"I'm sorry sir, this is a lot to take in and I'm not sure what exactly it is that you're implying." Harry said, his head still spinning.

"Although I cannot be entirely certain." Dumbledore began carefully, "I believe we have found a way for you to survive yet another killing curse."

Harry felt as though the air had been pulled out of his lungs. The past few weeks had been a rollercoaster; from the progress they had made on the horcruxes to finding out he was one himself. From being filled with hope, to losing it, and only just a few brief hours earlier to promising to seek it out once more.

Harry had been burned so many times. He had allowed himself to believe that he would make it through this alive and well only to have his belief torn away from him at every turn. He wanted to hope, he really did, but he was wary. He looked up and could see Dumbledore giving him a sad smile.

"Harry." He called softly.

"Yes, sir?" He replied, lowering his eyes.

"Look at me." Dumbledore commanded gently. Harry complied, fighting the tears that were blurring his vision and rolling down his cheeks. "I know you don't want to believe again only to have it proven false, but I want you to lower your occlumency shields for a brief moment."

Harry considered the request and nodded once more. He closed his eyes and retreated into his mind, opening it up to the headmaster. When he opened his eyes once more Dumbledore was still looking at him with a gentle expression.

"May I?" He asked politely.

"Okay." Harry responded looking into the light blue eyes of his mentor. Harry felt the headmaster enter his thoughts and had to push down the near instant urge to expel the intrusion. After a few moments he took a deep breath and relaxed.

Dumbledore began to pour out his own emotion into Harry, and he could feel the genuineness of what the headmaster was feeling. He felt the pride that the headmaster had for him and the young man he had become. He felt his sadness and anger at the life Harry had been forced to endure and the trials he had overcome. He felt the guilt the headmaster harbored for the unwitting parts he had played in them.

He felt the hope that he had, tinged with worry in case he was wrong, but genuine hope and optimism that this plan would work. He was showing Harry that he wasn't offering empty platitudes or improbable solutions, but that he really believed he would live through this.

Lastly, Harry felt something that nearly brought him to tears. A true, selfless, and encompassing love that the headmaster held for him. The type of love reserved for family, or the closest of friends. It reminded Harry that while his blood family may no longer be here with him, he still had a family here on this earth that loved him, not least of which was the man seated across the desk, doing everything in his power to keep him alive.

Dumbledore withdrew from his mind and Harry snapped his eyes shut, drawing in a staggered breath and then another. He took a few more deep breaths and steadied his breathing, his eyes still closed.

"I am as hopeful as I have been since I discovered the truth of the horcrux that lies within you." Dumbledore said finally. "And I mean this when I say it to you. I will do everything in my power to ensure you survive this encounter, and I truly believe that you will."

Harry finally opened his eyes and looked back across the desk at his headmaster, his mentor, and someone who had become his family. "I believe you." He said at last. "I believe you, sir." He drew in another deep breath and strengthened his resolve. "So, I just need to wear the hallows when I fight him?"

Dumbledore considered for a moment. "It is impossible to say if you simply being the master of the hallows is enough or if you must wield them as there is no history, anecdotal or otherwise, for us to base this off. I do believe that we should take this on as safely as possible and that would mean when we allow him to strike you with the killing curse — and a killing curse would be the safest option — you should have all three on your person."

Harry nodded "I'm scared sir." He allowed himself to admit. "I keep saying that I'm okay with dying but I'm scared."

"I would be more concerned if you weren't, Harry." Dumbledore told him softly. "We will make sure you are ready, and I will do everything in my power to ensure you survive. That is my promise to you."

Harry remembered the love that Dumbledore had allowed him to feel a few minutes prior and believed him. "Thank you, sir. I— I'm ready."

Dumbledore smiled. "Good. With this revelation I believe that at this point, time is now against us. The longer we wait, the more we risk Voldemort discovering multiple horcruxes have been destroyed or that we possess the hallows. Once we locate the penultimate horcrux, which I still believe to be Helga Hufflepuffs cup, we will spring a trap for Voldemort."

"But what about the snake sir?" Harry interrupted.

"After we have sprung our trap, Severus will make his way to Malfoy Manor whilst in possession of the sword. He will destroy the snake and attempt to subdue as many of the death eaters as possible." At Harry's skeptical look Dumbledore chided him. "I trust Severus with my life Harry, and he will be accompanied by Sirius and other members of the order as well."

