-Rosalind Gryffindor-

It had pained me greatly to know all about Horcruxes after our talk with Dumbledore, including that Harry should die, but not being able to tell him anything.

However, when we were in 1996, Dumbledore broke the news to Harry except for the sacrifice part. They went for a quest to find a Horcrux hidden inside a locket- only to find out that it was fake. And afterwards, Snape, that scum of a teacher, killed Dumbledore, as told by Harry.

In the other hand, we were about to find that we had really wrong impressions about Snape.

It was 1997, and a war was about to be fought.

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Being acquainted with Harry presented problems and we were already familiar with it by now. Most people didn't, and it cost lives in Bill and Cho Chang's wedding. We had to apparate, and from then on, started to live as the most-wanteds of the Ministry.

The first night we stayed in a tent, I cried my eyes out listening to the news from the radio as Hermione was out, setting protection charms and Ron complaining to her, whereas Harry was inside, he pretended to not realize that I was crying so it wouldn't hurt my pride. I knew.

Although it all got worse when the locket we had retrieved from the Ministry started to make us moody. Horcruxes release our dark side with their poisonous magic, and for Ron, that was the bottled up jealousy towards Harry.

"I thought you had plans. But instead, here we are, running from everything!" Ron yelled.

"Well, I'm sorry if you thought we were going to stay at 5-star hotels and find a Horcrux everyday!" Replied Harry. His sass really did nothing but worsen the situation.

"I hoped, after all that you knew what you were doing. I thought Dumbledore would have told you something worthwhile," Ron insisted.

"I told you everything Dumbledore told me. In case you haven't noticed, we have found a Horcrux already."

"Yeah, we're about as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them, aren't we?"

"Please take that off, Ron," begged Hermione, her hands getting hold of the locket, but Ron pushed her.

"I listen to the radio everyday, praying I won't hear Ginny's name. Or Fred and George's."

"Don't you think I-" Harry tried to resist before being cut off by Ron.

"You don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead. You have no family."

The second he finished his sentence, Harry jumped on him, wrapping his wrists around his neck. Hermione and I tried to pull him away as Harry was in the verge of cold bloodily harming Ron. After a short fight in which Ron's face started to get purple, Harry finally let go.

"Fine. Go then," he ordered.

Ron's nostrils enlarged and shrank rapidly. He tossed the locket on the floor and hung his backpack on his one shoulder.

"Aren't you coming?" He looked at me and Hermione.

Hermione held his arm, and shot us a one last look with her teary eyes before they went. Harry and I froze for a minute and then, we proceeded to our beds. Silence.

Happily, it was broken as an unfamiliar tune started playing on the gramophone. Harry offered his hand to me and we danced, slowly, no words were needed. His head rested on my shoulder as our hiccups on a seemingly broken friendship were the only voices to be heard at that night.

"Rosalind, can we visit Godric Hollow's? I think my parents could give me some motivation to keep going," he whispered, pleading for a yes.

I didn't dare say that Voldemort was probably waiting him there. I could comprehend the absence of a familial love and how hurt he was right now. I nodded.

"Thanks."

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The snow was already five inches deep but there were freshly picked flowers on the graves of Lily and James Potter. Harry was gazing deep into it when I came to mention the same symbol was on a grave here, like the one Hermione saw in the book that Dumbledore left her.

"That's weird," he commented.

"And... I think someone's watching us."

We turned back to see an old woman standing at the entrance of the cemetery, staring at us with her small, snake-like carved eyes.

"Come," she mouthed. We hopelessly followed, ending up at a small wooden cottage. The living room was lit by a candle and the walls were covered with spider webs and dust.

Harry held a book in the air. The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore. "Are you Bathilda Bagshot?" He asked. The old lady nodded and beckoned. I tried to follow too but she glared at me. It was getting really creepy. I decided to take a look at the book, which I got bored with and threw into my bag just in case.

A minute or two passed by and I still couldn't hear anything. Worried, I went upstairs. I looked to see Bagshot cornering Harry. "I've been waiting for this moment for sixteen years, Harry," she said, licking her dry lips. "The Polyjuice Potion was awful, but I guess one must compromise to have command of the wizarding world." Needing to act fast, I shouted, "Confringo!". To my luck, it went on to break Harry's wand in half.

Panicking, I picked up the wand and Harry, and we apparated back to the Dean Forest as we saw Bagshot's features languidly similarized with Voldemort's. 

"He knew you'd come to Godric's Hallow," I mumbled. He rose an eyebrow, so I hastily changed the subject. "Nevermind. I have something to tell you."

I revealed the truth about his wand to Harry, afraid of his reaction, yet he just said passively, "Okay." That made me feel even more guilty. But at the end of a scarily thrilling day (which was only the start of our adventure) I was fatigued and went off to sleep. Meanwhile, Harry was outside, watching out for us.

