"What about all the people at the wedding?" Harry asked in worry. "Do you think we should go back?"

The four of you stopped by a diner to discuss for a while and lay low for a moment. You would glance behind to make sure nothing bad will happen.

"They were after you, mate." Ron replied. "We'd put everyone in danger by going back."

Hermione nodded. "Ron's right."

You looked at the waitress who approached the four of you, ready to take your orders. She cleared her throat to catch your attention. "Coffee?" She asked uninterested.

Hermione looked up at the woman. "A cappuccino, please."

The waitress turned to Ron. "You?"

Ron looked at Hermione then to you and Haarry unsurely. Ron pressed his lips together as he thought of what to say. "What she said." Ron replied.

Harry nodded along. "Same."

The lady turned to you. You glanced at your friends. "Uh, I'll have (f/d), please."

The waitress nodded and walked back to her work station and then to the kitchen to prepare your orders. Ron looked back at you, Hermione, and Harry. "So where do we go from here? Leaky Cauldron?"

You shook your head. "It's too dangerous. If Voldemort really has taken over the Ministry, none of the old places are safe."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Everyone from the wedding will have gone underground, into hiding."

Harry sighed. "My rucksack with all my things, I've left it at the Burrow." He reached out his hand for Hermione but Hermione clutched onto her bag, shaking her head. "You're joking."

You glanced at the two men entering the diner while Hermione sighed deeply. "I've had all the essentials packed for days, just in case."

Ron glanced down to his pants. "By the way, these jeans, not my favorite."

Harry also noticed the two men who entered the diner, standing just a few feet away from the four of you. You glanced at Harry until he noticed the two men pulling out their wands. They were Death Eaters. Harry's eyes widened. "Down!"

You and your friends ducked and jumped out from your seats, avoiding the blast from the spell the two men had just cast. Harry stood up and pointed his wand at him. "Stupefy!"

One man was sent flying and bumped his back on a wall while the other continued to throw spells from his wand. "Expulso!" Harry immediately ducked. You and Ron waited for the man to show up again and when he did, you and Ron quickly shot a spell causing the Death Eater to hide once more. The Death Eater shot a spell towards you but you quickly ducked.

Hermione stood up and pointed her wand at the man. "Petrificus Totalus!"

You sighed in relief and laid your back against the floor. "Finally." You breathed.

The waitress came out from the kitchen, seeing the frozen Death Eater by her work station. You sat up and saw that she has earphones on, meaning she didn't hear anything when you four were fighting two Death Eaters. The lady looked around in surprise.

"Go." Hermione instructed sternly. "Leave."

The woman fearfully ran away, abandoning the diner. Harry helped you stand up. "Lock the door, get the lights."

Ron took out his Deluminator and caught all the lights inside while Hermione pulled all the blinds down to cover what was inside the diner. You locked the door and joined Ron, Harry, and Hermione to see the unconscious Death Eaters. "This one's name is Rowle." Harry stated. "He was on the Astronomy Tower the night Snape killed Dumbledore."

Ron checked on the frozen Death Eater. "This is Dolohov. I recognize him from the wanted posters." Ron stared down at the motionless Death Eater. "So, what we gonna do with you, hey? Kill us if it was turned round, wouldn't you?"

You shook your head. "If we kill them, they'll know we were here."

"Ron..." Hermione called.

Ron turned around in anger. "Suppose he did Mad-Eye. How would you feel then?" He looked back at the Death Eater in front of him.

"It's better we wipe their memories." Harry suggested.

Ron nodded. "You're the boss." Ron walked back to you, Harry, and Hermione until he stopped to check on Hermione. "Hermione..." Ron wiped a stain off from her cheek, catching her attention. "...you and (Y/n) are the best at spells."

Hermione glanced at you for confirmation. You looked back at her and nodded. Hermione approached Dolohov while you walked towards Rowle. Both of you raised your wands, pointing the tip at their unconscious bodies. "Obliviate." The two of you said in unison.

After cleaning up the mess and taking care of the Death Eaters, you and your friends walked out of the diner. "How is it they knew we were there?" Harry wondered.

"Maybe you still have the Trace on you?" Hermione asked.

You shook your head as the four of you continued walking. "Can't be. Trace breaks at 19. It's wizarding law."

The three of you halted when Hermione gasped loudly and stopped walking. "What?" Ron asked in panic.

Hermione frowned. "We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry." The four of you continued walking again. "Ginny, (Y/n), and I... we prepared a cake."

You gasped when you remembered the plan. "Oh, yeah! We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding. Shame..."

