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"We should take her to St. Mungo's."
"How are we going to do that? They've got control of the Ministry, why not the hospital too? Her family will get her if we take her there."
"Well what else should we do, Harry? She's obviously not well."
"I'm fine," I muttered, pressing my face against what I could only assume was Harry's chest.
My head was pounding and my body felt stiff, but I could hear my friends give off sighs of relief as Harry hugged me tighter to him.
"Joey, we were so worried," Harry said, softly.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes as the pain continued to shoot through my temples. The sun shone through the cracks in the tent, making my eyes hurt and the urge to cough came over me again but I choked it down. "No need. I'm fine now."
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
"Nothing!" I said, laughing exasperatedly. I stood to my feet. "I was just exhausted and hungry and worn down . . . forgive me if I'm not used to the whole camping out thing. . . . I'm just a spoiled pureblood princess after all."
I heard Harry shift nervously behind me as I moved to the kitchen, intent on cleaning up the mess I knew I made but it was gone. Of course I hadn't said anything to Harry last night. I was too upset myself over Ron and too . . . tired, I think. I couldn't remember much except that he had really hurt my feelings even if I hadn't said a thing about it.
"I cleaned it up last night," I heard Harry say. I turned to see that Hermione had left the tent, leaving us alone. "Joey, look I –"
"You shouldn't have cleaned it up, Harry," I said, turning from him again. "I need to push my weight around anyway, help out more."
"Jo, you were sick and tired and I upset you," he continued. "I didn't mean any of what I said last night, I swear. I was just mad and –"
"I'm not a verbal punching bag, Harry Potter!" I spun around, finally letting my own anger loose. "I'm not someone who you can just take your frustrations out on and neither is Hermione, no matter how mad you are! Those things you said last night hurt, Harry. . . . When I have been nothing but supportive of you! You're the only person I have left in this world and I care about you so much, but – but if that's the way you feel than maybe I should just leave to! But I've got no where else to go! No where but here with you and I didn't mind that! And then you have to go off like you did! I know couples often fight but not like this, not over something so – so s-s-stupid!"
Tears stung my eyes as I begin to choke, the coughs rattling my body painfully. I sunk to my knees grabbing onto the side of the table. Harry was in front of me almost immediately, a glass of water in his hand from nowhere. He held the glass up to my lips and I drank from it gratefully. "Thank you," I mumbled, pushing the glass away.
"I've got to stop getting you so worked up," Harry said. He lifted my face so that he could stare into my eyes. "Joey, you're sick. Please tell me what's doing this to you."
"Please don't worry about me, Harry. I'm fine. It's probably just – just a cold or something."
Harry frowned but he didn't say anything. "I'm really, really sorry. I really didn't mean any of those things I said last night."
"I know. I'm sorry too."
"You shouldn't be. I deserved all those things you said, so it's fine. . . . Are you sure you're alright?"
"Never better. . . . Come on, we've got work to do."
So we waited for Ron to return for a couple of days but when he did not we had to move for fear of getting caught. Hermione cried softly each evening and I felt bad because when I had had Harry, she had had Ron and now. . . .
We didn't speak of him though, and Hermione continued to study the Beedle the Bard while Harry and I would often pull out Phineas' portrait only to be told each time that Neville, Ginny, and Luna were continuing a steady mutiny against Snape and had reunited the DA. They were spectacular to say the least.
"Hey, look at this," Hermione said, coming from the tent with the book in her hands. She held the copy out to us to reveal a triangle with a circle in the middle of it and a line in the middle of the circle. "What do you make of this?"
"I recognize that," Harry said. "Luna's dad was wearing it at the wedding. Krum said it was the mark of Grindelwald."
We were all silent for a moment, contemplating what the sign actually meant.
"Hermione, we should head to Godric's Hollow," Harry said. "I'm sure we'd be able to find some answers there."
"You know, I suppose you're right," Hermione said, wearily.
"We've got nothing else to do. Might as well see if we can find anything out. We'll have to go in disguise though."
"I can handle it this time," I said, rushing back into the tent to get Harry's Invisibility Cloak. "Be back soon," I added, throwing the Cloak over my head, ready for the trip to the nearby village.
If any were to look out of their windows, they would have merely seen a middle-age couple walking down the street towards the cemetery with their twelve-year old daughter. . . .
But in all actuality (of course) it was Harry, Hermione, and I. And truthfully they wouldn't have seen us because we were wearing the Invisibility Cloak.
It was Christmas Eve, I realized with a sense of nostalgia as I looked around at the many different brightly colored decorations. How wonderful it would be to be so carefree but . . . here we were and so here we were supposed to be, in the midst of a war.
We entered into the dark graveyard, noticing first a gravestone that read 'Kendra and Ariana Dumbledore'.
"So he did have family here?" I said, dusting my fingers over the name.
"Look at this," Hermione said. I moved over to where she was peering at another gravestone. "It's that same symbol, do you see it?"
"Yeah. . . . 'Ignotus Peverell'. . . . Who do you suppose that is?" I stood up straight turning to look at Harry only to find he had moved off some gravestones down. I tapped Hermione lightly on the shoulder and she turned to look also, murmuring, "Oh, Harry."
