SHELL COTTAGE.

Three days had passed of the two teens managing to eat off an actual plate, to sleep on top of a comforting mattress and being able to bathe from the week straight of being on foot - being capable to take their shoes off and wiggle their toes. 

Platonically, Ron and y/n shared the guest bedrooms bed, and made it a routine to enjoy as much of the softness that they could envelop themselves in, embrace the warm house and the food Bill and Fleur would cook for the two.

Until one night y/n was woken up by an alarmed Ron, his wand ignited and pointing at her face, she woke up squinting, being told quietly to put her boots back on and the cardigan Fleur had given her, watching as Ron pack as many of his belongings back into his bag as y/n sleepily, noticed a small ball of light hovering in the centre of the room. Ron clicked his deluminator as he held his arm out, y/n taking hold of it.

The two teens felt their bodies twist and land back into a forest, the warmth of shell cottage had vanished with a thick sense of coldness surrounded their bodies. she looked up with Ron and noticed they were in some random forest, Ron looked around hopefully.

"Where have you taken me?" She asked the boy miserably, turning with his, noticing a silver misty animal trailing across the frosted over leaves, the two watching as it was far in the distance, pausing to form in the shape of a ball.

"That was Harry's patronus!" Ron told y/n instantly, y/n's squinted her eyes at him.

"Harry's patronus is a stag, not a doe, stags have antlers," she announced, shoving his arm. "Now where are we?" She asked him, the cold bitter temperature made her more awake.

"Come on, follow me," Ron ordered, almost jogging to where the patronus stood hovering. Y/n raised her brows at the ginger boy as he excitedly ran down the small hill with white layers of snow against the leaves.

Y/n joined him eventually, she couldn't stand around alone as it would be far too dangerous, especially in a forest again, so she managed to follow Ron towards the small ball, watching as it disappeared into the ground, a boy appeared from no where, alarming the pair as they turned back to hide behind large trees.

Ron crouched to grab his wand, picking one of the random three wands and chucked it towards y/n, not trying to repeat the past. Eventually, Ron looked behind first, noticing the moonlight helped him see ahead, and even through the thick trees, he couldn't see the boy.

"Stay alert," he whispered to y/n, she nodded slightly, as the two creeped over to a frosted over pond, a small hole carved off centre of the lake with a pile of clothes sat on the side of the pond.

They thought nothing of it until a foot began to boot from underneath the surface, bubbles bobbing up from the bitter water, they stepped over the ice cautiously, watching as the foot continued to beat at the ice. Y/n stepped down to wipe the frost away and noticed the Raven haired boy, his lightning bolt shaped scar pumping and revealed from his hair floating away from his forehead and the locket chain pulling him back into the water.

"Ron it's Harry!" Y/n yelled, watching as he had already removed his jacket and bag, at the edge of the pond, and jumped in, splashing y/n with the coldest water she had ever felt.

Y/n watched with her hands pressed against the cold frost, seeing her breath evaporate from her nose and lips, watching as Ron swam to the bottom of the pond, grabbing some item before swimming as fast a possible to his best friend, using his arms to loop under his armpits and swam back to the surface.

y/n watched gleefully as her God-brother gasped for breath, y/n reached over to copy what Ron did, and helped slide Harry across the snow, dripping wet as she pushed his back against a tree truck, where his clothes sat, he heaved from the biting cold water and shivered, Ron jumped out from the water with a long sword tightly gripped in his hands.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, his lip quivering as he cleaned his glasses, looking up at a shivering Ron Weasley, and a panicked y/n Black.

"Are. you. mad?" Ron asked, breathing through his word. "Why. The. Hell-" he added, gulping as he tried breathing through his nose. "Would you, jump in wearing, that," he pointed to the necklace dangling from Harry's neck.

"It was you?" Harry asked, looking at Ron oddly as he too was breathing heavily.

"Well yeah," Ron shrugged, sniffing, wiping his wet sleeve across his cold nose.

"Cough cough?" Y/n added, looking to Harry, seeing a smile creep onto his lips.

"Did you cast the patronus too?" The Raven haired boy asked, grabbing his thin purple shirt and slid it on over his wet chest.

"What? no, I thought it was you," Ron responded, him and y/n watched as he grabbed his denim jeans.

