"Ron!" Their two voices called out after him but it was too late as they heard the door slam. Ron apparated away, leaving them alone in the home.

Three Days Later, Friday

It was quiet with the absence of their friend, Ron's abrupt departure had surprised them. What had caused him to act out like that without thinking rationally? It was like the goblet of fire incident all over again.

Harry was lost in thought while they ate breakfast, Ron always jumped to conclusions. It was like Hermione was the only person he could truly trust. She stuck by him through it all. Without her would he be alive?

He looked up at her and smiled awkwardly, She returned a weak one but returned her gaze to the food and begun eating again. Kreacher walked to Harry from another room and handed him a letter.

"Master this is for you." He stated before leaving the room, holding the locket.

Harry took the letter and unfolded it, reading the contents to himself.

Dear HP,

I hope that this letter will reach you if I give it to Kreacher, he was with Ron. My brother arrived with Mum where we're staying, She found him when she went to diagon alley to get some things (Don't worry she was disguised). He told us that you are in the search of dark objects that will help in the defeat of You-know-who. As a cursebreaker, I'd like to help if you wish to it. I may have a way to destroy these as in Ron's words "nearly indestructible" items. Return a letter with Kreacher about where we shall meet. Good luck.

-Bill

"It's a letter from Bill! He's talked to Ron. " Harry exclaimed as Hermione quickly came to his side, He gave her the letter and she read it for herself.

"I don't think we should meet here. It wouldn't be safe. I know a spot though. Tell him to meet us in the Forest of Dean." She suggested, Harry quickly took a piece of parchment and wrote down what he was told.

"Let's get ready. We can get there and be ready for him. Kreacher!" Harry started, the house elf came as he was called. "Please take this to Bill Weasley. Thank you, Kreacher."

The elf took the parchment and with a snap he vanished. Harry and Hermione hurried and gathered all of their things. They needed to get to the forest quickly. With everything packed and both ready, Harry took hold of Hermione's arm and they apparated.

What they hadn't known was that the home still held a portrait of a black family member, Phineas Nigellus Black. He was former headmaster and had been in the home then over hearing their conversation. He quickly left and headed to the one within the headmaster's office.

When Phineas reached the office, he found the current head Severus Snape.

"Headmaster!..They're going to the Forest of Dean. The mudblood and Potter." Black informed him.

The thin man with his black oily hair turned around upon hearing the portrait's words. Snape quickly took an object from behind the portrait of Albus Dumbledore and apparated to the location with it.

Minutes Later, Forest of Dean

Harry and Hermione appeared in the middle of an open area. What they did not know is there was a man not far away watching them as he took an object and jammed it into the ground. The man then cast a disillusionment charm upon himself. His body began to blend with his surrounding making him to appear as part of the forest. With himself hidden, he quietly cast the patronus charm to where it wouldn't alert the two a distance away from him.

A silver doe emitted from the tip of his wand and awaiting for his instruction. He guided it toward the other two beings. The doe graciously walked toward them, the light it was formed of beginning to shine bright.

Harry noticed the doe first, Hermione quickly turned as she saw the light in her peripheral vision. The doe approached them then turned around with its head turn backed to them still.

"A patronus?" Harry the question escaping his mind, he with drew his wand and began to follow it as the doe started to walk away from them. Hermione followed it as well with her wand cautiously drawn.

The doe stopped as it reached a familiar sword that shined as the doe's light met with it before it vanished from existence. The Sword of Godric Gryffindor was there before them.

"Hermione, if this is a trap. I want you to leave no matter if it gets bad. Leave me behind." Harry instructed as he inched toward it.

"Harry wait!" She said quickly. "I need to tell you something..just..just incase."

He turned around and faced her, she stepped forward getting closer to him. Her cheeks were becoming red as she blushed at the thoughts that were traveling through her mind.

"I love you, Harry. Not..Just a a friend but, more." She admitted nervously while feeling as if a great weight was just lifted from her body.

He stood there staring at her in thought, frozen. How did he feel about her?