𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

fifty-six || year 7 ✔️

A painful headache made Amelia open her eyes after she fell asleep, she puts her hand over her forehead and grimaces at the pain. She looks over to where Hermione was, she was peacefully asleep, her hair over her face.

"Amelia!" yelled a muffled voice from outside. "Hermione!"

Amelia slowly stands up, and shakes Hermione. "Mione...Harry's calling us."

The girl opens her eyes and nods, Amelia peers through the tent flap.

Harry sticks the sword in the ground. As Hermione and Amelia emerges, they blink against the brightness of the morning sun.

"Everything all right?" asked Amelia.

"Fine. Actually... more than fine." replied Harry,grinning.

He steps aside and Hermione and Amelia sees Ron, standing at the edge of the camp.

"Ronald!" greeted Amelia.

Hermione stares, mute, then walks past Harry and the ashes of the campfire, stopping right in front of Ron. He raises a hand, smiles sheepishly.

"Hey." greeted Ron.

And then... Hermione begins to throw him punches with everything she can find. "You -- complete -- arse -- Ronald -- Weasley! You crawl back here after all these weeks and say, 'Hey?'"

Amelia and Harry stands at the back, grinning. Hermione turns to Harry. "Where's my wand? Harry, where's my wand!"

Hermione walks over to the boy, Amelia holds her back. "Calm down, Hermione."

Harry places his hand over his pocket. "Um... I don't know?"

"Harry Potter, you give me my wand!"

"How come he's got your wand?" asked Ron. Amelia was about to answer when Hermione cuts her off.

"Never mind why he's got my wand." said Hermione. She stops and looks at the destroyed locket dangling in Rons hand. "What is that?"

"You destroyed it?" questioned Amelia, noticing it too.

The two girls glance at Harry, He indicates Ron. Hermione turns back to Ron and He nods. She starts to speak when her eyes shift, see the sword stuck in the ground.

"And exactly how is it you have the Sword of Gryffindor?" asked Hermione, Amelia lifts a brow.

"It's a long story." replied Harry.

Hermione ponders this, baffled, then looks back at Ron. "Don't think this changes anything."

"No, of course not," nodded Ron. "I only
destroyed a bloody freaking Horcrux! Why would that change anything. Look, I wanted to come back the minute I'd left. I just... didn't know how to find you."

"Exactly how did you find us?" asked Amelia.

"With this." Ron reaches into his pocket, pulls out the Deluminator. "It doesn't just turn off lights.I don't know exactly how it works, but Christmas morning I -- I was sleeping -- in this little pub-- I'd given some Snatchers the slip the night before, me being a blood- traitor and all -- anyway, I was sleeping when I heard it..."

"It?" frowned Harry.

"A voice." Ron turns to Hermione, holds up the Deluminator. "Your voice, Hermione. Coming out of this."

"And what did I say, may I ask?" Hermione lifts a brow.

"My name. Just my name. Like a whisper." replied Hermione. Amelia smiles, and puts a hand to her heart looking at the two in awe, and Harry grins and nudges her. Hermione stands perfectly still and blushes.