"No, my patronus is a-" Harry continued, buttoning up his jeans and tying up his belt until y/n butted in.

"Stag told you," y/n told Ron, who gently smiled.

"Right, antlers," the ginger boy said, placing his hands above his wet hair, imitating the wooden structure above the creatures head, the sword dangling from his grip.

Harry awkwardly nodded, taking off the locket and placed it against the wooden trunk, licking his lips and sniffed, walking back as he looked towards y/n and Ron, staring down at the locket delicately placed in front of them. 

"Go on Ron," Harry told his mate, coughing as his breath vapourated.

"No, I can't," Ron responded, shaking his head, the sword dangling in his grip.

"Defeat a part of Voldermort, let out your emotions from arguing with me and Hermione," Harry shrugged towards Ron, watching at the ginger shook his head again, small droplets of water left his uncut hair.

"No I can't," Ron repeated.

"Then why are you both here?" Harry suddenly snapped at the two standing opposite him, watching as Ron lowered his head in response but quickly irritated y/n.

"For the record Harry I didn't willingly apperate, this goon apperated whilst I had hold of his arm, do not try aim this at me," y/n processed to argue, Harry silently listened, Ron nodding with her. "Besides when we left we had no idea where you lot would be and Ron's arm bled profusely once we landed the first apperation, so we had to trek to your destinations on foot, don't have a go at us will you?" She asked her God-brother as he nodded with a small sigh, the air pushed past his lips.

"I have to talk to it in order for it to open, I dunno what's in there but whatever it is don't hesitate, whatever's in there will put up a good fight," he alarm Ron, who held the sword, this time agreeing with a nervous nod, gripping the sword.

"One, two," Harry counted, y/n stepping aside from Ron as he lifted the sword above his head. "sysahthaga," Harry whispered in the foreign language.

The three teens watched as the locket magically opened, bursting out black misty spoke, the three were knocked off their feet from the sudden burst of smoke, landing on their bottoms as they watched the trees sway aggressively with the swirls of black smoke, all backing away from the locket as they could, the smoke being as large as the forbbidean forests trees.

"I have seen your heart, and it is mine," Voldermort whispered to the ginger boy, the smoke formed into a black goo, watching as it spiralled up a tree truck, the three continued to back away but Harry paused to cover his ears and hurl over. "I have seen your dreams, seen your fears Ron Weasley," voldermorts wispy voice, spiders formed from thin air and multiple crawled back, looking back up at the smoke, watching as it swirled more, the smoke pushing past the leaves and his damp hair. "Fears of how your loved one prefers your friend over you, hwo your mother preferred a daughter than you," voldermorts added, making Ron stop, even as spiders began to crawl.

"RON KILL IT!" Harry yelled, managing to get up on his feet, only to be knocked off again by the smoke.

White and grey specks of ambers managed to form and spiral along with the black ash, 'till two recognisable figures stepped through, only on the spot but continued to walk through the White smoke and created grey bodies. Which made Hermione's bushy hair look deflated as well as Harry's hair seem more neat, the scar against his forehead looking more defined than usual.

"We were better off without you, happier without you," the grey, sunken in Harry figure spat, his eyes directed towards Ron. Y/n noticed as Harry pushed against the heavy wind, crawling under the black smoke.

"Who could look at you, compared to Harry Potter? Who could look at you compared to the chosen one?" The false, deflated Hermione questioned Ron, glaring with a smirk as Ron glared at the false images.

"Ron it's a lie!" Harry yelled against, covering his head from the smoke.

"Kill it!" Y/n included, covering her head as the breeze hit harder.

"You...are nothing.." Hermione told Ron again, with a evil smirk against her face. "Nothing." She told, turning to the false Harry, as Harry did the same, both pulling their aces closer to each other and close to where their lips had met, chewing aggressively against each other's faces, deepening their kiss further.

Ron glared at the false image, and Harry who hurled over underneath the dark swirling smoke. The ginger boy gripped onto the sword of Gryffindor, stepping up onto his feet, as he raised the sword above his head, screaming as he lunged towards the smoke, running past the smoke of Harry and Hermione snogging as he threw the sword down and crushed the locket.

