He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-7

"Fine, you're right."
"As always."

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Ron and I had been wandering around the highlands for almost three days now. It was getting annoying, if you ask me."Ron." I huffed. "What?" He responded. "It's been three days. Let's just go back to Hermione and Harry." I said with a sigh. He shook his head. "I can't go back now—" I groaned, cutting him off. "Seriously, Ronald, fuck your ego. You made a mistake, you were wrong and now let's go back and apologise." I yelled.

"But-" I cut him off again, "no buts. You must be blind to think that Hermione likes Harry. And even more so if you don't see how head over heels in love Harry is with your sister!" I scoff, folding my arms as he gapes his mouth open. "Harry.. likes Ginny?" He asks slowly. "They've kissed, Ron. Seriously, you call yourself his best friend?" I scoff playfully. He laughs lightly, nodding his head.

"Fine.. you're right." He says. "As always." I roll my eyes.

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It was already dawn by the time we'd reached a few familiars mountains. Our tent should be here nearby. Suddenly, I felt Ron run towards the nearby lake. I furrowed my brows, blowing out a breath. It was freezing cold.

He pulled out someone's body as I ran towards him. I gasped lightly, realising it was Harry. He began coughing. Why was he naked!? I mean— he had his boxers on but what the fuck?

"Hermione?" Ron shouted. I rolled my eyes. "It was you!?" Harry coughed, trying to put on his clothes as I helped him. "Yeah, a bit obvious, I think." Ron muttered. "Harry, are you okay?" I asked, staring at him while removing my mittens. "I will be." He sighed, taking the mittens from me as he put them on. "Okay, come on, Ron. Do it." I look back at Ron, grabbing the sword lying on the ground as Harry placed the locket.

"I can't— I think it affects me more than it does any of you." Ron stammered. "Then why did you come back!?" Harry yelled. Ron gulped slowly, taking the sword from me.

"Now, in order for us to break it, we all have to face a challenge. It'll be strong.. but we have to fight past it." Harry said, I nodded reluctantly.

I took a few steps back as Ron took a short breath.

Harry quickly began speaking in parseltongue. It took me straight back to Year 2. Five years ago. We were all little children, I was immature. But I was having fun. And I'd give anything to be back next to Draco as we laughed at Harry and his friends.

The locket opened as a dark smoke erupted. "Mm.. Y/n. The Fake Girl Who Lived." Said the face which soon formed in the dark smoke. "How does it feel to be The Dark Lord's daughter? A traitor to your friends?" I gulped at its words. "Tell me, do you love Draco Malfoy?" My eyes snapped up at the mention of Draco. "Of course you do.. but do you think he loves you?" I furrow my brows. "A boy, terrified of The Dark Lord and the mark which lays embedded on his arm— you think he would love the memory of The Dark Lord?" It says with a chuckle.

I pause, looking away. I'd never even considered it. "He fears you, Y/n Riddle. You will be feared forever!" I shake my head, taking a step back.

I look up again, pursing my lips as the face faded away to form an image of Draco and Daphne. They were kissing. It looked more than a kiss— a lot more.

I remain silent before the smoke suddenly fades away. I fall on the ground, beside Harry, holding my leg in pain. "Are you okay?" Harry asked. I nodded. But no, I was not.

Short chapter, I'm so sorry for not updating 😭