Harry didn't like the idea of Snape possibly leading his godfather and other members of the order into a trap, but he did feel better knowing Sirius would be there. "Any ideas on the trap for Voldemort?"

Dumbledore frowned. "A few, but I will think more about them before I present them to you. For now, our sole focus must be on the cup and where it could be."

"I've been thinking about that actually." Harry replied. "It seems like Voldemort was very deliberate with hiding them and he put them in places that he had emotional connections to." Harry paused for a moment to collect his thoughts and Dumbledore gestured that he continue. "But Malfoy had one that he was holding on to, and Voldemort also trusted Sirius' brother enough to show him where one was as well. What if there's a death eater or a former death eater that may have knowledge that we can get out of them?"

Dumbledore considered for a moment and then began to think aloud. "That is a good point, Harry. It appears Tom did hold a certain level of trust for those in the inner circle. Enough so that he trusted them with the location of his horcruxes or the horcruxes themselves, unbeknownst to them of course, otherwise Lucius would have never slipped Ginny the diary so carelessly."

Harry nodded. "Exactly."

"Other members of the inner circle at the time of the first war excluding Lucius and Regulus included Rosier, Lestrange, Selwyn, Jugson, Rowle, Rockwood, Dolohov, and Travers. Less likely but still possible are Barty Crouch Jr., Crabbe, Goyle, McNair, Gibbon, and a handful of others, but it does give me a place to start."

Harry could see that the headmaster was already thinking through the problem and coming up with plans in his head, so he stood to excuse himself. "Thank you, sir. For everything." He said snapping Dumbledore out of his thoughts.

"Of course, Harry. My door is always open to you. I will let you know if anything comes of my searches into the other death eaters. Meanwhile, I would ask that you get some rest. It has been a long and turbulent few weeks for you and some sleep would do you well."

Harry nodded and began to make his way out of the office, but Dumbledore stopped him. "Don't forget the wand Harry, and the stone."

Harry looked at the two items, still on the desk where the headmaster had slid them and then back to Dumbledore. "Why don't you hold onto them for now, sir. We can begin practicing with them at our next lesson." Dumbledore gave him a proud look and Harry finished making his way out of the office. He would keep his promise of mirror calling Daphne and he was sure Hermione and Ron would be up waiting for him despite the hour, but as soon as he was finished, he would take Dumbledore's advice and sleep.

Daphne found Tracey, Ron, and Hermione where they had said they would wait for her. As she approached them, she tried her best for a smile, but it faltered slightly and instantly Hermione had rushed to one side of her and Tracey to the other, consoling her.

Daphne saw the concern on their faces and wanted to tell them everything was okay, but she couldn't say that, really. Instead, she mumbled to them. "The plan worked. He told me what was going on and we're together again."

Hermione reacted first. "That's great news, Daphne!" She said, pulling her into a hug, but Tracey looked at her suspiciously.

"Somethings still wrong." Her longest friend said quietly. A question in her eyes as she glanced at Daphne. 'Are you okay?'

Daphne looked at them and threw up a quick privacy spell. "Harry was okay with us telling Tracey about the horcruxes." She said instead of answering her. "Hermione, would you mind explaining it? You have a better understanding than I do."

Hermione nodded and went into the same mode she often did in classes when an instructor asked a particularly difficult question that she knew the answer to. Daphne listened idly and watched Tracey's expressions as Hermione's explanation progressed.

She saw the horror and disgust color her best friends face as she listened. When Hermione finished her answer Tracey looked at Daphne. "Harry broke up with you because he found out that you-know-who had one of those hor-trucks?"

"Horcrux." Daphne corrected gently. "And no. Voldemort didn't have just one horcrux." Tracey flinched at the name and Daphne rolled her eyes. "He had six."

Tracey gasped and then looked at Ron and Hermione who continued to sit there sadly, but unfazed at the news. "I feel like you guys are finding this all a little underwhelming for what I've just heard. He made six of those things?"

Daphne saw Ron look at her sadly and sigh. "We already knew that. Harry has been working with Dumbledore to destroy them throughout the year. Last I heard they had gotten three out of the six and Harry mentioned he was trying to destroy another last night."

Tracey looked at Daphne sadly. "Holy shit. Maybe I was being a bit too rough on him." She said apologetically, but Daphne waved her off.

"Harry adores you. He loves that you don't treat him like glass or revere him."

Tracey smiled sadly. "So, if that's not the big news, then what is?"

