Finding Rosalind Gryffindor I √

thirteen

-Rosalind Gryffindor-

It had pained me greatly to know all about Horcruxes after our talk with Dumbledore, including that Harry should die, but not being able to tell him anything.

However, when we were in 1996, Dumbledore broke the news to Harry except for the sacrifice part. They went for a quest to find a Horcrux hidden inside a locket- only to find out that it was fake. And afterwards, Snape, that scum of a teacher, killed Dumbledore, as told by Harry.

In the other hand, we were about to find that we had really wrong impressions about Snape.

It was 1997, and a war was about to be fought.

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Being acquainted with Harry presented problems and we were already familiar with it by now. Most people didn't, and it cost lives in Bill and Cho Chang's wedding. We had to apparate, and from then on, started to live as the most-wanteds of the Ministry.

The first night we stayed in a tent, I cried my eyes out listening to the news from the radio as Hermione was out, setting protection charms and Ron complaining to her, whereas Harry was inside, he pretended to not realize that I was crying so it wouldn't hurt my pride. I knew.

Although it all got worse when the locket we had retrieved from the Ministry started to make us moody. Horcruxes release our dark side with their poisonous magic, and for Ron, that was the bottled up jealousy towards Harry.

"I thought you had plans. But instead, here we are, running from everything!" Ron yelled.

"Well, I'm sorry if you thought we were going to stay at 5-star hotels and find a Horcrux everyday!" Replied Harry. His sass really did nothing but worsen the situation.

"I hoped, after all that you knew what you were doing. I thought Dumbledore would have told you something worthwhile," Ron insisted.

"I told you everything Dumbledore told me. In case you haven't noticed, we have found a Horcrux already."

"Yeah, we're about as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them, aren't we?"

"Please take that off, Ron," begged Hermione, her hands getting hold of the locket, but Ron pushed her.

"I listen to the radio everyday, praying I won't hear Ginny's name. Or Fred and George's."

"Don't you think I-" Harry tried to resist before being cut off by Ron.

"You don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead. You have no family."

The second he finished his sentence, Harry jumped on him, wrapping his wrists around his neck. Hermione and I tried to pull him away as Harry was in the verge of cold bloodily harming Ron. After a short fight in which Ron's face started to get purple, Harry finally let go.

"Fine. Go then," he ordered.

Ron's nostrils enlarged and shrank rapidly. He tossed the locket on the floor and hung his backpack on his one shoulder.

"Aren't you coming?" He looked at me and Hermione.

Hermione held his arm, and shot us a one last look with her teary eyes before they went. Harry and I froze for a minute and then, we proceeded to our beds. Silence.

Happily, it was broken as an unfamiliar tune started playing on the gramophone. Harry offered his hand to me and we danced, slowly, no words were needed. His head rested on my shoulder as our hiccups on a seemingly broken friendship were the only voices to be heard at that night.