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Songs I listened to while writing this
Rhinestone Eyes, Gorillaz. Breath of Life, Florence of the Machine. Mary on a Cross, Ghost.
"Y'know if you'd have said the way to this mystical paradise was going to be surrounded by a marshy bog I would've opted to sit in the car," said Ron as he heaved his wellington-covered feet from the calf-thick bog water that they had been marching through for the past forty-five minutes. "No wonder no one bothered to come back, it's a bloody nightmare."
"That's the whole point Ron!" said Ophelia as she grabbed onto a branch to leverage herself onto a higher ground, turning around on the firmer ground she extended her hand to Harry who was a couple of paces behind her and pulled him up, he couldn't thank her from being out of breath but he still managed to catch his lips against hers briefly before leaning against the tree as he took a swig of water. "You're not going to go much further in this are you, unless you are completely desperate to find what you're looking for."
"And are we completely desperate?" said Ron exasperatedly as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, "We've already got a magic sword, that should do the trick... it already destroys horcruxes, what more could you want, what use is Excalibur?"
Ophelia sighed as she and Harry reached down to wrench Hermione from the bog.
"It's not the sword I want, it's the scabbard." she said tiredly, "It's meant to have incredible healing properties, it can protect someone from death, forget the hallows, this scabbard quite literally prevents you from being mortally wounded or maimed... it could lop off a chunk of your arm but you wouldn't bleed and the flesh would return almost instantly, an item like that is worth any hike."
Harry lunged Ron out of the bog, and the four of them stopped to catch their breaths as Ophelia took a few paces ahead to scout further into the direction her gut was telling her to go, as far as the eye could see was a densely overgrown forest, where trees stood tall and their branches hung with every kind of vine and flower, the ground barely had dirt to show as practically every surface had either grass or moss clinging to it, it was a beautiful sight but her gut told her to be on her guard nevertheless.