Daphne took a deep breath. "There's a seventh horcrux." She watched their faces as she spoke. They looked shocked, but not too worried. 'What was one more?' they were likely thinking to themselves.

She steeled herself, trying to hold the tears at bay and failed. "Apparently Voldemort was ready to create a horcrux the night he killed Harry, but when his spell didn't work and he accidentally killed himself, the soul fragment he had split latched onto the closest living thing."

Hermione understood first and raised her hand to her mouth in shock. Ron and Tracey glanced at each other in confusion.

It was Hermione's voice that broke out next. "The scar?" She asked and Daphne could only nod.

"Wait." Ron said, realization dawning on his face. "Harry's a horcrux?"

Daphne couldn't reply, but the look she gave him must have been all the confirmation he needed.

"Can they get it out?" He asked and Daphne could only shake her head.

"Dumbledore's looking for a way." She said between her tears. "But they think the only way the horcrux can be destroyed is by destroying whatever it's inside of. The reason Harry wanted to be alone, the reason he broke up with me and didn't speak to you guys" She continued, fresh tears springing into her eyes as she spoke, "was because he has to die for Voldemort to die. He was trying to make it easier for us."

Tracey hugged her then and Daphne's sobs began anew. Ron and Hermione began to cry as well. They sat there in their hidden spot on the grounds holding one another, comforting each other, and thinking sadly of their friend, the kind and undeserving soul that fate had seemingly decided to curse. They sat there until the sun began setting and the chill in the air forced them inside.

Hermione gave Daphne a large hug at the castle entrance and ran off to the defense classroom, intent on getting a note for the restricted section from Tonks so she could begin looking for possible solutions. Ron also gave her an awkward hug, telling her he was there for her should she need anything, before following behind Hermione, a determined look on his face.

After the lions had left, Tracey led Daphne to the dungeons and their dorm. She climbed into her bed with her and held her as she cried. Daphne had tried so hard to be strong for Harry when he had told her, she had willed herself not to break down when he had sobbed clinging to her, but the truth was that part of her had broken. She thanked whichever deities were watching over her for the umpteenth time that she had a friend like Tracey Davis.

The crying and emotional toll of the day had tired her, and that, in combination with Tracey softly stroking her hair, had nearly lulled her to sleep when her pocket heated and vibrated. She snapped awake instantly pulling it up and accepting the oncoming connection. At the other end she saw Harry who looked at her and gave her a soft smile that almost made her forget the last long hours.

"Hey Daph." He said softly. "I think I have good news."

Daphne paced back and forth three times in front of the seemingly innocuous stretch of wall that hung across from the portrait of the dancing trolls. As she finished her third pace, a wooden door materialized in front of her.

She entered and shut the door behind herself, settling onto the comfortable couch near the fire. It was the same room that Harry had used for their valentine's date just a bit over a month prior, but that date had felt like an eternity ago now, a lifetime passed. She didn't have to wait long before the door opened, and Harry entered the room. She stood to greet him with a hug, a kiss, and a muttered "You're late." before they sat back down together.

She snuggled into him aggressively. "It feels so silly having classes with everything else that's going on." She said into his chest and Harry gave a soft chuckle that made her heart leap. She hadn't heard his laugh in so long.

"You're telling me." He responded and she held onto him even more tightly.

"So, you were very vague on the mirrors last night, other than telling me it was good news, and I've been waiting all day to talk to you. What was it exactly that you guys discussed."

Harry took a deep breath and then began recounting his evening. He told her about the children's book that her mother would read to her before bed. He went over the hallows and how they were more than just a fairytale. He explained how he, by sheer luck and circumstance, had become the master of each of the hallows and with that, the master of death.

Had this been coming from anyone else, Daphne wouldn't have believed a word they said, but she knew Harry and most importantly she saw that he seemed to have faith that it might work. She hugged him so tightly she thought she might break him, but Harry didn't seem to mind. "Oh Harry, that's incredible news!" She gushed finally after he finished his retelling, and he smiled.

She had spent much of her free time today scouring any book that she though may have even the slightest chance of helping, even using Hermione's note from Tonks to browse the restricted section, but now her deepest desire seemed to have been answered as though by some miracle, like a god had been listening to her silent prayers.

She couldn't believe just how lucky they were that everything seemed to go right, but after all the hell that fate had put Harry through for the entirety of his life, it seemed as though things may finally be falling their way and slowly making up for it. "He's certain it'll work?" She asked.

