Ginny sank. Her sobs heard. Ron and Hermione crashed with her.
"Ginny, what happened? Where's Harry?" said Ron.
"He, d-dead." choked Ginny.
Ron and Hermione's eyes turned wide.
"He's Harry bloody Potter, what happened?" said Hermione, tears threatining to fall.
"He-he, told me that you guys know what to do, and he f-fell over that c-cliff." said Ginny. Ron was already crying a bi, and Hermione was already crying as hard as Ginny.
"We don't know what to do! Harry knows everything, and I only know bits!" insisted Ron.
And on that day on, we never found the body, even though we searched the sea, the rocks, everything. Ginny felt hollow, her only love, gone. But she had little hope left, and she'll never give up until the body is found. Meanwhile, all that commotion was the perfect disguise for Harry James Evans Potter. He figured everything out without the help of Hermione. Kreacher and the Black library helped him a lot. He looked for the real locket, he camped everywhere, always returning to Grimmauld Place every other day.
Ron and Hermione were failing to do their part, but always attempted to owl Harry with Hedwig. They looked far and wide. But they didn't find anything.