"Woah," Harry mumbled as Ron stumbled back, dropping to his knees, abandoning the sword beside him. Y/n moved from her stance and stumbled in between Ron and Harry, noticing as Ron covered his face, his shoulders shook.

"I've always felt my mother never liked me, she never usually listened to me, and always praised Ginny, it's like what you-know-who said, my mum always wanted a daughter," Ron cried, his faces still being covered as his words muffled through his hands. "And seeing you and Hermione together made me feel so unloved and unwanted that I thought if I went home I'd be treated better," he told the two as he hiccupped, moving his hands to wipe his tears.

"Well I know you don't like me saying it, but I love your sister and I view Hermione as another sister," Harry told the ginger boy, wiping his snot at the back of his wet sleeve.

"We both think you could be like a big bother to us Ronald, and even though we never say it, you're always loved by us okay?" She reassured him, rubbing his shoulder as she did when he first sobbed in front of her. "i need a fuckin' cigarette," y/n muttered, sniffing.

Ron continued to let out his sobs for a little more than fifteen minutes, Harry and y/n just sat beside him as they let his tears flow from his eye ducks, the more he cried the more the sun began to rise and the three grabbed their things, standing up, following Harry back to where the tent was placed.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Harry yelled, y/n and Ron timidly behind him as the tent doors was thrown back, seeing hermiones bushy hair poke out.

"Everything alright?" She asked, as Harry nodded, the girl jogged up the small hill, her eyes immidately darted towards Ron's wet firey red hair.

"More than alright actually," Harry told the girl, furrowing her brows as she glared at Ron, the boy smiled up at her.

"Hey," he said, his smiled dropped when Hermione stomped towards him.

"You," she started, pushing him back lightly, y/n and Harry watched the girl oddly. "complete," dragging his bag off his shoulder, before crouching down and picked a handful of snowy leaves. "ass, Ronald Weasley!" She yelled, chucking the leaves over to him. "you don't show up here for weeks, and you say hey?" She used his bag to hit his leg, watching as he stared at her horrified, turning back to where Harry stood. "Where's my wand Harry," she asked him. "Where's my wand," the Raven haired boys eyes widened when she started stomping over to him too. "Harry potter you give me my wand!" She yelled, pinning him up to a tree as he finished her sentence with a scared 'I don't know!' 

"How come he's got your wand?" Ron asked, Hermione snapping back to where Ron stood.

"Never mind why he's got my wand," she snapped, looking down to the locket inside y/n's ha da, blacked out and opened. "you destroyed it," she looked up at y/n, then to Ron curiously, as the ginger held the sword in his hands. "and how is it that you both happen to have the sword of Gryffindor?" She folded her arms, rains have her brows for an answer.

"Long story really," Harry included, Hermione looked back and huffed, turning to Ron again.

"Don't think this changes anything," she told him, turning in her heel as she stomped away.

"Oh of course not, only just destroyed a bloody horcrux how doesn't that change anything?" Ron questioned the stroppy girl, Hermione turning to Ron and crossed her arms hard, squeezing them together with rage. "We wanted to come back as soon as we left, we didn't know how to get back," Ron added as he shrugged.

"Yeah actually how did you get back?" Harry questioned, y/n turned to Ron's, as she too did t know how they've just managed to find Harry and Hermione, pinching her skin lightly and reassured herself that she's in reality.

"The Deluminator," Ron told, holding the product from his Jean pocket. "I was playing around with it at shell cottage, whilst y/n was alseep, and that's when I heard it," he said, smiling over to Hermione, who still continued to glare at him.

"Heard what?" Harry asked, he kept his eyes on the bushy haired girl.

"Your voice Hermione, you said nothing but my name, flew right towards me, threw my chest and i knew it was taking us where we needed to be and it ended up taking us to this hillside, it was dark and we was expecting for one of you to show yourselves, and you did," he finished, a soft look grew over Hermione's eyes but continued to hold her angry appearance.

-

"How long do you think you'll be mad at Ron?" Y/n asked Hermione. The two were sat outside the tent, it had been days since y/n and Ron had returned possibly even weeks but none of them kept count of how many Suns they had seen set or rise, they were still handling the routine of being in the woods again.

