adored by him | *under editing*

seventh year × 91

The quartet walked for days, through many different places.

As of now, the trudged through a farmer's fields, eyes darting about in search of danger.

Harry and Hermione walked up ahead whilst Ron and Nadia trailed behind.

The red-head narrowed his eyes at the pair in front of him, sneering when they laughed or when their shoulders brushed.

Nadia looped her arm through his and sighed. "I'm sure it's nothing, Ron."

"Yeah, right." He grunted.

Nadia frowned and surveyed the pair. She wouldn't admit it but, she too had been having suspicions about their developing relationship over the past few days.

Suddenly, a loud whistling echoed through the sky as black plumes of smoke came into view. Death Eaters.

The quartet quickly took cover in an old barn, making sure their surroundings were clear before setting off again.

They continued walking until they reached a stony beach.

Harry put up the tent under a pier, deciding that to be a safe place to sleep for the night.

As Hermione tended to Ron's bandages, Harry stood by the edge of the protective enchantments, seemingly deep in thought. Nadia was trying to catch some sleep but the chill, sea air was difficult to combat, even when she was laying by the fire.

"He doesn't know what he's doing, does he?" Ron asked.

Hermione frowned, glancing at Harry with a hint of doubt in her eyes. "None of us do."

Ron soon entered the tent, arm cleaned and bandages changed, whilst Hermione went to talk to Harry.

He huffed on arrival. "You okay?" Nadia questioned, rubbing her heavy eyes.

"This is such a great plan, right?" Ron drawled sarcastically. "I mean it's just walk. Sleep. Walk. Sleep. Nothing useful is getting done."

Nadia lips curled downwards as she reached to take the Locket from his neck, knowing the effect which it had on someone's mood.

Ron didn't protest, actually giving a small smile when he was free from its grasp.

"It's Harry's turn." Nadia stated, taking the Locket and exiting the tent.

•••

The charred husks of several caravans and RVs lay about the ash-ridden park.

Nadia, followed by the trio, paused and briefly glanced about the scorched earth. A blackened swing swan back and forth aimlessly in the bitter breeze.

She gulped as her eyes shifted to the ground, where a small toy sat; one not of muggle making. "Wizards were here." She said sadly.

"I don't like this place." The trio turned towards Hermione. "I want to go."

They agreed with her words and set off again, trudging through the burnt ground.

Nadia slipped her hand into Hermione's, hoping to provide some comfort for the both of them. Hermione gave a soft smile before keeping her eyes on where they were going.

•••

The quartet had ended up setting up camp in another woodland.

Nadia was soundly sleeping to the sound of the radio whilst Ron watched over her. Harry and Hermione were attempting to give themselves some TLC.