Tourtured Soul [Completed]

The Destroying of a Horcrux and a vist to the Lovegood's

"More reason for you to do it." I told him.

"No, I can't--" Ron began then Harry cut him off.

"Then why are you here? Why did
you come back?" Harry said, Harry’s tone is hard, meant to wound. This stops Ron. He steps back, grips the sword with both hands. Harry
nods. "I’ll have to speak to it in order
for it to open. When it does,
don’t hesitate. I don’t know
what’s in here, but it’ll put up a
fight. The bit of Riddle that was
in his diary tried to kill me."

"I know excatly what's in there, it's fear itself. Get ready to face your biggest fear." I told him, Ron nodded at me, I could tell he was scared. Harry counted down adn then opened it. It wasn't drawn towards Ron, it was drawn towards me. What came up was my nightmare of Fred and my father.

"Ron stab it!" Harry ordered and Ron did exactly that. There was one more Horcrux down. I fell to my knees with tears falling down my face.

"That's your biggest fear?" Ron asked and I nodded.

"I've been having that nightmare for a while now." I told them. I grabbed the dead Horcrux and out it around my neck withthe necklace Fred gave me. I never took that necklace off. Then we walked back up to the camp site.

"After you left, Hermione cried for a
week. She’s like my sister." Harry told him.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left." Ron apologized.

"You’ve sort of made up for it
tonight. Getting the sword.
Finishing off the Horcrux." He smiled.

"Saving your life." Ron added and my eyes widened but they ignored that.

"That too."

"And just think of it. Only two
to go."

"Three if you include me." We got the camp site and Harry called out for Hermione.

"Everything all right?" Hermione asked.

"Fine. Actually... more than fine." Harry told her. He steps aside and Hermione sees Ron, standing at the
edge of the camp. She stares, mute, then walks past Harry and I, the ashes of the campfire, stopping right in
front of Ron. He raises a hand, smiles sheepishly.

"Hey." Ron smiles slightly at her and then... Hermione begins to punch him. "Wo -- hey -- ouch!"

"You -- complete -- arse -- Ronald
-- Weasley! You crawl back here
after all these weeks and say,
‘Hey?’" She told him with each punch. She then turned to Harry, "Where’s my wand? Harry, where’s my wand!"

"Um... I don’t know?" Harry said.

"Harry Potter, you give me my wand!" She demanded.

"How come he’s got your wand?" Ron asked.

"Never mind why he’s got my wand--" She cut her self off my looking at my neck, "What is that?" She stared at the blackend locket around my neck. "You destroyed it?" Hermione glances at Harry. He indicates Ron. She turns
back to Ron. He nods. She starts to speak when her eyes shift, see the sword stuck in the ground. "And exactly how is it you have the
Sword of Gryffindor?"

"Long story." Is all Harry says.

Heromine turns to Ron, "Don’t think this changes anything."

"No, of course not. I only
destroyed a bloody freaking
Horcrux! Why would that change
anything!" Ron said. "Look, I wanted to come back the minute I’d left. I just... didn’t know how to find you."

"Exactly how did you find us?" I asked.

"With this." Ron said pulling out the deiluminator. "It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know exactly how it works, but Christmas morning I -- I was sleeping -- in this little pub-- I’d given some Snatchers the slip the night before, me being a blood-traitor and all -- anyway, I was sleeping when I heard it..."