nowhere | dramione

Listen, Harry

I lay on my bed, staring at the canvas roof of the tent and watched as heavy droplets of rain lightly dented it as they rolled off. I listened to Ron's deep breathing across the room but I knew Harry was still awake, probably trying to work out what to do next. We had one Horcrux, no means of destroying it and no clue where the next one was. Not only that, we also had a brand new problem in the form of a weird triangular eye symbol. It seemed to be appearing everywhere and none of us knew what it was. I couldn't understand why Dumbledore seemed to have told Harry nothing . Of course I trusted Harry fully, but sometimes I would wonder if he was hiding something from us.

"Harry?" I whispered into the semi-darkness. "Harry, are you awake?"

"Yeah," came the reply. "Can't stop thinking. I don't know what to do now, Mione, I really don't."

I sighed. "Me neither. Are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure Dumbledore didn't give me any clues, I've tried and tried to think of anything he could've said that could be even slightly relevant."

"Okay, I'm sorry, don't get snappy. We should move tomorrow."

I heard Harry shuffle round in his bed as he said, "I was thinking that, too. Where do you reckon we should go next?"

"Oh, I don't know. Anywhere as long as it's not here." At the moment, we were camped in a field Ron and his family had camped in a few years ago. Now, however, it was a freezing cold and rainy flooded marshland. I thought of all the places we had been so far - and there were many. We'd been everywhere, from sunny meadows to freezing forests.

"Harry..." I began slowly. I had an idea but I - as was becoming normal for me now - was nervous about how Harry would respond. "Harry, I think I know somewhere. But you might not like it."

I listened as Harry got up and shuffled to our 'kitchen' (which was really just a portable camping stove and a few other bits and pieces) then propped myself up on my elbow to see what he was doing.

"Okay," he began as he picked up the cleanest mug. "Why wouldn't I like it?"

He poured water into his mug and sat back on his bed before patting the space beside him and moving further towards his pillow. "Because," I began as I sat down in the space Harry had made, "Because it is a little silly."

"Silly? You? Never," Harry laughed then, actually laughed. I beamed and laughed with him. It felt great to sit there laughing with Harry as though the last few months hadn't happened. "Shh!" Harry said suddenly as Ron stirred in his sleep. "He needs this rest for his arm. The sooner we can disapparate, the better. Go on, Mione, what's your idea."

"We could go to - well, there's this place that I've heard of called the Fourbe Woods."

"Why wouldn't I like that? Apart from the fact that trees are starting to bore me."

I allowed myself a small smile before continuing, "The Fourbe Woods are wizard created, originally used for trading rare animals such as dragons or for meeting away from Muggles. The trees have many permanent Muggle-repelling charms cast on them and there are spells to trick the eyes and ears so you have to be right up close to someone to see and hear them properly."

"That sounds perfect, Mione!" said Harry, "Was the problem that we might lose each other?"

"We will have to stay close, yes, but that's not the problem. The problem is, the Fourbe Woods are close to..." I watched Harry's face carefully for a reaction, "Malfoy Manor."