Hours later, Harry managed to put up the tent which now glowed under the star lit sky.
"How are the mushrooms?" Hermione asked, pouring tea into small cups. "They seem to be the only edible thing growing around here."
Harry and Nadia exchanged subtle grimaces before feigning smiles. "They're great."
"Make sure to leave some for Ron." Hermione smiled.
Harry set his plate aside and picked up the Locket, studying it with a frown. "How bad is he?"
"He should be okay in a few days." Hermione sighed. "If only we could take him to Hogwarts, to Madam Pomfrey." Nadia sighed along with her at the hopeful yet far-fetched comment.
"So, where do we go from here?" Nadia asked, changing the sore subject.
"Dumbledore had a theory. He felt that the Horcruxes would not be made out of random objects. And he felt they wouldn’t be hidden randomly either. We know of three so far. The ring, which according to Dumbledore belonged to Tom Riddle’s grandfather. The diary,
which belonged to Tom himself. And this, which -- again, according to Dumbledore -- belonged to his mother." Harry explained.
Hermione and Nadia eyed the Locket as it glimmered in the firelight. "It scares me a bit, thinking that a piece of Vol--"
"No! Don't say his name!" Ron bellowed, racing to where the trio sat.
They all surveyed him with confusion. "It's taboo. That's how they track people now. It's how they found us in the cafe that night." He explained.
"How do you know?" Hermione questioned.
"I overheard a bloke from the Enforcement office talking about it at the Ministry." Then, Ron sniffed the air and scrunched up his nose. "Blimey,
what’s that smell?"
Hermione stood, no longer confident with her choice of food. "Dinner?"
"Not bloody likely." Ron grinned. "Smells like something Ginny would cook."
Hermione hummed then grabbed the teapot. "Tea?"
Ron nodded slowly, remorse clouding his eyes for his dinner comment at Hermione's reaction. "Is that it?" He asked as Harry handed him the Locket.
He turned it over in his palm and frowned. He looked up to Harry who nodded.
"I know. I felt it too. It's...it's like it's ticking or something. Like it has a tiny metal heart, like it's..."
"...Alive." Ron finished.
Nadia eyed it coldly. "I hate it. It's like he's here with us."
The trio silently agreed with her words.
"That's why we're going to kill it."
•••
"Dissendium!" Harry hissed at the Locket that lay on the forest floor.
He, Hermione and Nadia all had their wands aimed at it whilst Ron leant against a nearby tree, face pale.
The Locket only swirled in its place, still remaining intact.
"Incendio!" Hermione snapped. Flames engulfed the Locket as the metal flesh turned scarlet, but the flames soon died, leaving it unscathed.
"Expulso!" Nadia spat. The Locket was sent flying through the air but remained unmarked.
Harry's blood was boiling as he started firing non-verbal spells one after another, desperate to destroy the Locket.
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Fanfiction***UNDER MAJOR EDITING*** All she wanted was a quiet seven years filled with studying, friendships and, of course, magic. However, what she got, was seven drama-filled years with sworn enemies, the Boy Who Lived and the Slytherin Prince, fawning ove...
