Harriet Potter

Ron and Hermione's camp was in the heart of Sherwood Forest, far away from the road. Even in the tourist season, few people would reach such a deep place in the woods.It's no surprise they refused to let me live in my tent, I haven't been alone for more than 1 minute since Apparating, and they kept it tacit when I went to the trouble of emphasizing that I wasn't going to run away silence.I can't blame my two friends at this point, but banning my vigil was going too far, and I argued, even - ironically - offering to keep Hermione on a leash until Ron borrowed While preparing food, he pulled me to the kitchen and pointed out in a low voice that this would only make the three of us unable to fall asleep.

It seems that Ron's cooking skills have improved considerably during the time I've been away. At least the sandwiches he prepared really look like sandwiches.When we walked out of the kitchen with tea and food, Hermione quickly restored herself to the posture with her limbs tightly bound and her eyes on the top of the tent. Ron walked over and put the plate on the small table, as if approaching a fried tail I put down three cups of tea on the table, put the tray aside, and sat obediently on the vacant seat, watching my nose, nose, and heart, maintaining a repentant posture that Aunt Petunia couldn't find fault with.After an extremely embarrassing minute, Hermione took a sandwich without squinting, and Ron ate it hungrily as if he had been pardoned.I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, but I was still not sure how much I was allowed to indulge, so I took a reserved bite like Hermione.Well, Ron's cooking skills have improved a lot.

"So what," I finally felt like I could talk as Hermione began drinking tea, "I know people are still sulking well, but can someone explain to me what happened to Snape?"

Hermione snapped the glass back on the side table, and Ron gave it a wary look and cleared his throat.

"Here," he said, pulling out what looked like a cigarette lighter, "we can hear you from inside."

"Deluminator?"

"It doesn't just turn the lights on and off, we've been listening to the radio on it for a while now. We heard your voice over there the morning after Halloween, like 'not quite' or something." Ron Said, I got a little hot in the face, remembering that Sirius was asking me why I left Ron and Hermione, "Anyway, I felt a little strange, so I turned off the light, but another light came out of the window. It was A ball of light, as if pulsating, blue, like that light around a portkey, you know?"

I nodded.

"The little ball of light was waiting for me in the air, and Hermione noticed it too. She asked me what was going on, and I walked out, and then it floated into my body."

"What?" I looked to Hermione for confirmation, and she gave me an impatient nod looking a foot above my head.

"It floated toward me," Ron demonstrated with his index finger, "up to my chest, and then it just— went in. Here," he pointed to a spot near his heart, "I could feel it , it was hot. As soon as it got inside me I knew what to do and it would take me where I had to go. I told Hermione and we packed things up as fast as I could and I took her to Disapparate To a cliff by the sea—"

"I've been there." I couldn't help but interjected, "I went to Godric's Hollow on Halloween, and when I was almost caught by the mysterious man and barely escaped—"

"You what?" Ron yelled and cut me off, and even Hermione looked at me for the first time since entering the tent.

"Uh, this..."

I recounted what happened in Godric's Hollow as briefly as I could, omitting unnecessary details, like the hole in Bathilda's chest, which I'm thankful it was dark enough for me not to see. The process of the snake appearing.Hermione covered her mouth when I saw Voldemort kill my parents through Voldemort's eyes, and Ron seemed to be chewing something spiky.

"...In short, when I got rid of that dream, I was already on a rock under the cliff. Because it was very close to the place where the locket was originally hidden, I think it should be related to the locket. It... will affect my conduct."

"We found blood on a stone under the cliff, and..." Ron said, looking at Hermione, who took out a small piece of silver from his pocket and threw it on the table with a sullen face, "We are changing Found this on the rocks below."

I picked it up and looked at it, and it was part of a golden snitch's wing.

"While the snake was entwining me, the locket, uh, lodged in my chest," I said, missing the expected exclamation, and Ron and Hermione looked petrified, "So , um... I had to figure out a way to dig it out. I broke something while struggling."

Ron's mouth fell open, and Hermione seemed to gag.

