Charles, Ron, and Hermione were in the forest now. Hermione set up a tent and cast many muggle repelling charms and disillusionment charms.
Hermione sighed at Ron's incompetence inside the tent.
"What?! Not every minor is running from You-Know-Who!"
Hermione stayed silent.
"I'm going to call Harry," Charles spoke up.
"No! It's too dangerous for him!" Hermione admonished.
Charles rolled his eyes and sent a mental message to his brother, as Hermione continued to give reasons that Harry couldn't come.
Soon enough, Harry appeared and dropped down inside the tent.
Ron instinctively scooted back and Hermione's eyes widened.
"Charles," Harry said.
"Harry."
They both burst out laughing.
"Oh, by the way," Harry reached into his pocket, pulling out a shrinked container of cookies, "here's some cookies. Sally wanted me to make some for her and these are the leftovers."
"Thanks," Charles replied as Ron's mouth watered at the sight.
"And no, Weasley, I'm not giving any to you. You eat enough at Hogwarts."
Ron huffed and Hermione smiled as she took a bite of a cookie.
Harry turned towards back to Charles.
"So, why did you need me? And why are you guys in a tent?"
Hermione's attention was brought back to the reasons Harry couldn't come. She was rethinking her decisions as Harry's ability to teleport definitely was beneficial.
"I found out Vol- You-Know-Who made Horcruxes, so we have to destroy them. I wanted you to tag along. For your second question... that's a long story."
Charles figured the Death Eaters would know whenever someone said, "Voldemort," considering what happened in the cafe.
Harry nodded.
"Oh fuck, I didn't pack, let me just go do that."
"Language!" Hermione reprimanded.
"English." Harry answered cooly before disappearing.
Charles laughed.
Harry reappeared with a shrunken purse on his wrist. He enlarged it and pulled out another container.
"Sally wanted me to give you this. Said it was a good luck charm."
Charles opened the box to reveal a small black and green teddy bear.
"She definitely got the color scheme right." Charles winked. Harry winked back.
"Who's Sally?" Ron finally spoke up.
Harry turned towards Ron in fake shock.
"I forgot you existed!"
Ron's face darkened.
"Sally is a roommate of Harry's from where he lives." Charles answered for Harry.
Harry then noticed how small the tent was.
"Gee, you expect me to live in here for whatever amount of time!"
Hermione looked apologetic.
"I don't know the spell for the enlargement of an area yet."
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Black Red and Black Green
Horror*WARNING* VIOLENCE AND GORE *WARNING* Everyone knows about Creepypasta. Everyone knows about the Boy-Who-Lived, Charles Potter. But no one knew about Harry Potter. Harry Potter was sent away to the Dursleys' when he was only 4. Abused and neglected...