Harry looked at her with a sad smile. "It's not guaranteed because this is all so new, but Dumbledore believes it will. Really believes it." Daphne nodded, unsure if she properly believed it too, or was just latching on to whatever hope she could. "We just need to focus on the last horcrux besides Nagini now, and then Dumbledore wants to confront Voldemort as quickly as possible." He told her. "He says that the more time that passes, the higher the likelihood that he finds out what we're doing."

Daphne nodded. "That makes sense. Taking our time would have been fine if we didn't have a plan for you surviving the killing curse, but now that your survival looks more likely, the sooner we can get this done the better." She replied. "Does Dumbledore have any leads?"

"We discussed the possibility of a death eater being in possession of the horcrux and he listed some names of people Voldemort may have trusted." Harry answered and Daphne considered it.

"He has trusted other death eaters before, so it isn't a far-fetched idea to believe he may have trusted others. What were the names?" She asked.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he recollected the names Dumbledore had told him. "There was Rosier, Lestrange, Selwyn, Jugson, Rowle, Rockwood, Dolohov, and Travers. And then he said less likely but still possible were Barty Crouch Jr., Crabbe, Goyle, McNair, and Gibbon." He recited. "He said there were a few others, but he didn't mention them by name."

"Wait." Daphne said crinkling her nose as she thought. "Gibbon as in Sylvester Gibbon?" Harry shrugged in response.

"He didn't list a first name, just the last."

Daphne considered for another moment. "It has to be." She said finally. "My fathers cousin was married to him. They both died during the first war, but I didn't realize that he was a death eater." She said frowning. Her father either didn't know, or the more likely truth, he hadn't told her that someone she was related to had served the Dark Lord.

"Um, I'm sorry for your loss?" Harry said, sounding unsure, but Daphne waved him off.

"She died when I was barely born, it doesn't matter. What matters is that her husband was the last of his line and after her death all their belongings and vaults defaulted back to my father. He could check and see if he finds the cup!"

Harry looked at her hopefully. "It could be dangerous. Dumbledore and I should probably be with him." Daphne couldn't help the swell of affection that rose in her at his selflessness and his desire to keep others safe and kissed him to show her appreciation.

"It should be fine. If Voldemort did give it to them, it probably wasn't cursed, and if it was, the curses wouldn't affect my father as the magic would see him as the intended recipient." Harry looked unsure but Daphne gave him another kiss. "He'll be fine Harry, and chances are the cup wasn't even with them."

At that Harry relaxed. "I wonder if there's anyone else who might have access to death eater's belongings that may be willing to let Dumbledore take a peek. I'll let him know about this tomorrow."

Daphne cuddled him closer. "Tomorrow sounds perfect. For the rest of the evening, you're mine Potter." She said and then pushed him flat on his back on the couch. It had been weeks since they had a proper snog and Daphne was ready to make up for lost time.

Nearly a week had passed since Harry had found out about the hallows. He had informed Dumbledore of Daphne's idea regarding the horcrux the day following their encounter and Dumbledore had thanked him and had even met with Daphne's father to go over his cousins belongings, but the search came up empty.

They had also had a few training sessions with Harry practicing with the elder wand and it had gotten to the point where Harry was not only holding his own against the headmaster, but consistently besting him.

The wand was incredible to say the least. Harry didn't know how to describe it in words, but the best he could come up with was that it felt like an extension of himself. His holly wand felt comfortable and safe, but at the end of the day it remained a tool that he used to channel his magic. The elder wand felt like a body part. When you want to raise your hand or close your fist, it just happens without the need to think. Likewise, when Harry wanted to cast a spell, it just came out. He didn't need to say the incantation and at times it felt like he wasn't even doing the wand movements. He just thought 'shield' and a shield materialized in front of him, or he wanted to send out a burst of flame and before the thought finished crossing his mind a wave of flame roared from the wand.

The wand also felt hungry. Almost like it wanted to go out and pick a fight. When Harry was using it, he had to control the desire to just look for trouble. He understood then why so many others had gotten careless and lost the wand. Strangely enough when he donned the ring simultaneously, the desire abated. He felt balanced. Like the whole world had been crooked his entire life and suddenly he stood on level ground.

With both the cloak and ring on the wand seemed to increase in power and decrease in anger. He felt truly unstoppable. He had been using the elder wand daily now at Dumbledore's request and the headmaster had placed a glamour over it to keep others from growing suspicious. As Harry made his way to the headmaster's office, the wand sang out to him in his hand, anticipating the training and dueling they would be undergoing soon.