"A long time," Hermione stated, braiding y/n's blonde and black highlighted hair, adoring how it would weave through and blend the colours together.

"Ah right," y/n joked, holding her hands out to the small fire, looking back to her long wand sitting beside her ankle, happy she would work with her own wand rather than either one of the snatchers.

"Me and Harry figured that this symbol has something to do with all this journey, so we ended up going to Godrics Hollow, in Christmas Eve, we saw a graveyard and figured that a certain person have to do with the symbol, but Harry did find your mother and his parents gravestones," Hermione told, finishing up her braid as she sat with y/n again, holding her hands up to the fire too.

"Really?" Y/n looked to Hermione, her brows raised.

"Yeah, I laid down flowers for them, probably have been a while since someone has," Hermione shrugged, y/n smiled at her friend.

"So it was you who placed them, we found them on New Year's Eve," she told Hermione as the girl listened, growing interest, she admired her face, and how her nose was so well fitted with her mothers face.

"I wished I was as pretty as you are y/n, it would possibly people like me more, instead of me being so bossy all of the time?" She mumbled, hugging her knees and felt her eyes water at the bright flames.

"I beg your pardon?" Y/n started, turning to her best friend. "Hermione you're absolutely gorgeous, you may have wild hair you can't tame, or slight Buck teeth, but on the outside and in people still like you and even love you, your parents must be so proud of raising you to be such a well mannered clever woman," she paused, Hermione listened in again intrigued. "Besides why would you need more people to like you when there's me, Harry, Ron, Neville, Luna and Ginny, they all think you're wonderful," y/n watched as the girls cheeks blushed when mentioning Ron's name. "oh come on Hermione, you know Ron loves you just as much as I love Neville, he told me so," she smirked, watching as Hermione flushed, a lovesick smile covered her face.

"Reducio!" Harry suddenly yelled, alarming both teens, as they got up, Hermione grabbed her book, tucking back a strand of her mane of hair.

"What's going on in there?" Y/n yelled.

"Nothing," Harry lied, the two girl rushed inside to see a pair of boys looking guilty as ever, as well as a new wand in Harry's hand, his wand broke in an incident at godrics hollow, when encountering Nagini, voldermorts snake.

"We need to talk," Hermione told the boys, watching as they nodded. "I want to go see Xenophelius Lovegood," she announced, y/n nodded along as she heard her whole ramble outside the tent three nights ago.

"Sorry?" Harry asked the girl, Hermione flipped open the book written from Rita Skeeter, which exposed all of Albus Dumbledores secrets and his backstory.

"See this, it's a letter from Dumbledore to Grindlewauld, look at the signature, it's the mark again," she pointed to the small symbol beside his name, a triangle with a line standing in the centre with a circle in the centre of the triangle too. "It keeps popping up, beetle and the bard, the graveyard at Godrics hollow," Hermione passed the book for him to hold instead of showing him herself.

"It was there too," Harry said.

"Where?" She asked, gaining the book back by Ron.

"At Grogrivches wand shop," Harry told Hermione, the room furrowed their brows.

"Look you've got no idea where the next horcrux is and neither do I, but this, this means something," Hermione nodded her head, shaking the book passionately, as Ron smiled.

"Yeah Hermione's right, we ought to see lovegood, let's vote on it," the ginger boy announced, looking to the three standing inside the tent. "Those in favour," he lifted his left arm, y/n copied with a smile too, just for Hermione and Harry to stare at them oddly, causing them to both drop their hands again and get ready for bed.

-

It had crossed a couple more weeks until the four teens had finally begun their adventure for Xenophelius and Lunas home, they had apperated, metres away from the Weasley burrow as Ron knew the way to her house and they were distant neighbours.

the teens tooka few glances back to where the tall home stood until it became a dot in their vision, travelling over plenty of grassy meadows, when coming face to face with a stumpy black tower that stood beside a beach, paintings drawn on the outside walls, a small chain of planes blown up in the wind above their house.

