I watched him carefully, and he watched me back just as carefully. Despite the draught of peace there was the faintest tremor to my hands, as if even with the potion dulling my anxiety I was still trying to shake apart into a million pieces.
Did he know? What would he do?
What if I had done the spell wrong, and he was playing with me? My stomach twisted in knots and it was hard to even finish the meager food we actually had. I had gone over my explanation in my head a million times. I was trying to help him. It didn't matter that Bellatrix was pregnant, so what would be the harm in forgetting?
It had been the best opportunity to test out his theory regarding the memory extraction. There had been no other choice.
Harry brought out the portrait of Phineas Nigellus blindfolded and I watched Harry try to probe for information on Snape.
How focused was he on Snape? He had been watching the map for weeks now, always saying it was for Ron. Had he been watching Snape all along?
I need another distraction. Not a person. Harry got tired of playing word games with Phineas Nigellus and put the portrait away, grabbing the map again, to stare at it. I couldn't tell who his eyes were following from where I sat.
My head throbbed as I frantically tried to come up with an idea. We needed that fucking sword. If I was Godric Gryffindor's sword, where would I be?"
"Godric's Hollow!" The words emerged from my mouth almost in a shriek and Harry's gaze jerked up to me.
"What? Are you okay?"
I gulped, I was so fucking bad at this. "I—um—think we should go to Godric's Hollow."
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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...
