We waited days for Ron to return, but he didn't.

We had to move locations, it was dangerous for us to stay in once place too long.

Hermione tied a scarf to a tree, before we left.

Every location she did this, before we went to the next one.

So if Ron came looking for us, he would know we were there at one point.

...

Harry laid on the couch playing with his golden snitch, the one he got from Dumbledore.

"I don't get it, they have flesh memories," Harry scuffed, "I would have thought that it would have opened by now!"

I began laughing.

"Whats so funny?" Harry sat up.

"They do have flesh memories, Harry." I chuckled as I walked over to him, "but you didn't catch that snitch with your hand... you caught it with your mouth."

Harry's eyes lit up light a Christmas tree.

He put the golden snitch to his lips, and lettering appeared on its exterior.

"Hermione!" Harry yelled, as he quickly got up and walked outside.

I followed him to where Hermione was sitting.

"Look!" He handed her the snitch.

"" Hermione read the writing out loud.

"Whats that suppose to mean?" I asked.

"No idea." Hermione handed the golden snitch back to Harry.

"I think we should go to Godric's Hollow." Harry blurted out.

"That's a bad idea, and you know it!" I quickly replied.

"Look, it's where I was born and it's where my parents were killed. I think there could be another Horcrux there." Harry defended himself.

"Yeah, it means something to you, so that's why Voldemort would expect you to go there." Hermione shook her head.

"But, it means something to him too." Harry replied.

"Well.... I've been thinking that we should go too..." Hermione admitted.

"It's not a good idea, at all." I looked at the both of them.

"What other choice do we have?" Harry asked me.

I sighed loudly, and rubbed my face.

"I don't know, I just don't have a good feeling about it. I can feel it in my chest, that something isn't going to go right." I explained.

"You can stay here then, but I really think we should at least go." Hermione tried to reason with me.

"You guys go then, but I'm staying here." I shook my head.

I truly did have a bad feeling about this.

"Alright." Harry said.

"What do I do, if you guys don't return? Like after a certain time?" I asked them.

"We will come back." Hermione reassured me.

"What the hell am I supposed to do if you guys don't come back?!" I asked again.

"Don't worry, we will come back. Probably within an hour or two." Harry said.

They went and packed a few things, then went on their way.

I sat alone in the tent, staring at the wall, worrying about them.

I picked up one of Hermione's books, to try to distract myself.

After about fifteen minutes, I could hear footsteps on the rocks outside the tent.

"How are they back already?" I asked myself.

That was either really good, or really bad.

It meant they either found something, or they had to get out of there quickly.

There was no in between.

The footsteps were slow, and quiet.

The light tapping grew louder with every footstep.

The zipper of the door slowly opened, as I flipped through the pages of the book.

The zipper closed slowly, and the footsteps lead over to the table I was sitting at.

"What did you guys find?" I asked closing the book.

I looked up to see someone sitting in front of me.

It wasn't Harry.

It wasn't Hermione.

Draco Malfoy sat before me.

I got up quickly, and stepped back.

I walked backwards, until my back was pressed against the wall of the tent.

"Please, don't be scared of me." Draco begged.

He slowly stood up, and walked over to me.

Draco pushed the hair out of my face, lightly with his finger tips.