The four trekked up to the front door, climbing up the stairs to see in a golden plague on the stable birch door, nailed against the top door read 'THE QUIBBLER - editor = X LOVEGOOD', indicating Ron took them to the right home, Hermione knocking against the wooden door.

in a matter of seconds they heard it unlock, the top door and swung it open, revealing Xenophelius Lovegood, his pale blonde hair reached to his shoulder and was greasy, purple bags laid under his eyes as his bright blue eyes pondered back at the four standing outside of his small home, wearing yellow night robs that looked shaggy and worn out.

"Who are you, what do you want?" He asked them quickly.

"Mr. Lovegood," Harry stepped up from the step he stood on, waving awkwardly at the paranoid man. "It's me Harry Potter, we met a few months ago?" He told the man, a gentle smoke appeared at Harry's thin lips, turning back to his friends. "Could we come inside?" He questioned.

They were instantly let inside and with five mugs already placed upstairs and his teapot of warm tea prepared, he allowed the teenagers to sit down on the second floor of their home, pouring a generous amount of the hot liquid, avoiding the squirmed looks they gave as the slurped it, pouring himself one and sat down.

"Where's Luna?" Hermione spoke up after a short pause.

"Luna?" He asked the girl. "She's down by the beach," he told them, an odd smile creeped against his face, causing the room to fall silent against, all raising their mugs and slurped on the herbal tea, Hermione, Harry, Ron and y/n grimaced at the bitter taste.

"So what do you need Mr. Potter?" Xenophelius questioned the infamous boy, placing his mug down, y/n kept the warm tea between her hands as the season was shifting towards Spring.

"Actually it was what you was wearing around your neck at the wedding, that symbol," Harry told the shaggy man, he fiddled with a small chain from around his neck reminding y/n of her own, twirling the ring around her index finger.

"You mean this?" The man asked Harry, holding it up so the symbol was shown in his palm.

"Exactly," Harry responded, reaching to analyse the symbol worn around his neck. "What we wondered was.. what is it?" He asked, everyone watching as his pale eyebrows furrowed to the infamous teen sitting in front of him.

"What it is?" Xenophelius asked him, noticing the confused looks on the others too. "Well it's the sign of the deathly Hallows of course?" He added, hermiones eyes widened at the name.

"The what?" Hermione and Harry asked together, Mr. Lovegood blankly stared at them.

"The deathly Hallows, I'm sure you've heard of the story of the three brothers," he shrugged.

"Yes," Hermione and Ron responded, y/n and Harry turned to them with odd glances.

"No," the teens added, looking back at Xenophelius.

"I have it here," Hermione told, searching inside her small beaded bag, reaching her arm inside and pulled out the small copy of Bettle and the Bard that was handed to her from Dumbledore, flicking open the pages and paused at a certain chapter. "there were once three brothers who were traveling alone a lonely road at twilight-" hermione paused to continue her sentence until Ron joined in.

"Midnight, mum always said midnight," Ron mumbled, looking up at Hermione as the bushy haired girl stared up at him. "but twilights fine, better even," he told her, as she slowly glanced to y/n and Harry, sighing as she looked back down at the pages.

"In time, the three brothers lead a treacherous path too dangerous to cross," Hermione continued, flipping over a page. "But in the nature of magic, they waved their wands and made a bridge, before they crossed however they found their path blocked by a hooded cloak, it was Death and he felt cheated," Hermione took breaths in between sentences, her eyes scanning through the page. "Travellers would usually drown in the rivers, so Death pretended to congratulate the three brothers and granted them prizes,

"The eldest asked for the most powerful wand, and from an elder tree nearby, the eldest brother was given the Elder Wand, The second asked to have something that will recall loved ones from the dead, Death handed the second brother a stone from the river offering it to him, naming it the Resurrection stone, The third and youngest brother, had asked for something that he could have so he wouldn't be followed by death again , so death handed over its own cloak of invisibility," Hermione took in a long inhale, flipping over another page, as her eyes began to scan again.

"The eldest later on that day bragged about invincibility after killing a man in a nearby pub, but later on, another man slit his throat during the eldest brothers sleep, taking the wand with him, with that, death took the first brother," she continued. "the second brother journeyed home and using the stone bring the woman he hoped to marry before her untimely death stood before him, over time she grew cold and sad, he later killed himself, death taking the second brother. Death found difficulty finding the final brother, it took years before the last brother finally shredded the cloak of invisibility passing it down to his son and welcoming death as an old friend," Hermione finished, closing the small book with a small smile as Xenophelius' eyes were glued onto the way his tea moved inside of his mug.

