𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫•𝓡𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

32# A year later

[BELLA'S POV]

*a year later*

As the days turned into weeks, a new challenge emerged on the horizon: the return of Voldemort and the rise of the Death Eaters. As the dark forces gathered strength and threatened to tear apart everything we held dear, Ron and I stood side by side, ready to fight for our friends, our family, and our future.

Together, we joined Dumbledore's Army, honing our magical skills and preparing for the battles that lay ahead. And as we faced the darkness together, our love served as a beacon of hope, a reminder that no matter how dark the night may seem, there is always light to be found in the arms of the ones we love.

"I can't believe that it's our last year here!" "Me neither. I will miss Hogwarts so much!" "At least then we will be free from school, finally!" I laugh and Hermione joins us, with a worried look. "Is something wrong Mione?"

"Voldemort. He's stronger, and his Death Eathers too." I turned white. "Oh. Then we must prepare ourselves." Harry walks in running. "Ron, there are only four left!" Me and Hermione looked confused at them.

"Only four what?" They look at eachother. "About that... we have to tell you guys something.." "Ronald  Billius Weasley what did you do? The same for you Harry James Potter" Hermione laughs. "I wouldn't  mess with her if i were you."

"So, there is no DADA club. We've been haunting Hocruxes." "Are you mad? If Voldemort finds out you are screwed!" "Why didn't you tell us? We can help you guys!" They look down. "Sorry girls, we didn't want to worry you."

"Anways, what Hocruxes are missing?" "We believe that one of them is Salazar Slytherin's Locket , Nagini, the other one has something to do with Ravenclaw, we just can't figure out what the last one is." Me and Hermione look at eachother. "Well, let's focus on the ones we know for now."

As we continued our discussions, planning our next steps and strategizing how to locate and destroy the remaining Horcruxes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination coursing through my veins. Hogwarts had become more than just a school; it was a battleground, a sanctuary, and a symbol of hope in the face of darkness. It was my home.

Together, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and I formed a tight-knit group, united by our shared mission and our unwavering loyalty to each other. We spent countless hours poring over dusty tomes in the library, searching for clues and unraveling the mysteries of Voldemort's past.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the end of our final year at Hogwarts drew nearer, the weight of our task hung heavy upon us. The fate of the wizarding world rested on our shoulders, and failure was not an option.

"We need to act fast," Hermione said, her brow furrowed in concentration. "The longer we wait, the more time Voldemort has to gather his forces and strengthen his defenses." Ron nodded in agreement, his jaw set with determination.

"We'll start with the locket," Harry said, his voice filled with conviction. "If we can find and destroy it, we'll be one step closer to defeating Voldemort once and for all." I felt a surge of pride as I looked at my friends, united in purpose and resolve.

"We should start with the Slytherin common room," Hermione suggested, her voice brimming with confidence. "If anyone knows about Salazar Slytherin's locket, it's likely to be someone from Slytherin house."

Ron nodded in agreement. "Good idea. We'll need to be discreet though. We don't want to raise suspicion."Harry glanced around the Gryffindor common room, ensuring no one was within earshot. "We'll need a plan," 

 he said, his eyes alight with determination. "We can't just waltz into the Slytherin common room without a solid strategy." "I agree," I interjected, feeling the weight of the task ahead settling upon my shoulders. "We'll need to be clever about how we approach this. Sneaking into the Slytherin common room won't be easy."

Hermione tapped her chin thoughtfully. "We could try using Polyjuice Potion to disguise ourselves as Slytherin students," she suggested. "It's risky, but it might be our best chance of getting inside unnoticed." 

Ron's eyes widened in excitement. "That could work! But we'll need hair from a Slytherin student to brew the potion." Harry nodded, his expression serious. "I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, we need to keep a low profile and gather as much information as we can about the locket."

 The following evening, under the cover of darkness, we gathered in a secluded corner of the Gryffindor common room, our hearts pounding with anticipation.

 Harry had managed to procure a few strands of hair from a Slytherin student, and Hermione had already begun brewing the Polyjuice Potion. "It'll take a while for the potion to be ready," Hermione explained, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stirred the cauldron. "We'll need to wait until it's fully brewed before we can proceed."

Ron glanced nervously at the clock on the wall. "How long do you reckon it'll take?" he asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. Hermione sighed. "At least a few hours. Maybe longer. Polyjuice Potion is a complex brew, and we can't afford to rush it."

Harry nodded in agreement. "We'll have to be patient. In the meantime, we can use the time to finalize our plan and make sure we're fully prepared." I glanced around at my friends, a sense of determination burning in my chest. "We can do this," I said, my voice firm with resolve. "We've faced challenges before, and we've always come out on top. Together, we're unstoppable."

Ron squeezed my hand, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "You're right love," he said, his eyes meeting mine with unwavering determination. "With the best leader ever, I'm sure we've got this."