Imagine... You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are horcrux hunting, when Harry and Ron get into a fight. Ron and Hermione decide they can't handle being away from their families anymore, and leave you and Harry.
(Btw your Ron's sister. Your twins with Ginny, but your not identical twins, just born at the same time and stuff)

You were laying on a stiff, dusty cot in the corner of the large tent, reading an old Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook Hermione had stored in her bag for the fifth time now. It was basically all you could do to ensure you didn't go mad. Ron was snoring in a cot about five feet away from you, drowning out the quiet mumbles of Hermione and Harry as she worked to cut his matted hair.

You we're halfway through the seventh chapter when Hermione suddenly exclaims, "Oh my God!"

You jump up off of your cot, wand in hand as you rush over to where they were sitting, worried that there were deatheaters or snatchers outside the tent.

"What," Harry asks worriedly, thinking she had messed up his hair. You run around the corner, wand raised, aiming it an open space between the two other teenagers.

"What's going on," you asked panicked, your hand shaking. No one says anything, the only sound being your panicked breaths.

Hermione gives you a mix between a sad and scared look while Harry approaches you slowly. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, lowering your raised wand.

"Calm down," he whispers to you, grabbing your other hand, so he was holding both of them. You suck in a few shuddering breaths, trying to shake the swarming thoughts out of your head.

"Sorry," you mumble, letting your hands relax in his. "Must be the horcrux." A branch outside of the tent snaps, making you jerk your head towards the open flap, your fist clenching up again.

Hermione clears her throat impatiently, and you and Harry both look over at her, standing over an open book.

"Oh right. What were you gonna say," Harry asks, leading you over to the table before he sits down next to you.

"The sword of Gryffindor. It's goblin made," she states.

"Brilliant," Harry exclaims, but it's obvious he doesn't understand what she's saying.

"No you don't understand. Dirt and rust have no affect on the blade. It only takes in that which makes its stronger," she explains, only confusing you and Harry even more.

"What does that have to do with anything," you ask.

"Harry you already destroyed one horcrux! Tom Riddles diary in the Chamber of Secrets."

"With a basilisk fang," he says as if Hermione was crazy for even bringing up the basilisk of all things. "If your telling me you've got one of those in that bloody beaded bag of yours."

"Wait I think I get it," you say as everything Hermione is saying clicks into place. "If it only takes in that which makes it stronger, then it would have obsorbed the basilisk venom-"

"Which means it can destroy horcruxes," Harry finishes, everything Hermione was saying starting to make sense.

"That's why Dumbldore left it to you in his will," Hermione adds.

"Hermione if I ever doubted it before, this proves your the brightest witch of our age," you joke.

"Ya," Harry agrees. "But there's still one problem-" Harry starts when suddenly the lights go out.

In the faint glow of the lamp from one room over, you can see Ron walk around the corner, his diluminator in hand.

"The sword was stolen," he states. "Ya I'm still here. But go on. Don't let me spoil the fun," he states impatiently. You look at him with a worried expression, and you can already tell he's about to flip out.

"What's wrong," Harry acusses more than an actual question.

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong. Not according to you anyways."

"Well if you have something to say don't be shy. Spit it out," Harry tells him.

"Alright I'll spit it out. But don't expect me to be grateful now there's another damn thing we've got to find," he snaps.

"I thought you knew what you signed up for," Harry states.

"Ya. I thought I did to."

"Ron stop it," you say getting up from your seat.

"Well I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand," Harry gets up from his seat, completely ignoring you as he takes large strides towards Ron. "What part of this isn't living up to your expectations? Did you think we were gonna be staying in a five star hotel? Finding a horcrux every other day? You thought you'd be back with your mum by Christmas," he snaps. You and Hermione didn't know what to do. Should you get in-between them, or let them get everything off their chests?

"I just thought after all this time we would have actually achieved something. I thought you knew what you were doing! I thought Dumbledore would have told you something worth while!"

"Ron you can't take this out on Harry. He's told us everything he knows. And we've already found a horcrux," you exclaim, walking forward to stand next to Harry while glaring daggers at your older brother.