"So there you have it, the deathly Hallows," Mr. Lovegood told, leaving the room not exactly sure what to say.

"I'm sorry sir, I still don't quite get it," Harry responded, his friends agreed.

Xenophelius Lovegood nodded at the boy, jumping out of his armchair and shuffled against the wooden floor in a quick matter, looking at his desk which was loaded of drafts and scraps for his magazine, sliding different types of paper out the way until he found a blank sheet of parchment, opening his draws as fast as possible, almost knocking everything off his desk as he grabbed a bottle of ink, shuffling under the paper to find his feather quill.

He shakily pressed his quill against the parchment, drawing a straight vertical line,turning back at the teens, opening his mouth to say: "the elder wand," brushing his greasy hair back he used his quill to draw a circle sitting at the bottom of the line and had it run through yet not all the way. "The resurrection stone," he mumbled again as he pressed his quail to join the top of the line and the bottom of it and the circle with a triangle. "The invisibility cloak," he announced, returning his quill back to his desk as well as his ink leaving untouched on the desk. "together they make the deathly Hallows, together they make one the master of death," he finished, facing away from the parchment yet his posture did not straighten.

"Mr. Lovegood has the Pevrall family got anything to do with the Deathly Hallows," Hermione asked, and with a small jolt he nodded in response.

"Yes, ah, they were the original owners of the deathly Hallows, and inspiration for the three brothers plot line, Ah, your teas gone cold, I'll go fetch some more," Xenophelius told the four, opening the teapot that sat chilly inside, scurrying down the spiralled staircase with the blue teapot in hand.

"Let's go, I'm not drinking anymore of that tea," Ron told his mates, grabbing his bag, swinging it over his shoulder.

"Don't be so harsh, he's trying his best," y/n copied, Harry and Hermione joining after them downstairs.

They allowed Hermione in front since she knew what to say in most situations, especially as she seemed to be so well mannered in many areas they stumble across, all four returning onto the first floor, unsure what to do or say as Mr. Lovegood stood at a kitchen counter gazing outside at the beach breeze.

"You forgot the water," Ron intruded his thoughts, the four watched as he startledly jumped at his voice.

"What?" He rudely responded.

"For the tea," Ron added, growing a small smile which Mr. Lovegood copied.

"Oh, yes, how silly of me," Xenophelius chuckled, shuffling past the four and over to where his sink say with filthy dishes needed to be cleaned.

"It's no matter really, we should get going," Hermione stepped forward.

"NO YOU CANT!" Xenophelius yelled, throwing the teapot inside of the sink, shattering before scurrying as fast he he could past the four again and over to his stable door and practically threw his entire body weight against it, making them incapable of leaving, sobs muffled under his breath as his shoulders shook.

"Sir?" Harry asked.

"You're my only hope," the man responded, turning his back against his front door. "They were angry you see, at what I had been writing," he whispered, his eyes flickered up at Harry. "They took her," he told them in a low tone, removing himself from the door. "They took my Luna," he told, raising his hands to his chest as if he were begging. "My Luna," he told Harry, lifting up his shaggy black hair to reveal his sixteen year old scar, Harry respectfully lowering his hands away from his forehead, staring at Lunas father through his circled lens'.

"Who did sir?" Harry soon asked, the four stared as Xenophelius' lip quivered.

"...Voldermort," he told.

A sudden bang corrupted from the window, causing it to smash and fall into his sink along with his other dishes. Ron's eyes widened as he dragged them all to the back of the home, some part of the ceiling broke apart and fell, the ginger boy helping them to not fall or run into debris.

The four all ducked down as black figures of smoke begun to circle around the house, Xenophelius charging outside and screaming that he had caught the chosen one, throwing his arms up like a guilty man. The teens held their hands over their heads hearing as more glass and mugs shattered, parts of the wall broke off as well at the explosion causing paper to tear into little squares and fly around the room.

A death eater came inside the window, noticing the four crouched in the corner, eyes widenied at the sight of him suddenly appearing before Hermione grabbed hold of them all and twisted their hollow bodies back towards a Scottish lake.