❝I'm in a box. But I'm the one who locked me in, suffocating. And I'm running out of oxygen.❞
( deathly hallows )
( plot credit: -patronus )
( r. allen book one )
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CHAPTER TEN. GODRIC'S HOLLOW
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The quiet seemed more deafening with the tensions rising and no future of leaving this quest in sight. Rosalie rarely spoke to Hermione and Harry, hating how they (Harry) so easily let their friend leave. Really, no one ever spoke. They just read, traveled, and slept. The cycle never changed and nothing ever happened. Sometimes, Rosalie could hear Hermione silently weeping in the moonlight, but the Allen girl only turned away and tried to sleep, ignoring Hermione and pretending that she wasn't crying.
Again and again they traveled, never staying in one place for too long, only a day or two. Rosalie continued to read Dumbledore's journal, but found nothing that could help them. She listened to the radio as well, hearing the music it played, as sad as it was, as if the stations could sense that there was no joy with the quest they were on. And everyone pretended like they others didn't exist, especially Rosalie, who avoided the others like a plague if she could.
But now, there was no avoiding them. The place they were staying at a place where she couldn't find. They didn't put up the tent, finding it now useless because they would just take it down the next day, and there were no trees to hide behind, so she sat next to Harry quietly. There was silence, until:
"Hermione," Harry spoke, the Granger girl looked at him, "You were right. It's like you said. Snitches have flesh memories. But I didn't catch my first Snitch with my hand. I almost swallowed it."
The two girls looked to see the words vanish from the orb, awe written on their faces. "I open at the close?" Hermione asked, confusion filling her.
"What do you reckon it means?" Harry asked her.
Hermione shuffled uncomfortably. "I don't know," it was clear that she did, but lied, and Rosalie chose to ignore it, "But look, I've found something as well..." she changed the topic.
Hermione took out The Tales of Beedle the Bard, flipping the pages until stopping at one with a small drawing of a triangular eye, and she pointed at it.
"I thought it was a picture of an eye, but now I don't think it is, It isn't a rune and it's not in Spellman's Syllabary either. And it's been inked in – somebody drew it – it isn't part of the book," Hermione explained.
"Luna's dad was wearing that, at Ron –" Harry stopped, correcting himself, "At Bill and Fleur's wedding."
Rosalie studied the symbol, seeing what it was. She bit the inside of her mouth, not wanting to speak to them, but wanting to inform them of what it was.
"What d'you mean – wearing it?" Hermione inquired, looking at Harry.
"Around his neck. Like an amulet. I didn't think much of it at the time. You know Luna – she's always got some mad thing or the other she's carrying around. I just figured it ran in the family."