He made his way up the spiral staircase and into the room and immediately could tell something was different. Dumbledore was standing in front of his desk instead of seated behind it as he usually was. "Harry." The headmaster called out in recognition, turning to face him.

Harry noticed that Dumbledore was holding the sword of Gryffindor and seemed to be perspiring. "Sir? Are you alright?"

"I am indeed." He responded. "I had good news and was waiting for you to arrive to share it with you." He stepped to the side and on the desk behind him Harry could now see the still smoldering remains of a golden chalice with runes carved all along the top.

"Is that —"

"Helga's cup?" Dumbledore finished for him. "Yes, it is. An artefact that would fill with any potion needed at the request of the beholder, but he had tainted it as he did the others." He said sadly. "I was planning on awaiting your arrival so we could destroy the chalice together, but the defenses Voldemort had placed over the cup began to work and I needed to act quickly."

"How did you find it?" Harry asked, his mind racing. "And why didn't you bring me along to help you get it?"

"We actually have Daphne to thank for its procurement." Dumbledore replied only adding to Harry's confusion. "You see, her idea to search out wizards and witches that may have access to prior death eaters' vaults opened a few doors. The simplest was having Sirius, who was never tried and therefore never lost his head of house status, seize control of the Lestrange vaults."

"Sirius is related to the Lestrange's?" Harry asked confusedly.

"No, but Bellatrix is his cousin on the Black side. Rodolphus and Rabastan were the last two remaining from the Lestrange line after Alastor killed their father during the first war. With neither of them having children and both being sentenced to life in Azkaban, the vaults defaulted to Bellatrix and by extension her old house, ultimately falling back to Sirius.

"Sirius first checked the ancestral Lestrange home, but it would appear that following their breakout from Azkaban, that they had made their way back to their childhood home and completely stripped it of anything of use or value. There were also fresh traps waiting for anyone who may have wanted to follow them." He continued.

"But, after checking the home, Sirius made his way to Gringotts under the guise of Polyjuice. The goblins, who do not care much for wizard law, ignored his criminal status and allowed him entrance as he had never been tried. He had asked them to lead him to the vault that once belonged to Bellatrix, and they were happy to do so."

"They were happy to help Sirius?"

"As it turns out, Bellatrix, her husband, and her brother-in-law had been attempting to get into the vault and have recently become more… persistent." Dumbledore said. "The goblins were more than happy to help Sirius because of this and sure enough the cup was inside. He took it to Grimmauld and floo'd me immediately, at which point I went to procure it just a few short hours ago."

"So that's it then? We're ready to spring the trap and end all of this?" Harry asked.

"I believe we are, but the decision Harry ultimately comes down to you. If you feel you are not yet prepared, we can take all the time you need. But as I have told you in the past, I do believe time may be our most important factor moving forward. It is only a matter of time before the Lestrange's bribe the right person and discover the cup is missing at which point Voldemort will discover the rest are also missing.

"My fear is that he will grow cautious and may attempt yet another split of his soul." He said and Harry shook his head.

"There's no need to wait, sir. I'm as ready as I'll ever be and the sooner we can finish this then the sooner I can either start my life for real, or…"

He let the thought hang in the air, not wanting to say what the other option was. The option that ended with the 'avada kedavra' as opposed to starting with it. "It will work." Replied Dumbledore confidently. He couldn't be sure if the headmaster was trying to convince himself Harry, or the both of them, but he appreciated the encouragement, nonetheless.

"Then let's get started." Harry said.

Dumbledore set the sword down and levitated the cup into a bag similar to the others Harry had seen him place horcruxes in. He then cleared off his desk and sat behind it, gesturing to Harry to take his regular seat across from him. "The endgame is upon us, Harry. If everything goes to plan, at this time next week the horcrux within you will be no more and Voldemort will be dead. Are you ready?"

Harry looked at the determination in Dumbledore's eyes. "Absolutely."

"Then let us begin."

"I can't believe this is already happening tonight, are you sure you're prepared, Harry?" Daphne knew that he was more than ready and hated that she was even casting a shadow of doubt, but now that the time had actually come, she found herself extremely nervous.

"I'm as prepared as I'll ever be." He answered squeezing her hand tightly before loosening his grip again. She looked at him as he stared across the lake from their spot by the large rock and saw just how determined his expression had become. "It's like Dumbledore said, the sooner we get this done the less chance there is he finds out about it."