"And we're about as close to getting rid of it as we are to finding the rest of them aren't we (Y/n)! I can't believe your actually defending him! We're making absolutely no progress, and your sticking with him because of some stupid crush," he exclaims.

Your knuckles turn white from how hard you were holding your wand, trying to decide if you should teach Ron a lesson. Sure you had a bit of a crush on Harry, but that wasn't the reason you were sticking with him during the horcrux hunt.

"You don't know why I listen to that radio every night do you," Ron continues, talking to Harry again. Hermione had moved to stand by his side, acting as if she wanted to grab his hand, but was to scared to. "To make sure I don't hear Ginny's name. Or Fred or George or mum!"

"What you think I'm not listening to! You think I don't know how this feels," Harry screams.

"No you don't know how this feels! Your parents are dead! You have no family!"

Before you can even process what's going on, Ron and Harry have their hands on the others arms, shoving each other, but making little progress. Eventually Ron shoves Harry back, and their little fight ends.

"Fine then go! Go then," Harry yells, and your breath catches in your throat. Ron wouldn't actually leave would he? You know this has been hard on everyone including him, but he wouldn't leave.

Ron takes the locket off of his neck, and throws it to the ground, grabbing the backpack that was sitting at the edge of his bed. He walked back towards the opening of the tent, and turned to Hermione.

"And you? Are you coming or are you staying," he snaps at her.

"Ron please don't make me do this," she begs, walking towards him and grabbing his hand. They were silent for a minute, having a mental conversation, just staring into each other's eyes before Hermione turns around towards you and Harry.

"I'm so sorry," she cry's before running up to you and enveloping you in a hug. You don't know how to respond, so you just wait until she pulls away to look at her with tear filed eyes.

"Hermione," you ask, coming out as more of a whimper as tears stream down her cheeks. Before you can say anything else, she runs out of the tent sobbing, Ron giving you and Harry one last hateful look before marching off after her.

You and Harry don't say anything. You just stand there, him fuming with anger, and tears sliding down your cheeks. Only when you hear the sound of Hermione and Ron disapperating do you move towards the opening of the tent. Maybe one of them stayed behind.

You run out of the tent, only to be met with dark, empty forest. Stumbling over to the nearest tree, you curl up in a ball, crying into your knees. Your brother and best friend had just left you and Harry alone to find the rest of the horcrux's. All you could do was cry. You knew it wasn't a very Gryffindor-like thing to do, but you really didn't care at the moment.

You cried for who knows how long, but with tears still streaming down your cheeks, you started to nod off to sleep, startling yourself awake everytime your head fell forward.

You vaguely remember Harry coming out of the tent and helping you up, leading you back inside and back over to your bed. Seconds after your head hit your pillow, you were out cold.

...

The next morning, you awake to birds chirping gleefully, and sunlight shining through a hole in the tent. You stretch your arms, sitting up on your uncomfortable cot and looking around the room. Harry was sleeping on a cot on the other side of the room, the golden snitch clutched tightly in his hand.

You stand up off your cot, and quietly make your way over to the next room. Nothing looked different from how it looked last night. Hermione's book was sitting on the table, and one of the benches was pushed out slightly from when Harry stood up during the fight.

With a sigh, you sit down on the cold wooden bench, laying your clasped hands on the table in front of you. Everything that had happened last night was still sinking into your brain. Your brother was gone. Your best friend was gone. Now it was just you, Harry, and the horcrux.

The thought about Ron made you unhook the locket from around your neck. Fred and George had given it to you for Christmas a few years ago, and had it engraved with 'Little sis'. You haven't taken it off since. You opened it, only to be met with a picture of you, the rest of your family, Hermione, and Harry. The picture brought tears to your eyes. You just wanted things to be simple again. You wanted to be back at Hogwarts, bugging Ron and Harry about how they need to study more with you and Hermione. You missed your pet ferret Jingle. But most of all you missed your family. The way you, Fred, and George would always get into trouble for being mischief makers. The way Percy would sit down for hours at a time and help you study a subject until you got it perfect. When Charlie would bring you a souvenir back from Romania and make up a wild tale about how he got it. And when Bill would randomly sneak up behind you and scare you before laughing and ruffling your hair. And even though he could be a pain in the butt, when Ron would stuff his mouth full of food and then Hermione would scold him for talking with food in his mouth.