Harry had his head down and his hands in his pockets as he stared at the gravestones. Hermione and I came up silently behind him, reading 'Lily and James Potter; The Last Enemy that Shall be Destroyed is Death'.
Hermione and I moved to stand beside him, Hermione waving her wand to conjure up a wreath to place on the grave marker as I gently took his hand in mine.
We stopped again after leaving the graveyard, standing in front of an old house. The top story was blasted off and the shrubs and grass overgrown.
It was Harry's old home.
There was a little plague that explained what happened and why they kept the house like this but . . . I'm pretty sure none of it made Harry feel any better.
We turned suddenly as an old woman approached us. A chill ran down my spine as she waved one finger at us, turning back towards the other direction. We were under the invisibility cloak and in disguise. How could she see us?
"Are you Bathilda Bagshot?" Harry called out to her.
She nodded, continuing to wag her finger at us. I looked to Harry who looked to Hermione and slowly we followed the woman back to her house, which was almost right next door to the Potters'.
The house was horrible inside, as if it had not seen a good cleaning spell in years. I looked around, noticing that there were like a dozen picture frames but all of the photos were missing, save a photo of a young blond boy.
Something was definitely odd here.
"Do you know who this is?" Harry asked Bathilda, picking up the old photo.
Bathilda didn't say anything. She headed for the stairs stopping to turn and beckon Harry to follow.
"Harry," I said, wearily.
"I'll be right back," Harry said. With that, he disappeared up the stairs.
"I've got a very bad feeling," I said, backing up towards Hermione.
"Yeah, I feel it too," she responded, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
I moved to the kitchen and plugging my nose I opened the fridge.
All the food was spoiled.
There was a loud thump from above us and Hermione and I jumped and, after a quick glance, pulled our wands and took the stairs two at a time.
Needless to say I wasn't surprised to see Bathilda's dead body and Nagini there, dueling with Harry, who looked towards us, frightened. "Voldemort's coming!"
"We got to get out of here!" Hermione cried, pointing her wand at the large snake.
I took a step to move towards Harry only to find myself being knocked back by Nagini's tail.
The wall really hurt.
And it didn't help that Nagini had knocked most of the air out of me.
Angry I pressed my wand right against her tail, scorching it. She hissed, turning towards me and rising to strike. Harry's spell hit her next, giving me time to regain my breath and hop to my feet to run towards my friends.
Hermione grabbed my arm and fired a horrible blasting spell that sent the three of us blasting backwards through a window! I wrapped myself around Harry, who was seemingly unconscious, and felt the awful pull at my navel as Hermione Apparated.
We landed in our hiding place, me dropping to my knees with Harry's head in my lap as he twitched slightly. It was while Hermione was putting up protection charms that I noticed a light smoke coming from Harry's shirt.
I used my wand to cut away at the garment, crying out when I saw that the necklace was burning it's way into Harry's chest. It was hot to the touch, almost burning off the tips of my fingers.
Hermione rushed over, looking up at me. "We'll have to use a severing charm. Hold him still and I'll get it off."
I nodded, moving so that I could press down on Harry's shoulders. I couldn't watch though, as Hermione removed the necklace. The sound was enough for me. "Got it," she declared.
Pressing the ripped cloth against Harry's wound with one hand, I smoothed the hair away from his forehead with the other. "Come on, Harry. Please wake up. Can you hear me? What do you suppose happened?" I asked, looking up at Hermione.
"I think he's having another vision," Hermione said, shaking her head as she wiped sweat from her brow. "Or maybe a bunch of visions. I've never seen him out this long. But in all affect, he is wearing Voldemort's Horcrux; it must have reacted is all. I'm sure he'll come out of it soon."
But he didn't. In fact, it was a good couple of hours before he awoke but I stayed right there while Hermione set up our things, making sure that his wound stop bleeding and smoothing his hair from his face.
He cursed in his 'sleep' but then sat up, confused and disoriented.
"You were gone for a while," I told him. "Are you alright?"
He nodded,but stopped, lifting his hand to his chest.
"The Horcrux was stuck to your chest," Hermione explained. "I had to use a severing spell to remove."
Harry nodded once more, getting to his feet and pacing a bit. I had a feeling he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight. He stopped, turning to us. "You two should sleep. I'll keep watch tonight."
"That – that might not be possible," Hermione said, glancing at me.
"What – why?" Harry asked.
Hermione and I had been trying to figure out how we'd approach the subject of his wand, but any way you looked at it, it was a horrible situation. Sighing, I pulled the broken object from my pocket, holding it up to him. He took it, shock on his face. "How?"
"I had to get us out of there some way," Hermione said. "So I used a blasting charm to at least distract Nagini so we could Apparate but – but something went wrong. My spell ricocheted and we were blasted backwards and . . . and your wand broke."
Harry started down at his wand, clearly in pain. "Well . . . can't we fix it?"
"It's not likely that we can Harry," I told him. "We'd have to be Master Wandmakers and –"
"Can we just try?"
Looking to Hermione once more I stood to my feet, moving to Harry and placing the tip of my wand against his broken pieces. Nothing happened of course, but we tried a few times.
Harry angrily stuck his wand into his back pocket, asking if he can borrow one of ours. I handed him my wand silently, missing it for a moment, before I led Hermione away, leaving Harry alone.
He just needed a moment to think was all. There was to much going on at one time.