(STORY UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION!!)
Having a father that abuses you isn't that great, but is that Kaira's real father? The one who's been taking care of her since birth?
Kaira goes on a stroll late at night, and the stories were true. She gets kidna...
"I've always loved these flames Hermione makes." Ron says as he sees a little flame in a bottle, giving the tent more light.
I was with Ron and Harry, siting on the sofa with a blanket, reading a book.
I still haven't told a word to Ron. And he doesn't seem bothered by it.
"How long do you recon she'll stay mad at me?" Ron asks Harry, most probably gesturing about Hermione because Ronald doesn't give two shits about me.
"Well, just keep talking about that ball of heart touching your heart. She'll come around." Harry jokes and they both chuckle, making me roll my eyes.
"It was true! Every word!" Ron admits.
I roll my eyes again and slam my book shut, causing the both of them to look at me.
"It's not that easy to forgive, Ronald. Especially with Hermione. Ronald, I know you haven't done shit to me, but you made me, Harry, and Hermione so worried about you. You made us sick to our stomach. And that was a bitchy thing to do. Even for you." I state as I stare at him before stating reading my book again.
Ron nods, understandingly.
"Bloody hell, I just realized. You need a wand, don't ya?" Ron asks Harry. Of course he doesn't do anything about it.
"Yeah." Harry answers.
"I've got one, here." Ron says, and removes a wand from his bag, "It's a blackthorn. Ten inches. Nothing special, but I recon it'll do."
"Took it off a snatcher, a couple of weeks ago." Ron admits.
I scoff.
"Someone should know how to steal from you." I mumble, but made sure it was loud enough for both of them to hear.
Ron presses his lips together in embarrassment.
"Don't tell Hermione this, but their a bit dim, snatchers. This one was definitely part troll, buy the smell of him." Ron jokes, making Harry laugh a tab bit.
"Engorgio." Harry tries the spell to the small fire ball. Suddenly, the small ball of fire blew up, missing the top of the tent by a few inches. My eyes widen and I immediately get up in caution, the book and light coloured blanked falling down in the process. A small gasp leaves all of our lips.
"Reducio!" I yell, making the fire ball go back to it's original size, all of us panting as we stare at it.
"What's going on in there?" Hermione asks from outside, hearing out panic.
"Nothing!" Harry and Ron lie quickly while standing up, trying to look normal.
Hermione enters the tent and eyes us three suspiciously, "We need to talk.
"Yeah, all right." Ron says confidentially, making me stare at him.
Hermione comes and stands next to me and I finally look away from Ron.
"I want to go and see Xenophilius Lovegood." Hermione demands. I stitch my eyebrows together.
"Sorry?" Harry asks, acting as if Hermione was joking.
"See this?" Hermione asks, and opens a book. We all lean in to see it. "It's a letter Dumbledore wrote to Grindelwald. Look at the signature. It's the mark again." She looks at us.
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