Harry glanced at the both of you. "(Y/n), Hermione, honestly... I appreciate the thought, but given the fact that we were almost killed by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago..."

"Right." Hermione nodded. "Perspective."

"We need to get off the streets, get somewhere safe." Ron stated.

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You woke up from your dreamless sleep and looked around to see Ron and Hermione facing each other while being asleep. Their hands, almost touching causing you to smile. You and your friends stayed at Sirius Black's home, Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

You sat up and rubbed your eyes tiedly before looking for the ring on your necklace. You noticed that you often hold the ring for comfort since your strange dreams started happening.

When you realized Harry was already up, you made sure to quietly walked around the place. You looked in each rooms, wandering around until you managed to see a room where a name that could help you and your friends. "Harry? Ron? Hermione, where are you?" You asked out loud, making sure that the three of them could hear you. "I think I just found something."

Your three friends came to you and entered a room that was opened. Hermione looked around. "Lovely." You held the doorknob and pulled it closer to Hermione and the others tp see. Hermione looked up. "Regulus Arcturus Black."

"R.A.B." Ron replied.

The four of you sat down by the kitchen and discussed Regulus Black's letter. "I know I will be dead long before you read this." Harry read out loud. "I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it."

"R.A.B is Sirius' brother." Ron deducted.

"Yes." Hermione nodded. "Question is, did he actually destroy the real Horcrux?"

The four of you froze when you heard noises behind you. Harry approached a door and opened it revealing Kreacher, the Black family's house-elf. Harry pulled Kreacher out and brought him in front of him. "You've been spying on us, have you?" Harry questioned.

"Kreacher has been watching." Kreacher replied as he hid behind a small table.

"Maybe he knows where the real locket is." You suggested.

Harry turned around to grab the fake locket and showed it to Kreacher. "Have you ever seen this before?" Kreacher hid his face on the corner of the table. "Kreacher?" He asked impatiently.

Kreacher looked up at us and trembled in fear. "It's Master Regulus's locket."

You stepped closer to Kreacher. "But there were two, weren't there? Where's the other one?" You asked calmly to the house elf.

Kreacher shook his head. "Kreacher doesn't know where the other locket is." He admitted.

"Yes, but did you ever see it?" Hermione asked, stepping closer. "Was it in this house?"

"Flithy Mudblood." Kreacher exclaimed. "Death Eaters are coming--"

Ron grabbed a frying pan and was about to hit Kreacher but Hermione and you stopped him. "Ron." Hermione calmed him down.

"Blood traitor Weasley." Kreacher hissed.

Harry stepped in front of the three of you. "Answer her."

Kreacher paused for a moment. "Yes. It was here in this house. A most evil object."

"How do you mean?" You asked.

Harry stepped closer with the locket on his hand causing Kreacher to step back in fear. "Before Master Regulus died, he ordered Kreacher to destroy it but no matter how hard Kreacher tried, he could not do it." Kreacher confessed.

"Well, where is it now?" Harry asked. "Did someone take it?"

"He came in the night." Kreacher answered. "He took many things, including the locket."

"Who?" You asked, standing beside Harry. "Who did? Who was it, Kreacher?"

Kreacher blinked before looking up to you. "Mundungus. Mundungus Fletcher."

Your eyes narrowed and stepped back a little bit, groaning in frustration. "Oh, shit." You sighed.

"Find him." Harry ordered to Kreacher. Without any second thoughts, Kreacher obeyed and Disapparated away.

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Megan was looking at the window, with your chin resting on her palm. Peter was laying his head on her shoulder, asleep while Ginny and Neville was sitting across from her. "Didn't see you at the wedding."

Megan turned to face her. "I helped my Mom and Uncle Steve to transfer Cameron to a different country to hide and for safety. Don't tell (Y/n) I helped them." She chuckled.

Ginny pretended to zip her lips and winked. "Loud and clear, ma'am." She glanced around to check if anyone was listening. Neville leaned closer to Megan. "Is it still on? The plan, I mean. You know, to bring back D.A."

"Of course it is." Megan replied. She looked away when she saw some black smoke floating and flying outside the train.

The train stopped and Megan saw a couple of Death Eaters entering the train. Cormac McLaggen, who was sitting beside Lavender Brown, stood up and faced the Death Eater. "My father will hear about this."

Megan bit her lower lip to keep a straight face. 'I thought only Draco Malfoy says that.'

The Death Eater glared at Cormac before proceeding to walk. Megan held Peter's hand, causing the boy to wake up. His eyes met the Death Eater looking around causing him to sat up straight. "Good Lord..." Peter whispered.

