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Sera could hear her brother trying to sneak out of the house. She followed him suspiciously, wondering what he was up to. She found him wandering towards the front door, rucksack in hand.
"Going somewhere, dear brother?" Sera asked.
His sister's voice caused him to stop in his tracks. He turned to meet his sister's gaze. Her brother sighed.
"I'm not going to let anyone else die," he declared bluntly. "Not for me, anyways."
Sera scoffed. "For you? You think that Mad-Eye Moody died for you? You think that George took that curse for you? You may be the bigger Chosen One, mate. But this is a whole lot bigger than that."
Harry stared at his sister. There seemed to be a tension in the air.
"Come with me. Now," he finally demanded.
Sera was rather taken aback. "And leave Dante and Hermione? Absolutely no way is that happening! We wouldn't even last a couple of days without them! Besides! We've both still got the Trace on us! We'd have to wait until after Bill and Fleur's wedding in order to be able to leave without the Trace on us."
Harry looked at his sister quizzically.
"Wedding?"
Sera rolled her eyes. "Bill and Fleur's wedding, you dumb idiot. Mum and Dad have been planning with them for months, now. It's the only thing that's keeping her sane nowadays, I suppose. She'd kill us if we missed it. I'd rather face You-Know-Who than to face an angry Mrs. Weasley."
She tried to smile, but her brother only scowled deeply in return.
"I don't care about anybody's wedding, if I'm being frank — no matter whose it is. I have to start searching for the Horcruxes. You, too, Sera. You agreed on doing this thing, too. It's the only chance to defeat Voldemort. And the longer we wait, the stronger he'll get."
Sera sighed, trying to coax her brother to come back inside the house and to not risk himself. "Tonight's not the night, brother. Trust me. You'd only be doing him a favor."
Harry sighed in frustration. He hated to admit it, but his sister was right. He tossed his rucksack on the floor, letting Sera know that she had won. He glanced up at the stars and his sister followed his gaze.
"Do you think he knows?" Sera asked, hoping to break the tensions between the two of them. Her brother turned to stare at her in confusion. "I mean, they're bits of his own soul in those Horcruxes. Bits of him, if you get what I mean. When Dumbledore had destroyed Riddle's ring, and I destroyed Tom Riddle's diary in order to save Dante in our second year of Hogwarts . . . . he's bound to feel something, right?"
Her brother continued to stay silent. He knew what his sister was talking about. But he was too angry at her for stopping him to even answer her question. When Sera saw that her brother didn't answer, she continued talking.
