Orphan, Aubrey Thomas was founded by Voldemort himself, before his powers were taken away from infant Harry Potter. Raised by Death Eaters, Aubrey is put into a mission to gain Harry Potter's trust to lend him over to the Dark Lord. Aubrey's hatred...
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THE BROKEN LOCKET hung down from Harry's hand, as the three approached camp. Hermione came worriedly out, staring at red-head in anger. Her glaze moved to Aubrey, who apologetically smiled toward her. Even though Hermione was steaming with fury toward the Weasley boy, she was happy to see Aubrey. No matter how ruthless her confession was, Hermione knew she was on their side. She could see it in the witch's eye; she was telling the truth.
"Hi," Ron guiltily greeted, the sword of Gryffindor hanging at his side.
"You..." Hermione grumbled, hitting Ron repeatedly. "Are a complete ass, Ronald Weasley! You show up here after weeks and you say "hey"," the witch shouted.
"Technically, Hermione, he said hi," Aubrey spoke, earning a glare from the raging witch. Aubrey immediately closed her month, looping her arm around Harry's. Harry chuckled lightly, kissing the top of her head.
"Where's my wand, Harry?" Hermione insisted, turning toward the raven-haired wizard.
Harry moved away from Aubrey, hiding Hermione's wand behind his back, knowing she would use it to curse Ron. "I don't know."
"You give me my wand!"
"What happened to your wand?" Ron questioned at Harry.
"Never mind why he's got my wand," Hermione snapped.
Hermione stopped suddenly, glancing at the broken Horcrux in Harry's hand. "What is that? You destroyed it? And how is it that you just happened to have the sword of Gryffindor?"
"That's a long story," Aubrey sighed, running her fingers through her hair.
"How did you guys find us?" Harry asked, staring between Ron and Aubrey.
"It was Christmas morning, and I had been moving around through towns hiding out from Snatchers and Death Eaters, Ron and I both. We bumped into each other at this little coffee shop near London. We talked about what happened after we left you both, and we decided to rejoin you both again. And Ron was fiddling around with his Deluminator," Aubrey explained in detail.
"I heard your voice Hermione, and Aubrey heard Harry's from the Deluminator," Ron mentioned.
"And what exactly did we say, if I may ask?" Hermione asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Just our names, like a whisper. So, I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. It flew toward us, the ball of light. So, we disapparated, and came to this hillside. It was dark, we no idea where we were. I just hoped one of you would show yourself, and you did," Ron finished off, as he looked over at Harry.
