Harry and Hermione are now sitting in a forest. Harry was down by the river, he walked up a hill and sat by Hermione. 

" You've outdone yourself this time Hermione," Harry said as he sat down.

" Forest of Dean," Hermione told him. " Came here once with mum and dad. Years ago. It's just how I remembered it. The trees. The river. Everything. Like nothings changed. Not true of course everything's changed. If I brought my parents here now they probably wouldn't recognize any of it. Not the trees...not the river...not even me. I wish I could just stay here. Grow old. You wanted to know who the boy in the photograph was. I know. Gellert Grindelwald". Hermione handed Harry the book she took from ' Batilda's' home.  

" That's the thief I saw in Gorgorvic's wand shop. Speaking of which, where's my wand? " Harry asked. Hermione got up, still squatting moved showing Harry's broken wand. 

" As we were leaving Godrics Hallow, I cast a curse and it rebounded. I'm sorry I tried to mend it, but wands are different-" Hermione began.

" It's done. Leave me yours. Go in and get warm both of you," Harry said.

*********

A morning or so later Hermione was asleep on the table.

" Hermione! " Harry called out from outside the tent. 

" Is everything alright? " Hermione asked exiting the tent.

"It's fine," Harry said. " Actually it's more than fine". Harry turned revealing Ron. He was drenched, like Harry. He carried the sword of Gryffindor in one hand and the broken locket. Ron saw Hermione and his face lit up.

" Hey," Ron greeted with a toothy grin. Hermione was not unhappy. Ron stopped smiling. Hermione stormed over to him and yanked his bag off him and began to hit him with it.

" You complete arse! Ronald Weasley! " Hermione shouted. She began throwing leaves at him. " You show up here after weeks! And you say ' Hey? " Ron remained speechless. Hermione suddenly turned to Harry, he began to back away. 

" Where's my wand? Harry Potter where's my wand? " Hermione demanded as she stormed over to him.

" I dunno," Harry replied quickly.

" Harry Potter you give me, my wand! " She snapped. 

" How come he had your wand? " Ron asked.

" Never mind why he got my wand! " Hermione snapped. Her eyes landed on the broken Horcrux. " What's that? " Ron held it up, smiling a bit. " You destroyed it". Hermione looked at Harry and then at Ron. " And how is it that you happen to have the sword of Gryffindor ? "

" It's a long story," Harry said.

" Don't think this changes anything," Hermione growled. She began to walk back to the tent

" Oh, of course not. I've only destroyed a bloody Horcrux why would that change anything? " Ron asked. " Look, I wanted to come back as soon as I left. I just didn't know how to find you". 

" How did you find us? " Harry asked.

" With this," Ron said holding up his deluminator. " It doesn't just turn off the lights. I dunno how it works, but Christmas morning I was sleeping in the line pub keeping away from snatchers. And I heard it".

" It? " Hermione asked.

" A voice, your voice Hermione. Coning out of it," Ron answered.

" And what exactly did I say may I ask? " Hermione asked crossing her arms.

" My name. Just my name. In a whisper," Ron began. " So I took it. Clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. Sure enough, it floated toward me-the ball of light. And right into my chest, straight through me. Right here". Ron pointed to his heart. " I knew it was going to take me to where I needed to go, so I disapparted and came to this hillside. It was dark I had no idea where I was. Just hoped one of you would show yourselves. And you did". Hermione sighed and went back into the tent. Later that night, Hermione was outside taking watch, Harry and Ron sat down on a bed. Hermione made them a fire to sit around.

" I've always liked these flames Hermione makes," Ron said looking at the bit of her showing. " How long do you think she'll stay mad at me? "

" Well just keep talking about that little ball of light touching your heart and she'll come around. I know she will," Harry advised.

" It's true. Every word," Ron said. " I think this may sound crazy. But I think that's why Dumbledore left it for me. I think he knew I would need it to find my way back when she needs me". They sat in silence for a bit. " Bloody hell, I just realize you need a wand don't you ? " 

" Yeah, " Harry answered. 

" I got one here," Ron said pulling a wand out from his bag. " It's Blackthorn, ten inches. Nothing special, but I reckon it'll do". He handed the wand to Harry.  " I took it off a snatcher a couple of weeks ago. Don't tell Hermione this but they're a  bit dim, snatchers. Try it out".

" Engorio," Harry said pointing the end at the fire. The flame shot up big and almost touched the top of the tent. " Reducto! " The flame went back to normal.

" What's going on in there? " Hermione asked.

" Nothing," the two answered. Hermione walked in not looking so angry.

" We need to talk," Hermione said.

" What is it? " Harry asked.

" I want to see Xenophilius Lovegood," Hermione said.

" Sorry? " Harry asked as he didn't hear it correctly. 

" See this? " Hermione asked them showing the strange sign in the book Dumbledore gave her. "It's a letter Dumbledore wrote. Look at the signature, it's the mark again. It keeps popping up. In Beetle and Bard, in graveyard at Godrics Hallow".

" It was there too," Harry said. " Outside Gorovich's wand shop".

" What does it mean? " Ron asked.

" Look, you've got no idea where the next Horcrux is, and neither do I. But this-this means something I'm sure of it," Hermione said with confidence. 

" Yeah," Ron agreed as he stood next to Hermione. " Hermione's right. We ought to see Lovegood. Let's vote on it. Those in favor". Ron put his hand up. No one followed, but the answer was obvious. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked away.