Tears start sliding down your cheeks as you clutch your locket in your hand. Placing your forearms flat on the table, you rest your head on your arms, silently crying into them.

It's only a few minutes before you hear wood creak, and footsteps come around the corner. You raise your head up to look at Harry, standing in the corner, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You sniffle, wiping your eyes with your sleeves before clearing your throat.

"Sorry," you mutter. "I didn't wake you up did I?"

He doesn't reply, only continues to look at you. Eventually his unreadable expression turns into a sad one. It's the way someone would look at a hurt puppy dog, or maybe if they had just been sent to their room because they got in trouble. You couldn't tell, but you didn't much like the look.

"Harry if your going to say something, just say it," you grumble, frustrated. He continues to just stand there, not saying a word.

Just when your about to get up and storm out of the room he walks up to you, sitting down on the bench just inches away from you.

"May I," he asks, holding out his hand for the locket you had clutched in your fist. You hand it over to him, immediately turning your head forward to hide behind your messy hair.

He unclips the locket and study's the picture for a second before he chuckles.

"I remember when we took this," he says with a smile on his face. "It was two years ago right? When I had Christmas at the Weasleys." All you do is nod your head softly. "Mr. Weasley had trouble getting the camera to work, so we had to take it almost eight times, cause he kept tripping over someone's foot before he could get back to his spot."

The memory makes a short, quick laugh escape your lips, and your cheeks turn pink when you see Harry glance over at you.

"We ended up having a quidditch game, and Hermione had to fix the quaffel when George hit it thinking it was the bludger," he continues with a laugh.

"Ya. Then we played truth or dare that night," you mumble shyly, peaking out from behind your hair.

"And Ron had to go and hex Percy so his hair would turn blue. He was so worried that it wouldn't turn back before his meeting with the minister the next morning."

You laugh again, glad to be remembering happy memories of your brothers and little sister. But that happiness turns to sadness as you wonder when you will see them again, and soon after your brought back to last night.

You sniffle and clear your throat, wiping away a tear from under your eye with the tip of your nail. You turn your head and look over at Harry, only to see him giving you a sympathetic look. Seconds later your engulfed by his arms, your hands pinned between his chest as he hugs you tightly. You suck in deep, shuddering breaths, resting your chin on his shoulder, and eventually turning it so your face was hidden in the crook of his neck.

It may have been hours that you just sat there, relishing the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you, making you feel like you were completely safe. But eventually it ended, and he released you from his warm embrace. His hands slid down your arms until they reached your hands, and he held them tightly, pulling them into his lap.

"Have you ever thought about it? Leaving I mean," he asks, looking down at your entwined hands.

"I do think about it sometimes," you admit, looking up at his face, but he still gazes at your hands. "But I know I would never actually leave." He looks up into your eyes, tear filled and red, as if he's staring into your soul.

"Why?"

"I care about you too much. I know I would never forgive myself if I left," you admit, your cheeks flushing red at the confession, looking back down at your hands.

He lifts your chin up with his hand, so your looking into his eyes before slowing sliding it to the back of your neck. Your breath hitches as he slowly leans in, guiding your head forward until your faces are centimeters apart.

"I guess it's good I care about you to," he whispers before setting his lips on yours.

Hey guys! I don't really know how I feel about this one shot. It sounded a lot better in my head, but now that it's written out it's not as good as I wanted it to be. I might go back and change it in the future, but I just wanted to get my first HP one shot out there.

PLEASE REQUEST!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEAS, SO I REALLY NEED SOME HELP HERE!!! PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

Ok ya that's it. I love you all, and please stay safe and healthy!!!

Your girl

Annie