"Look, it's nothing, the wound isn't that deep." I said hastily, waving my arms a few times to show that I'm really fine, "After using Bai Xian, it healed up quickly, and it's already healed."

"Do you know what that looks like?" Hermione said in that storm-simmering voice, and I glanced subconsciously at the exit of the tent, "The blood on the rock looks like someone was tortured on it! Then We also found pieces of your stuff down there, what do you think we'll think?"

"I didn't think about cleaning up when I left," I said, "I didn't think you'd..."

"We thought you were caught, or killed!" Hermione complained. "We stole every newspaper we could find, and waited for the news that You-Know-Who declared victory! Every day! So many weeks , you didn't even think of sending us a letter!"

She was hysterical again, and Ron got up and put his hands on her shoulders, soothing her softly, revealing an intimacy they had never shown to me before.Hermione was clearly aware of this too, and pushed Ron away, giving me a quick glance as if to make sure I wasn't uncomfortable.But I'm not at all, and maybe the joy of being in the same tent with them again overpowers the rest, and I wonder if things are going as I'd hoped between them, but it's definitely not a good time.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely, and Hermione snorted back, "I couldn't summon a Patronus while wearing the locket—"

"How come?" asked Ron, and I seized on the subject gratefully.

"I don't know, but the locket has affected me more than you. That was the case when I sent Kingsley to the Hog's Head. I couldn't summon the Patronus, so I had to ask Aberforth to help." I said, "I'm often... not very sober when I'm wearing it, and I don't even think about not wearing it until I take it... off."

"But you took it off," said Hermione dryly, but she managed to look me in the eye. "Five weeks ago. As things stand, you haven't put it back on."

"Yes, after that I..." I hesitated, "Can we finish the previous topic first? This matter is a bit complicated."

Hermione looked at the top of the tent again, but I guess that was tacit approval.

"After you, uh, left, we went to 12 Grimmauld Place. You offered to live there and we thought you might go there," said Ron. "Speaking of which, guess who we ran into ?”

"It's not Snape, is it?" I asked half-jokingly.

"God, of course not, we met Remus. Did you know Tonks was pregnant?"

"Really?" I couldn't help calling out, it was a surprise, "When?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look, and I got the feeling they weren't as happy as they were talking about a generally nice thing.

"We think it was about summer holidays," Hermione said unexpectedly, "because he had been living in Grimmauld Place for a few weeks."

"Why?" I asked confusedly, "Shouldn't he be with Tonks? For the mission of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"He doesn't seem to be, um, accepting that he's going to have a baby very well." Ron scratched the back of his head. "He thinks the baby will be like him in the future, you know, a werewolf."

"He felt the union with Tonks was a mistake," added Hermione.

"What nonsense!" I jumped up, and the chair fell to the ground with a crash behind me, "This is so stupid, he can't leave his child just to escape the so-called 'mistake'! Parents should not leave their children unless they have to. Don't do that!"

Ron and Hermione stared at me, and I sat back calmly for a few seconds, only to be even more puzzled to find that they were almost a little pleased with my outburst.

"Ah, we figured you'd say that," said Ron, grinning. "We spent about a week trying to convince Remus to stop coming out with us to find you and go back with Tonks. For a while we I persuaded him, but later the agency decided to transfer Kingsley to Grimmauld Place to recuperate, and he said he would stay and take care of him. Hermione had a big fight with him and almost tore his hands off."

Hermione blushed, staring resolutely at the campfire in the center of the tent.

"'Harry would never want to see you leave your child for her', 'What do you think she will say about your behavior', your name has appeared many times." Ron winked at me, and Hermione Changed the subject before giving him the spell, "In the end he said he would go back after making sure Kingsley was safe, but we couldn't see the results. We had to leave before Kingsley arrived, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix would take turns to take care of him." , then it would be inappropriate for us to remain in Grimmauld Place."

"So you didn't go back to the Burrow or...uh..." The rest of my sentence dropped and disappeared under Ron's gaze.

