Their Daughter { Ron Weasley x OC}|COMPLETED|

56. I Hate Dumbledore

The four of us now stood in the wooded area as I placed the locket on the ground the dread that I'd been feeling since I woke up seemed to leave as I sat it at my feet.

I noticed Ron leaning against a tree looking a bit pale and made a mental note to check and see if I had any potions he could take

"Dissendium!" Harry called pointing his wand

"Incendio!" Hermione said and the locket went up in flames but the flames died out as quickly as they started

"Expulso!" I said growing frustrated as the group beneath the locket explodes but the locket was completely intact

"Confringo!" Hermione said trying again but the locket was still intact as she lowered her wand. Harry on the other hand began angrily firing spells destroying the ground but not the locket. Harry's angry firing almost makes him look possessed or something and Hermione an I studied him nervously

Then suddenly he stopped and everything was silent apart from a strange ticking sound that was coming from the locket

"It's angry." Ron murmured and Harry stepped forward picking it up to put it around his neck.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked confused

"We have to keep it safe until we
can figure out how to destroy it." He sighed

"I could put it in my bag." She said holding her hand out

"No."

"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 pointed out and I couldn't help but agree. Because to me I feel like Dumbledore knew more than he ever told anyone about probably for the dramatics.

The ticking on the locket slowly faded as Harry walked off leaving the three of us to share a strange look.

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We all sat in the tent, Hermione was read at the table, Harry was sitting on his cot with his eyes closed, Ron was laying with his head on my lap fiddling with the radio as I studied the spell book that was in a language I didn't understand which was absolutely bizarre. Why would he leave me a book in on of the languages I didn't speak. I sighed setting the book down and put the book down lifting Ron's head and placing a pillow under his head before walking over to Hermione.

"Any luck?" She asked and I shoo my head

"I don't get it, of all the languages I speak why give me a spell be I don't understand?" I sighed before looking over to Harry who seemed to be having a bad dream.

"His dreams are back." I whispered to Hermione and she got up slowly stepping towards him when his eye suddenly fluttered open.

"I thought it had stopped." Hermione whispered and Harry sighed getting up to walk outside as the two of us followed leaving Ron on his cot.

"You can't let him in, Harry.
Dumbledore himself said it. You have to close your mind. It's too dangerous-"

"It's not a candle I can blow out,
Hermione. It always burns, even if it's just a flicker. Can you understand that?" Harry asked angrily

"What did you see?" I asked softly placing my hand on his as he sighed

"He's found him. Vol-" He started to say but stopped himself as he glanced over his shoulder at Ron remembering what he'd told us

"You-Know-Who. He's found
Gregorovitch-"

"The wand maker?" Hermione asked cutting him off

"Yes. How'd you know?" Harry asked confused