I was awoken by Hermione. Ron and Harry were standing like they were on good terms and there was the Sword of Gryffindor in the right hand of Ron and the locket, broken, in the other.

"Is this a dream?" I questioned as I yawned.

"No," Harry chuckled. "I saw a Silver Doe when I was on the watch, it resembled of my father's stag, so naturally, I followed. It led me to a small lake, in which, the Sword of Gryffindor shone with all its glory. I broke the ice and dived in. But when I tried to come out, the hole was once again closed with ice, and I couldn't break it, no matter what I did. I was about to embrace the darkness, with the locket on my neck, when Ron pulled me out. He says they regretted leaving and came there by following the light out of the Deluminator. The last but not the least, Ron smashed the locket with the sword- it was a tough challenge, really." He took a look at Hermione and an embarrassed Ron. I didn't inquire any further.

"It's nice to see you guys again."

"Feeling's mutual," Hermione replied.

And then, we planned what to do the following day. We were going to the house of one of our rare active supporters, Xenophilius Lovegood, who lived on a hill close to the Weasleys' Burrow. We were no surprised to see he was quite odd.

"Luna's out to search for some creatures to be featured in the next issue of The Quibbler, it's confidential," he said, smiling broadly. "Anyways, how can I help you?"

"Actually, we were searching for the meaning of a symbol. The one on your necklace in Billy Weasley's wedding," Harry responded.

"You mean this..." he pointed on it. We agreed synchronically.

"It's the sign of the Deathly Hallows of course."

"The what?" Harry, Hermione and I questioned at the same time.

"The Deathly Hallows," he repeated, and went to search something desperately. He lifted his head suddenly from the pile of papers he carried out.

"The Elder Wand... The most powerful wand ever made. The Resurrection Stone... The Cloak of Invisibility... Together, they make the Deathly Hallows. They make one Master of Death."

"That was the symbol on the grave of The Family Peverells. Does it have to do anything with them?" I remarked.

"Yeah... I'll be right back."

"I think it'd be better if we leave," Hermione commented.

"No!" We jumped back with Mr Lovegood's punch on the table. "They have been angry with me, because I help you, Mr Potter. So they took my Luna. I can't let you leave."

"Who took her?" Harry asked, in hopes of rescuing her.

"Voldemort," Mr Lovegood replied gravely. And with the use of the taboo, black steams transformed in form of the Death Eaters, throwing hexes everywhere around the house. We could hear Mr Lovegood shouting "I've got him, I've got him!" Shook with betrayal, we apparated once more, only to be face to face with a gang of Snatchers.

I ran, not looking back, lights of hexes passing by every side and then I stopped at the sight of Hermione shooting a spell at Harry, who had fallen.

His face started to swell. Hermione was trying to disguise him. I was an idiot for stopping because now, I was caught too, so Hermione had to give up.

"Nice girl," the man who was apparently the leader of the gang said and held Hermione's chin to force her to look at him. I could see Ron's veins on his throat popping with rage. "Now, what are your names?"

"Penelope Clearwater." Hermione had given Percy's girlfriend's name. The man rose an eyebrow. "Half-blood," she added.

"Scabior, check the list. Ginger?"

Ron tried to reply but it all came out incomprehensible as his mouth was full of blood.

"Later. And you, ugly face?" He asked with a disgust on Harry's pink, swollen face.

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley."

"There's no one called Vernon Dudley in the list," Scabior retorted.

"Maybe it's just not on the list. He's a pureblood in the ministry."

"Oh, we'll see about that. What are you doing here, in the amidst of such a period?"

"We were bored of Hogwarts so we ran off," Harry replied, trying to sound confident, with was partially impossible as his voice was muffled with his throat looking like it got stung by a bee.

"Hogwarts? What house are you in?"

"Slytherin."

The man laughed. "I wonder why they all think we want to hear that. So boy, describe us The Slytherin Common Room."

He knew this one from the time he sneaked in to the Slytherin Common Room with Malfoy in the effect of the Polyjuice potion.

"It's located in The Dungeons, with it's windows looking out to the depths of the Hogwarts Lake. It has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted leather sofas, skulls and dark wood cupboards."

"Impressive. If only we haven't seen these girls on the newspapers before as 'Harry Potter's traveling companions. Now come on, we'll see what we do with you."

I thought we were getting screwed as I believed we were taken to the ministry, which was led by the minister under the Imperius Curse of the sinister. But where we were taken to was far worse. It was where I was mercilessly tortured.

The majestic Malfoy Manor was an ice cream, and Bellatrix Lestrange greeting us with her wicked smile was a cherry on top.

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We are slowly coming to an end (I'd say in about 2-3 chapters)... This chapter was like a mixture of the last book and film but I hoped you liked it! By the way, thanks for 1.5k reads and please don't forget to vote if you enjoyed or give your insight on the story!