"Mine" A Hinny Fanfiction❤ COMPLETED ️ {BOOK 1}

Ron's rage

Edited-April 13th 2017

I stood and watched Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron's arm was in a sling, he had heavy bags under his eyes and you could tell he barely sleeps. Christmas was only two weeks away, you could tell the nip of the cold tinkled my nose and the wind hollowed even screaming at one stage. I much rather of stayed at Grimmauld place instead of of the middle of nowhere, in a tent, frost starting to kick in. I shared bunk with Hermione. It wasn't too bad, I was just cold and I would wake up to the sound of Harry. He would often scream in his dreams but oddly only calm down due to me holding his hand or kissing his cheek.

Over the next few days, Harry, Ron and Hermione spent countless hours using there wand to break the locket. Not only that but after every try we would take turns in wearing it. That locket is fairly odd, I have only worn it once and anger seemed to sword threw me. So many emotions burst through me. Anger and hate is the emotion I felt when I wore the locket, Hermione wore it most as she could with-stand it better than Ron, Harry and I. "I hate it" Hermione often would tell me making me nod in agreement.

On one day particular Harry and Hermione kept throwing spells at the locket. Ones were fairly powerful but it did not break. I felt useless and unhelpful, but I didn't say much. I mostly took care of Ron. Or read a spell book. I did try cook but with so little supplies it wasn't anything spectacular.

We barely ate mainly and Ron's behaviour changed over the next couple days. He seemed to glare at Harry and Hermione. I tried to talk to him but he clearly didn't want to. I didn't press the matter as Hermione butted in saying something about another location. About time if you ask me..

Hermione had told us on the fourth day that we could move to a different location, we did and again it was in the middle of nowhere. Hermione had also told me she came here with her parents, it only clicked that all the places we went was where Hermione and her parents went. I remember when Hermione came to the Burrow, she was crying because she used "obliviate" which rotted there memories. My heart went out to her. But there safe. Now according to her she made them move to Australia across the world...

The next week went slow, Harry would cast protective charms and shields around the tent. Hermione would research, I would do the same, well I sort of did. I tried to pitch in but I felt unhelpful. Ron was not in form to help so Hermione and Harry left him, he listened to the radio.

Here I was listening to the radio with Ron, Hermione was giving Harry a hair cut. It didn't bother me too much, but I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when they are together.

"Oh my god" Hermione spoke surprised. I lurked over and saw Harry checking his hair and Hermione roaming through her bag.

"What?!" Harry asked as he checked the back of his head. "I'll tell you in a second" Hermione waved him off, I walked over and watched as Hermione flicked through the pages, "maybe you can tell me now" Harry asked as he stepped up towards Hermione. I watched as Hermione looked at Harry, "the sword of Gryffindor, it's goblin made" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I looked confused at her and so did Harry. "O-k-a-y?" Harry asked confused.

I watched as Hermione rolled her eyes, she grabbed the book and showed him, "Harry dirt and dust have no effect on the blade, it only takes that to make it stronger" Harry looked instantly and his eyes was full of confusion. I looked over and saw Hermione was pointing at a sword diagram.

"Harry you already destroyed one horcrux. Tom Riddle's diary in the chamber of secrets"

I flinched a little, the memories of the chamber flashing before my eyes. But thankfully Harry interrupted my thoughts.