Daphne knew that it made sense, and it wasn't Harry's preparation she was concerned about. It was the hallows and the fact that their plan included him stepping into the path of a second killing curse in his life. "Harry… what if the plan doesn't work?" She said finally giving voice to her concern. Harry turned towards her as she looked away fighting to keep the tears at bay.

Harry let go of her hand and pulled her into him for a hug instead. "It's going to work Daph—"

"But what if it doesn't, Harry?!" She interrupted, her voice coming out louder and more panicked than she had anticipated. "What if the hallows don't protect you and you don't come back to me?"

Harry ran a soothing hand through her hair as Daphne cuddled herself as close into his chest as she could manage. She could hear his heart thumping steadily, pushing blood into his arteries and showing her that he was alive. She clung to him and to that sound desperately.

"Then the horcrux gets destroyed with me and Dumbledore finishes him off." Harry said softly. "Either way Voldemort dies and ultimately that's the most important thing."

Daphne wanted to scream. To yell at him and make him understand that his survival was the most important thing, his sense of nobility and his willingness to self-sacrifice be damned, but she didn't. No matter how hard this was for her she knew it must be a thousand times harder for him.

"But I promise you Daphne, I will do everything in my power to come back to you." He told her, still running a hand through her hair.

"You better, Potter." She said causing Harry to chuckle softly. He leaned back and pulled her down with him so they could cuddle properly on the grass. The sky was overcast but no rain was falling, and a warming charm kept away the cool and damp air, despite the early April chill.

Daphne couldn't be sure how long they lay there, but eventually the sun faded from the sky as night took hold and she thought back to nearly a year prior when she had first spoken to him at his trial. She ran through the school year and how it had led them to this point. From patrol partners to friends. From friends to something more, and ultimately to the love they had now.

If Harry didn't make it back, she didn't know what she would do. Just their breakup had nearly destroyed her, and the only thing that had kept her going was her determination to win him back. If he were truly gone… She shuddered and tried to shake the thought from her head.

She snuggled closer into him and closed her eyes. She breathed in the scent of him, trying her best to memorize it. She ran her hands over his chest and abdomen trying to memorize every line and every curve. When she reached his face, he placed his own hand over hers and brought it to his lips so he could kiss her fingers ever so gently.

"Daphne?" He whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I will make it through this, but if I don't I need you to know something." Daphne was prepared to stop him and tell him to save it for after he came back, but he pushed on. "I am so grateful for you. I've had people who loved me in the past like Hermione, Ron, and Sirius, but you taught me how to open myself up and love someone back properly."

He gave her hand another kiss and continued. "You are the single best thing to ever happen to me in all my life and I love you so much it hurts. Thank you for caring for me, for being there for me, for loving me. I hope one day I can find a way to repay you, but for now all I can say is thank you."

He sat up then and she followed suit. He wiped at his eyes, and she took a moment to do the same. "I love you too Harry. I always will." She said simply and then gave him a deep long kiss. After a few minutes Harry glanced down at his watch, the watch that Daphne had given him.

"Dumbledore wants me up at his office in a quarter hour. I should get going." He said getting to his feet and offering her a hand so she could stand as well."

"I'll come with you." She said and they began the walk to the headmaster's office together. They held hands as they walked slowly, and shared occasional words and kisses as they made their way, but sooner than she would have liked they arrived at the gargoyle guarding the statue.

"Be safe Harry, I'll be waiting for you at the infirmary." She told him as she gave him one final hug.

Harry called out the password and the gargoyle leapt to the side. "I will. I'll see you later Daphne. I love you."

"I love you too. Come back to me, Harry." She said and with that she turned on her heel and started to make her way down the corridor hoping she could keep herself together long enough to round the corner. She made it, just, and then the tears sprung out and the sobs began. She needed to find Tracey and Hermione quickly or she would drive herself mad with worry. 'Please be safe you stupid, brave, idiot.' She thought to herself. 'Please come back to me.'

A/N: Apologies on the slightly longer wait for this one. Regular old life stuff got in the way of some final editing, so please let me know if you notice any mistakes in spelling or grammar and I'll try my best to get it fixed as soon as possible.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading and all the support over these last few weeks. It is so appreciated, and I wish I could thank each and every single one of you individually. As always, I would love to hear your feedback if you care to share it.