Best Friends

Godric's Hollow

+Time Skip: Next day+

Harry, Hermione and I apparated to a new place, still hoping that Ron would come back and hopefully find us. I don't even know where we are, nor do I care at the moment.

Harry and I started putting up protection spells around the area while we let Hermione sit down for a minute, she was still upset about Ron. Hermione wasn't one to usually cry when she was upset, she would usually just keep her feelings inside, so this was definitely hard for her.

I know they both like each other, at this point they probably love each other. They're just too oblivious to realize, then again, I'm one to talk. They seriously need to get together soon, though. I've come up with a couples name for them already! Romione.

It was pretty late into the day already so I started setting up the tent. After it was done and Harry had finished putting up the protection spells, Hermione went inside for a bit while me and Harry watched the sunset.

It was my turn to keep watch in case any snatchers came around, so I stayed outside while Harry went back in the tent to (hopefully) cheer up Hermione a bit.

It got a bit cold outside, so I walked back into the tent. Hermione was in her room and Harry was sitting down in one of the chairs.

"Is she feeling any better?" I ask, looking at Hermione's closed door.

Harry shakes his head and I sigh, I just wish she would be happy again. I knew Ron would come back soon enough, he was just taking a bit of time.

I walk into our room to go to bed or at least lay down, I've been exhausted lately, most likely from stress. I got changed into warmer clothes for bed and laid down. This has been one heck of a week, if it has been a week. I've lost track.

I saw the golden snitch sitting on the small table we had in our room and got up to look at it. What could we possibly use this for? Dumbledore wouldn't have left it to Harry if it hadn't been important. I looked at it closely, trying to see if there were any clues on it or something, but I didn't see anything.

"You trying to figure that out too?" Harry asks, at some point he had walked in the room.

"Yes, I don't think Dumbledore would've left it to you if it wasn't needed for something" I say.

He walks up behind me and hugs me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder. Suddenly I remembered something Hermione said. The golden snitch is flesh sensitive, but it didn't open when Harry held it. This is the first snitch he caught, how would it open?

"Why do you think it won't open when you hold it?" I ask.

"I don't know, like you said before, there might be a certain thing I have to do with it. I just don't know what" he says.

I still remember Harry's first quidditch game, he nearly swallowed the snitch. Maybe that's how it'll open, although I doubt Harry feels like almost swallowing it again.

I set the snitch back down on the table and say "we should get some sleep."

He nods and I can feel that he's starting to grow a beard. "And you need to shave again" I say.

"I will tomorrow" he says, placing a small kiss on my neck.

+Time Skip: Next day+

(Also, just a reminder that this story is based on the movies more than the books, but my other stories will all be based on the books, and I can write this story the way the books were written as well)

Harry was laying down and looking at the golden snitch again. I doubted it would work, but I still wondered if it would open the clue if Harry put it in his mouth, the way he first caught it.