Torchwick or Grindelwald

Chapter 8: The Story

Forest of Dean No POV

Hermione was sleeping in the tent as she heard Harry's voice.

Harry; Hermione? Hermione?

Hermione went outside as Harry picked up his wand pieces.

Hermione: is everything alright?

Harry: it's fine. Actually, you know, it's more than fine.

Hermione sees Ron.

Ron: <chuckles> hey.

Hermione didn't look as happy to see him as she marched to him.

Hermione; you... <takes his bag off> complete... <pushes him a little, grabs some leaves and throws it at him> ass, Ronald Weasley! <grabs his backpack and starts hitting him with it> you show up here after weeks and you say "hey"? <throws the backpack down> where's my wand, Harry? <goes to Harry> where's my wand?

Harry: I don't know.

Hermione: Harry Potter, you give me my wand!

Harry: I don't have it!

Ron: how come he's got your wand?

Hermione: never mind why he's got my wand! What is that?

Ron: <shows the destroyed locket>

Hermione; you destroyed it. And how is it that you just happen to have the sword of Gryffindor?

Harry; it's a long story.

Hermione: don't think this changes anything.

Ron; oh, of course not. I only just destroyed a bloody Horcrux. Why would that change anything? Look, I wanted to come back as soon as I left. I just didn't know how to find you.

Hermione: yeah, how did you find us?

Ron; <takes out the Deluminator> with this. It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it works but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub keeping away from some snatchers. And I heard it.

Harry; "it"?

Ron: a voice. Your voice, Hermione. Coming out of it.

Hermione: and what exactly did I say, may I ask?

Ron: my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So, I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated toward me the ball of light. Went right to my chest, straight through me. <points to where his heart was> right here. And I knew it was gonna take me where I needed to go so I disapparated and end still far away. That's when Wade found me and brought me here. To this hillside. It was dark. I had no idea where I was after he left. I just hoped that one of you would show yourself. And you did.

At night again, they were all dry and warm as Ron and Harry were inside the tent looking at a flame inside a jar on top of a table. Hermione was sitting outside, not really wanting to be inside at the moment.

Ron: I've always liked these flames Hermione makes. How long do you reckon she'll stay mad at me?

Harry; well, just keep talking about that little ball of light touching your heart and she'll come 'round.

Ron: <chuckles> it was true. Every word. This is gonna sound crazy... but I think that's why Dumbledore left it to me. The Deluminator. I think he knew that, somehow, I'd need it to find my way back and she'd lead me. Bloody hell, I just realized. You need a wand, don't you?

Harry: yeah.

Ron: I've got one here. <takes out a wand> it's blackthorn. Ten inches. <gives it to Harry> nothing special, but I reckon it'll do. Took it off a snatcher a couple of weeks ago. Don't tell Hermione this, but they're a bit dim, snatchers. The one was definitely part troll, the smell of him.