Swords (Edmund X Reader)

The Forrest of Dean

Worry not, Edmund will be joining the party soon...

I squinted against the light flickering in from the trees. I had barely got a hold of my surroundings when I heard Hermione's voice.

"Harry, quickly, in my bag, there's a small bottle labeled 'Essence of Dittany'!" She said, her voice filled with urgency. I pick myself up to see Hermione and Newt bent over Newt's twitching body.

"Quickly!" Ron urged. Harry seemed still in a haze and blinked around. Newt was not dying on my watch. Despite the state I was in, I stumbled dizzily over to Hermione's bag, reaching in. I pulled out a book. Then a pan. Then another book.

"Ugh, Accio Dittanty!" I pointed my wand inside. A small brown bottle landed in my palm.

TW: Blood and Wounds

I walked over to Hermione as Ron ripped Newt's shirt which was soaked in blood. The flesh of his upper arm was flayed, as if someone had scooped a portion away. I looked away; my eyes clenched.

"Hermione. His arm..." I mumbled.

"Just do it!" She shouted at me. I handed her the bottle, and she sprinkled a couple drops on the wound which resulted in smoke to hiss out.

"What happened? I thought we were going back to Grimmauld Place." Harry said, finally speaking up. Hermione looked down at the smoking wound.

"We were. We were there. But that man had hold of me. I knew we couldn't stay once he'd seen us, so when he let go, I brought us here. Newt got splinched. I'm... sorry." Hermione explained.

"Don't be stupid. That was smart." Ron said. The smoke sifted and cleared up. Newt's wound no longer bled.

Hermione rose up, taking out her wand and began to walk in a wide circle muttering spells. "Salvio Hexia...Protego Totalum..."

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

"Protective enchantments. I don't fancy another visit like that, especially with Newt like this. You can get going on the tent." She said simply.

"Tent? Where are we supposed to find-" I stop and glance at the bag. I pull out a small square of fabric, which under the right incantation, turned into a tent in front of our eyes

---Time Skip to the Evening---

Hermione poured tea from a kettle into cups. Harry had just come in from outside, looking for anything to eat.

"How're the mushrooms?" Hermione asked.

"Seem to be the only edible things growing round here." Harry said as he passed out mushrooms to everyone. I grimaced as I chewed.

"'Edible' is clearly debatable." I scoff.

"They're great." Ron said with a hint of sarcasm.

"How bad is he?" Harry glanced over at Newt. Newt lay on the couch with his arm in a sling.

"He'll be alright in a few days. Hopefully. If we could take him to Hogwarts, to Madam Pomfrey-" Hermione stops as Harry shot his gaze at her. This confirmed something everyone was doubtful of.

We weren't going back to Hogwarts.

"So where do we go next?" I asked.

"Dumbledore had a theory. He felt that the Horcruxes would not be made out of random objects. And he felt they wouldn't be hidden randomly either. We know of three so far. The ring, which according to Dumbledore belonged to Tom Riddle's grandfather. The diary, which belonged to Tom himself. And this," He picked up the locket, "which again, according to Dumbledore belonged to his mother."

"It scares me a bit, that, thinking it's a piece of Vol-" Hermione started when Newt suddenly interrupted.

"No, don't! Don't say it! It's taboo, You-Know-Who's name. That's how they track people now. It's how they found us in the café that night, remember?" Newt said. I walked over to where he lay and helped him sit up.

"Is that it?" Newt pointed to the locket in Harry's hand. Harry nodded, handing him the locket. Newt turned it over in his hand, frowning, then looked back at Harry who nodded.

"I know. I felt it too. It's like it's alive." Harry said.

"That's why we're going to kill it." I said defiantly. Everyone's eyes flashed in agreement.

We all went off to chill around. Harry and Ron went outside the tent to try and find ways to destroy it. I sat beside Newt, watching the fire flicker.

"I'm guessing you made this." Newt pointed at his sling. I nodded with a smile. My hand was resting on my lap and Newt slowly took his good hand and traced little patterns around my knuckles.

"Are you scared?" I whispered only for him to hear.

"More than anything, but I have a feeling it'll all work out..." He replied. I thought about Edmund. I wondered how it would feel if he were here. I could use the support. I wonder if there was some way I could contact him...

I missed his smile, his soft yet mysterious dark eyes, I missed his laughter and his fluffy black hair.

I missed him. And I felt like I wouldn't see him in forever. But little did I know that forever would come a lot sooner.

---Time Skip to the Night---

Harry and Ron had no luck in getting rid of the horcrux.

"Seems strange, mate. Dumbledore sends you off to find a load of Horcruxes but doesn't bother to tell you how to destroy them. Doesn't that bother you?" Ron asked as he entered the tent with Harry in pursuit.

"We just have to keep it safe for now. Let's keep it in my bag." Hermione suggested.

"No." Harry replied, walking off. He seemed weird but maybe it was just the stress. I started to prepare the beds on the floor.

"Make sure to put mine next to yours." Newt said as he gave a wink.

"Of course, Mr. Needy." I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Says the girl who needed someone to sleep next to her when she had nightmares. Do you know how much sleep I lost because of that?" He asked.

"I could make you lose sleep in other ways..." I said raising my eyebrow. It took him a minute to get what I was saying.

"I don't think Hermione brought a wheelchair for you to use after I'm done with you." He replied with raising his eyebrow. I threw a pillow at him.

"Puh-lease I was joking." I laughed, laying down on my pillow. He made his way beside me.

"Puh-lease, you can't resist me." He joked, lying down beside me.

"You're not wrong." I said scooting closer and wrapping my arm around him.

"You just did that because you were cold didn't you?" He asked.

"You're still not wrong." I replied which resulted in a chuckle from him.