I apparated us northward again past Northumberland, finally stopping on a tiny tree-covered island in the middle of a Scottish loch. The trees were so dense we barely had room for the tent and our protection wards were set up in minutes as we walked the perimeter of the island.
I stood staring out at the dark lake and the desolate black and white wintry landscape. December twelfth. We were into our fifth month of the horcrux hunt and we had a locket that we couldn't destroy. We had lost Ron and Harry—
I glanced over as he came to stand beside me. He ran his hand through his long dark hair pushing it back.
"Maybe you should cut my hair. I don't trust myself to do it."
"No, I like it that way. Unless it bothers you?" He looked a lot less like my Harry with the long hair.
He looked at me, smiling. "Nah, not if you like it." He moved closer to me, his hands sliding around my waist. "Moving is tiring. We should go take a nap."
"I'm not tired."
Harry didn't pay attention, tugging me towards the tent. "You will be." He murmured.
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40 Days
FanfictionRon left November 15, 1997, and was gone for 40 days. Each day that passes, the locket wears down Harry, peeling back his layers, revealing aspects of his personality that Hermione had never before seen. Harry Potter the boy from the cupboard under...
