Harry and Hermione walked the perimeter, they were giving (y/n) some space. Ron was siting outside the tent, doing the same. He had tried to talk to her, like Hermione had suggested, it didn't work. She clearly didn't want to talk. They felt bad for not wanting to be in the tent while (y/n) was wearing the horcrux, it was an understatement to say she was the most effected by it. They had tried to tell her she didn't need to wear it but she felt like dead weight when she wasn't doing something.
"Do you think we should try talking to her more?" Hermione asked Harry. He looked at her, thinking, "I mean she might just need to let it out..." Hermione added.
"I suppose" he said, "are you going to?"
"I've tried" Hermione said, "Ron said he was going to talk to her... or try."
***
Ron, Harry and Hermione had walked back into the tent. Ron went straight to his bed and Harry and Hermione sat at the table. Ron had turned on the radio, as the snipping of scissors started, Hermione had finally decided to cut Harry's hair. I sat in the same place, which was on my bed in the corner. I could hear the radio crystal clear. I seen Ron turn it down, "no, leave it" I said and he turned it back up. Ron smiled at me and I forced one back. Ron and I were waiting to hear someone's name. That's when I heard the names I was hoping I never would. My heart dropped into my stomach, I sat still for a moment longer, then stood up and walked out the tent.
***
Ron looked up and watched as she walked out, he turned to see Hermione and Harry watching her too. "What was that about?" Ron asked. Hermione shrugged. Harry had a feeling he should have known what was wrong with her. He looked to the radio and then to Ron.
"What were the names they had said?" Harry asked Ron but Hermione answered. "Her parents..." Harry whispered. He knew he needed to go after her.
"Just give her a bit of time" Hermione said, "she'll come back." Harry already knew that (y/n) would come back, something was telling him she would. It didn't mean that he wasn't fighting the urge to run after her.
Ron and Hermione were feeling guilty that they still had parents. It was a stupid thing to feel guilty about but they did. Even though Hermione's didn't know she even existed and Ron didn't know if his were alive. At least they were left to hope. (y/n) had nothing to hope for. They wondered what that would do to her, never mind the horcrux.
***
I came back to the tent, I never thought I wouldn't. I just didn't want them to see me cry. It looked like they were all asleep when I got back. Hermione had left her little flame on the table and another next to my bed. I smiled, they really did care. I never doubted they didn't really, that was probably the horcrux talking.
It was hard for me to sleep, every time I closed my eyes I see them. I see a memory I had with them-
I'm 10, I have a week and 3 days until my 11th birthday. Mum has been rather excited about it and I'm not sure why. Dad seemed to know why but he never told me.
On 7th of May an owl landed, in midday, on the windowsill of my room. I stared at it. Then walked to my door, hanging my head out the door, "Dad!" I shouted. He came running up and I said, "There's an owl on the windowsill."
I heard a gasp and mum ran out their bedroom and down the hall and into my room. "Mum, you'll scare it away!" I scolded. She waved me off and to my surprise she opened the window and let it in.
"Don't let it in!" Dad flapped his arm and left the room. Mum gave him a stare as the owl sat perfectly still on the desk, I never realised it was holding a letter in its beak.
"This is for you" Mum said-
I shot up in my bed, it wasn't even a nightmare. That was the happiest memory I have, that was the day I found out I was a witch. And that my mother was too but my father wasn't. It was a strange day.
"(y/n) are you okay?" Harry asked me, only Harry had seen that I had woke up in a state.
"Yes..." I replied quietly, feeling my top was soaking wet. He walked closer to me and I knew he was going to ask what happened so I told him before he had to ask. "It wasn't even a nightmare. I was dreaming about the day I had gotten my Hogwarts letter." I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"It's a great feeling, isn't it?" He laughed and sat on the edge of the bed. I nodded.
"It really is" I paused and then laughed, Harry looked at me, "Especially when you had no idea your mum was a witch" I carried on laughing.
"So, your-"
"I'm Half-blood, yes" I replied but realised that wasn't the question he was going to ask, "Yes, my dad's a muggle." That's when I thought something I never thought I would, was; he was.
***
That day the moved again, they were in a forest now. They realised how quiet the world was when they were away from it all. All they could hear were the trees moving in the wind and the occasional bird. Hermione and Ron set up the enchantments as Harry and (y/n) set up the tent. Harry watched (y/n) closely, she had again been wearing the horcrux and Harry had attempted to take it off her. She refused, saying she didn't want to be dead weight. They would never think that of her, they needed all the help they could get. Ron and Hermione saw that Harry needed (y/n), they had something. She had a way of helping him. They will never forget the day (y/n) was able to block He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named from Harry's mind, all she did was kiss him on his forehead. It was just something about them, "Do you think they'll ever tell each other?" Ron asked Hermione as they stood at the top of the hill, looking down at Harry and (y/n) making the tent.
"It's much more complicated than that, Ron" Hermione replied, "Think about the heartache she's going through-"
"I know, I was just saying" Ron replied, "It's been long enough..." Ron couldn't criticise Harry though, he still hadn't made his move.
***
Harry and I were sat in the tent, it didn't take much putting up, with magic and all. I had switched the radio on, so we weren't just sitting in silence. My mind drifted to Ron and Hermione, who were still outside, "Do you think they'll ever tell each other?" I asked.
"I hope so... you can cut the tension with a knife half the time" Harry laughed. I smiled at him, I wondered if Ron and Hermione thought that about them. I found myself fiddling with the horcrux that was around my neck, my eyes then drifted to it, then back at Harry, who was watching me. "You know we are here for you, you know" Harry said.
"You have much bigger problems..." I trailed off and looked down, "No matter how small they may seem."
"That doesn't matter right now" Harry said quietly, getting up off the seats near the table and walked over to the stairs, where I was sitting. The radio next to me on a small table.
"Harry-"
Harry cut me off, "(y/n)" he said softly, reaching for my hand. He pulled me up off the steps and I stood still. He walked closer and lifted the chain over my head and threw the horcrux to one side. "See, it doesn't matter right now" He whispered, taking hold of my hands and began swaying me side to side. I wanted to smile, I was trying to tell myself to smile. Harry grinned as he seen a smile creep onto my face.
Eventually we were laughing and smiling, he spun us around in a circle and then pulled me closer. We stopped laughing and something sat over us, something unsaid. I rested my head on his shoulder and I felt him do the same.
We stayed like that for a moment until Harry whispered, "all we need is each other, all I need is you..."
We looked at each other, I smiled and let out a small laugh at how rosy Harry's cheeks were. He let go of my hand, keeping his other hand around my waist. He placed his hand on my cheek and pushed his hand in my hair to push it out of my face. I knew what was coming next and my heart quickened. He closed his eyes and leaned in, I did the same and our lips connected.
***
Ron and Hermione walked into the tent to see Harry and (y/n) kissing, Hermione giggled and Ron looked a little awkward as he glanced to look at Hermione. He wished he had the courage to do that. "About time" Ron mumbled, as Harry and (y/n) looked to them. They weren't embarrassed, which disappointed Ron a little, he wanted to tease them about it. If George and Fred were here they would have.
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