"How do you think we're going to go back to the Burrow and face the others? Knock on the door and go in and say 'sorry, we lost the most important one of ours'?" Ron pointed his finger at me, blocking me back. retorted, "Don't try to deny it, you are! You know I'm not talking about whose life is more important. I'm talking about you, Harry, telling me what to do, how to defeat the mysterious People! If you don't know, then you should lead us to find a way, instead of running away when you encounter a little trouble, what is the difference between what you do and Remus?"

"What?" I said in disbelief. "He left his baby! He should be responsible!"

"You left us, which is essentially the same thing, isn't it?"

"He can take care of Tonks and protect his child. If the child really becomes a werewolf, he is the only one who can teach his child how to live! But staying with me will only hurt you!" I called said, "I'm the one who has to face the mystery man! Why can't I wish someone with a choice to be better off than me? Why can't I miss someone thinking 'I hope they're happy now' instead of 'They died'?"

Ron choked. He leaned forward and stared at me.

"You, you're such a big, shining idiot," he said, "I've changed my mind, and I'm going to beat you up to see if I can get rid of all the 'I'm gone and everyone will be fine' in your head." Smash out your stupid thoughts."

"What makes you think we'll be fine without you? Do you think we won't fight any more without you?" Hermione asked back. "There are dead people everywhere! How do you know we won't be here without you?" Become one of them in an invisible place? If I wanted to live a stable life, I would have immigrated to Australia with my parents!"

"My whole family is in the Order of the Phoenix, and you think I'm going to elope with Hermione?" Ron shrugged. "That would be romantic - I'll just say it."

"It's different! I'm doomed to..." To die.The truth quivered on the tip of my tongue.

"To face the mysterious man, blah blah, it's the first day we heard about it." Ron rolled his eyes, "To tell you the truth, buddy, this matter is also of great significance to us. And you can't be alone People get it done, you need us."

"Yes, I need you." I nodded and said simply, "I won't do that again."

This answer is probably unsatisfactory, so Ron revealed it and continued the previous narrative.

"From the moment we arrived at Grimmauld Place, we kept a portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black stuffed in Hermione's bag to keep him from passing messages to Snape. We left it Take it with me," he said, pointing to the chair I was sitting on, "we usually leave it there after we set up camp and ask him about Hogwarts, I bet he's been waiting for us Give away your or our location so we can report to Snape. We heard your voice in Deluminator again this evening, saying 'Forest of Dean' or something, and then the Orb of Light reappeared. Apparently Finny Yas heard it too, Hermione stuffed the portrait into the bag when the ball of light floated into my chest, and we immediately Apparated to the Forest of Dean."

"Did you hear anything other than the Forest of Dean?" I asked, somewhat embarrassed.

"Only a few snippets, you seem to have mentioned Hogsmeade and the Pig's Head, and Hermione," said Ron. "We've been listening, hoping to find out where you are. The Forest of Dean is too big. We're worried Can't find you before Snape, saw the silver light—"

"The doe," I whispered, glad to know it wasn't my hallucination.

"Yeah, you know what happened afterwards," Ron concluded, glancing at Hermione.

"That must be a Patronus," said Hermione, looking between me and Ron. "Are you sure none of you summoned it?"

"My Patronus was a stag at least ten days ago, and it is unlikely that it will change so soon," I replied, "but..."

"What?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I mean it feels familiar to me," I said.

"It's exactly like yours, except it's smaller and has no horns," Ron continued.

We discussed the question about the owner of the Patronus for a while, and then confirmed that the locket I put in the donkey skin bag was fine. After midnight, Ron asked Hermione and I to go to bed, and he came to stand first. Ban Gang, let's talk about the rest tomorrow.Hermione climbed into her bed without saying a word after washing, and Ron helped me move the bed from the other tent so no one would have to sleep on the floor.

"Not the worst," he whispered. "Remember those birds she used to let out to peck me?"

"I haven't ruled that out yet," Hermione's muffled voice came from under the blankets, but Ron and I both smiled and put the bed side by side with the bunk.