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DH ☆•°~'* 11

"The ashes fall slowly
As your voice consoles me."

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Procyon dashed off, sniffing the ground curiously, then stopped. He looked around, pawed at the ground in frustration, then walked back to Y/N, defeated.

'What is it?' she asked, crouching down to pet the dog. Procyon only huffed.

'Maybe he lost their scent,' said Ron. 'Their enchantments work well, anyway.'

'Yes, but I thought they could only repel humans, not animals,' said Y/N. 'Bill said so last year, on Harry's birthday, remember?'

Ron nodded. 'But knowing Hermione, she would've found a way around that.'

Y/N hummed and let herself fall down on the ground, the thick snow cushioning her. Procyon barked and imitated her, his tail wagging.

'I reckon we should call them,' said Ron. 'They're bound to answer - HARRY! HARRY? HERMIONE!'

'Wait!' exclaimed Y/N, scrambling to her feet. 'What if there's someone else here - someone other than Harry and Hermione?'

'You think the Deluminator led us to a trap?' asked Ron, turning to look at Y/N.

'Not necessarily... I just don't think it's a good idea to yell out their names like this, in case there're some Snatchers lurking around.'

'You've got a point,' said Ron. 'They'll have to show themselves eventually when they pack up the tent to Dissaparate again.'

'I hope so,' muttered Y/N.

Ron let his rucksack drop to the ground and he rummaged within it for a moment, then pulled out a shabby two-man tent.

'We'll wait for them meanwhile.'

Together, they set up the tent, which looked far too small to hold them both comfortably. From the outside, anyway. From the inside, it looked like a roomy master bedroom, with two plush sleeping bags, a rickety table in a corner, on which sat an oil lamp, two flimsy-looking chairs around it, and a closed-off bathroom on the other side. 

'Bill lent it to me,' said Ron, sitting on one of the chairs. 'Not as comfortable as the tent Harry, Hermione and I used, but it serves its main purpose.'

Y/N sat next to him, yawning tiredly. 

'I think I could sleep here...'

'We have sleeping bags for that,' Ron chuckled. 'Anyway, you can't sleep.'

'Why not?'

'I wanna know why the Malfoys were so lenient with you,' said Ron. 'And You-Know-Who - did you ever see him?'

'I told you, they modified my memory... Well, I didn't tell you everything, because I didn't want the others to... to get scared, or too worried.'

Ron did not say anything, watching Y/N intently. She toyed with her left jumper sleeve for a while, unsure of whether to tell Ron or not. 

'I did see You-Know-Who,' she said quietly. 'He was so happy, it was scary. And, well, the others - the Malfoys - were talking about how I'll finally be one... one of them.'

Ron's eyebrows furrowed a little and he sat up straighter. Y/N chewed on her lips nervously, not looking into Ron's eyes now, staring at the floor of the tent.

'And... and-' Y/N paused, taking a deep breath. 'I swear I didn't know. I wasn't myself, I had no idea what it- what it meant or-'

'Y/N, calm down, it's OK-' Ron began, but Y/N cut him off.