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[27] : XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD

CHAPTER 27 // XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD

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THE TRIO HAD LANDED IN THE FOREST OF DEAN, AS THEY HAD SOON APPARATED OUT OF HOUSE WITH THE SNAKE. The Slytherin brunette knew it was a bad idea to follow that old woman, but she knew Harry was one to always go looking for trouble-she hated that about him. He never could figure out what to check out and what to stay clear of. Blaire had curiously looked at the photo that the raven-haired boy took from Bathilda's house. She knew exactly who that was. The blonde-haired wizard who was in the picture was very recognizable. The brunette remembered reading all about the battle between Dumbledore and the wizard in a book about a few years ago.

"You wanted to know who the boy the in photograph was?" Blaire asked Harry, who nodded his head with delight.

"I know," the brunette stated. "Gellert Grindelwald."

Harry thought about it for a second, before the gears in his head began turning. "He's the thief I saw in Gregorovitch's wandshop. Speaking of which, where's my wand, Hermione?" The boy asked, glancing over at the witch who last had his wand.

Hermione guiltily smiled, reaching behind her back, pulling out Harry's broken wand. Blaire stared at it with amazement and humor. Soon, she busted out laughing, clenching her stomach from hurting. "Oh, Granger, you're such a bloody git."

Hermione glared in her direction, before turning back towards Harry. "As we were leaving Godric's Hallow, I casted a curse, and it rebounded. I'm sorry. I tried to mend it, but wands are different," the bright witch apologized.

"It's nothing. Lend me yours," Harry insisted. Hermione handed over her wand.

"You two go inside and get warm. I'll take the Horcrux as well," Harry told the two girls, as he went to take watch.

Blaire was stiffing a laugh as she and Hermione went inside the tent to keep warm. The brightest witch of their ages punched her in the arm, calling her a bloody wanker. The Slytherin only laughed harder, as she rubbed the sore spot where Hermione had punched her.

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Nightfall had casted over the scenery of the forest. The Slytherin and Gryffindor lay soundly asleep in the tent, trying to keep themselves warm. The Boy Who Lived sat against a tree stump keeping watch, as a doe Patronus had appeared. The raven-haired boy drew curious as he followed the doe down to a frozen lake. Harry had spotted the lost sword of Gryffindor. He stripped down to his underwear, jumping into the frigid cold lake water, fetching the sword. The lake soon started to seal itself close, as the Horcrux around the boy's neck began cutting of his windpipe from getting any air. Harry had finally reached the surface of the lake, coughing violently as he realized his best friend, Ron Weasley had saved him. The raven-haired boy was caught by surprise when he realized his best friend had came back so suddenly. The two decided it was time to destroy the Horcrux once and for all. Harry had used his gift from Voldemort-Parseltongue, to open the locket. The locket opened with a thrash, as a black like smoke slithered out of the once closed locket. Harry shouted for Ron to use the sword to destroy the Horcrux. Ron held the sword down by his side, looking at the picture the Horcrux was casting, like he was hypnotized by it. When the red-haired Weasley finally snapped out of the daze, he lifted the sword up, clashing it down upon the Horcrux. It gave out an ear curdling scream, before the noise and the smoke vanished without a trace.