I apparated us to the Forest of Dean. My parents had taken me camping here once when I was little and I had fond memories of that time and I needed the reminder that things could be okay again.
This would be okay again. I had our polyjuice potions and hairs lined up ready for tomorrow. I obsessively went over the details of the plan with Harry, as if I could force him to follow the rules. So many things could go wrong. My stomach hurt all day and I couldn't eat.
We hadn't been out in public except for brief trips to the supermarket in months. I half expected that death eaters would just be hanging out on every street corner watching for us. Especially after a number of their group had mysteriously gone missing.
Harry looked at me in amusement as I went through the plan again, maybe for the fourth time and held his hand out to me. "Breath Hermione. It's going to be okay."
I stopped taking a deep breath and taking his hand to climb into his lap. "You promise?"
"I promise you're going to be fine."
I clutched at him, hearing very clearly what he didn't say.
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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...