Neville stood up. "Hey, losers. He isn't here."

Megan gulped as the Death Eaters stared at Neville. A Death Eater glanced at Megan who's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Even the older daughter of Stark isn't here." He whispered to the other Death Eater.

Megan's eyes widened in fead. 'Oh, (Y/n), wherever the fuck you are... please be careful.'

You listened to Hermione and Ron by the piano, playing Für Elise by Ludwig van Beethoven. You can hear Hermione's giggles when Ron was going fast on playing the keys. "Be a bit gentler." She started playing some notes causing Ron to stare at her lovingly.

When Hermione caught him staring, Ron returned back to playing the piano, following what Hermione just did.

You looked over to Harry who was staring at the Golden Snitch that was flying in front of him with a blank expression and a pale face. "They have flesh memories." You told Harry as he grabbed the Golden Snitch. "When Scrimgeour first gave it to you, I thought it might open at your touch."

Hermione stood up and sat beside you. "That maybe Dumbledore could have hidden something inside it." Hermione added unsurely.

Suddenly, the four of you heard a noise. All of you stood up and headed towards the kitchen to see Mundungus with Kreacher, Dobby, and surprisingly, your family's house-elf Darcy. Your mouth hung open when you saw Kreacher covering Mundungus' mouth to keep him quiet, Dobby clinging on his leg, while Darcy was hanging on his arm.

"Harry Potter!" Dobby greeted with pure enthusiasm. "So long it's been."

"(Y/n) Stark!" Darcy greeted too. "Darcy has been worried about you!"

"What are you doing here Darcy?" You asked in utter surprise and amusement.

"Your mother told Darcy to keep an eye on you." Darcy explained as she clung on Mundungus' arm. "Mrs. Stark is very worried and then Darcy saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley."

"Get of me!" Mundungus yelled, trying to get Kreacher off his face.

They all fell down and a kettle fell right into Mundungus' head. You snickered while Kreacher stood up while Dobby helped Darcy. "As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief..." Kreacher stated as he closed the door. "...Mundungus Fletcher."

Mundungus pulled out his wand but Hermione acted quickly. "Expelliarmus."

The wand flew out from Mundungus' grasp and Harry dodged while you quickly caught it. Mundungus looked at the four of you. "What are you playing at?" He asked. "Setting a trio of bleeding house-elves after me."

Dobby stood on a chair and looked at the four of you. "Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher and Darcy in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious." Dobby explained as he stood on the table, facing Harry.

Hermione blocked Mundungus' way to prevent him from escaping and you placed down Mundungus' wand while the house-elves continued their story to Harry.

"And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter's name."

"I just--" Kreacher tried to intervene but Dobby kept on pushing him away because he wasn't finished with his storytelling. Kreacher sighed and took Mundungus' wand, carrying it carefully. "And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief, Mundungus--"

"I'm no thief." Mundungus scoffed. "You foul little..." He glanced at Harry who gave him a death glare. Mundungus took a deep breath, trying hard not to hir the house-elves. "...git. I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects."

"You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it." Ron intervene, standing beside Harry.

"Master Weasley." Dobby greeted as he shook hands with Ron. "So good to see you again."

Ron looked down at Dobby's shoes and smiled. "Wicked trainers." Dobby glanced down and smiled warmly at him. "Thank you, sir."

"Listen!" Mundungus exclaimed and sat on the chair behind him since the four of you, including the house-elves, were walking towards him, cornering him. "I panicked that night, all right?" Mundungus defended. "Could I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?"

"You..." Kreacher hissed as he poked Mundungus' own wand to its owner.

"Tell the truth." Hermione demanded.

"When you turned this place over-don't deny it." Harry spoke. "You found a locket, am I right?"

"Why? Was it valuable?" Mundungus asked. Kreacher poked him with the wand.

"You still got it?" You questioned.

"No, he's worried he didn't get enough money for it." Ron scoffed, glaring at Mundungus.

"Bleeding give it away, didn't I? There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley... when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she's a mind to lock me up. And would've done it too if she hadn't taken a fancy to that locket."

"Who was she?" Harry asked him. "The witch. Do you know?"

Mundungus shook his head. "No, I--" He stood up and when he found something on the floor. He picked up a newspaper. "Oh! Well, she's there. Look." He placed the newspaper down on the table. "Bleeding bow and all."

You and your friends looked down at the newspaper and found a familiar but an unpleasant face. "Oh..." You scrunched your nose in disgust. "So, that's the old hag."