Harry Potter- horcrux hunt

Chapter 1

Harry's p.o.v

It was a few days after ron had left and Hermione was very upset. I sat in the tent flipping through various books trying to figure out what the last horcrux was. My reading was stopped when I heard a loud caugh come from Hermione. "Hermione!" I called out. "Are you okay?" I asked. If she was sick I could take over. "Fine!" She called back, her voice cracking a bit. She was probably crying. Ever since ron left all she did was cry. I don't want to complain; she was sad and I understand. She had fifteen minutes until her shift ends so I decided to go out there early. I walked out of the tent and looked around. Hermione was sitting against a tree wich was a few feet away from the tent. She had a thin blancket wrapped aroud her, and a book in her hands. I walked twards her. The closer i got the more I noticed how pale she was. "Hermione." I said. She picked her head up. She looked green. "My turn." Hermione knodded and slowly stood up. When she dis she wobbled a bit. I placed my hands on her sholders to steady her. "Oh-okay." She said and healed onto the trunk of the tree then walked away. "I umm...made tea for you if you want." Hermione turned around then knodded. I couldn't help but notice how sick she looked. It has come to my attention that it is not the best idea for her to be out here for so long. She is sick, and doesn't want to tell me. This made me a bit angry. Emediatly I checked my chest; the horcrux was wrapped around my neck. All of this anger was fake. I took it off and placed it on the floor. Hermione is sick. "Hermione!" I called. When she didn't respond i ran inside. She was sitting on her cot with her head in her hands. She slowly picked her head up and looked at me. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked green. "Are you okay? Are you sick." Hermione shook her head. "Just...tired." she layed down and buerried her head in her arms. Even though she said she is not sick i know she is! Keeping an extra eye on her is what i have to do...just until she admits to me that she is sick, then I won't have to be so nosy.