With a bitter grunt, y/n sat up slowly from the ground, cradling her forehead. It took her a minute to familiarise herself with her surroundings.

And why she was on the floor; in the middle of nowhere.

"Morning" Hermione chirped from the tent. She had a weak worn smile on her face.

"What happend last night?" Y/n asked. She didn't do small talk. She wanted answers.

Hesitantly, Hermione knelt beside her and handed her a warm cup of tea, sweetened with honey.

She drew breath before speaking. "Last night, Scabior came. He didn't know you were here from my enchantments."

"But, he knew you were here. It was like he could sense you."

"Who?"

"...Malfoy."

Y/n felt her heart clench in her chest. "Draco was here?" She asked in a panic, sitting up quickly.

"He was with Scabior, don't you remember?"

She didn't. Everything from the past year was a blur.

"Don't worry. We've got to start searching today and if Draco didn't...care, they would've found us." Hermione left y/n with her thoughts, and headed back into the tent.

*

"I told you everything Dumbledore told me!" Harry shouted at a very crimson Ron.

"Clearly he fucking didn't Harry! Oh for merlin's sake, we've been out here for weeks and we're about as close as getting rid of this necklace as we are to finding the next Horcrux!"

"Do you want to help or not?"

"I'm starting to give up to be honest" Ron mumbled. Y/n came into the tent to see the pair arguing, with Hermione ignoring them in the corner, her head deep into a book.

"Well I'm sorry this isn't living up to your expectations! Did you think we'd be staying in a five star hotel?"

"Fuck you Harry. It's not my fault you're a coward."

That was it.

Harry was anything but a coward. He spent his whole life fighting for everybody.

Without thinking, Harry launched his white knuckles into Ron's smug face, hard enough to leave permanent damage. Ron shrieked in pain, clutching onto his bleeding cheek.

"Fuck this" He gruntled as he got up from the floor. Ron flung his bag over his shoulder and started to walk out.

"Hermione? You're seriously going to let me walk out like this?" He spat. Y/n snarled.

How manipulative.

She looked torn. Very torn. She knew she had to stay and find the Horcruxes, but she loved Ron. "Ron, you know I-you know I can't just walk away."

Ron turned his head sharply to y/n. 'What about you? You coming?" He asked.

"No way. You just called my brother a coward. You tried to Manipulate Hermione. You've never been the sweetest to me either-

"Just come with me. I'm sure you'll want to find out more about your Albino boyfriend" Ron grunted, and turned on his heel.

Fuck it. Maybe they'd find something on the way, or someone.

She kissed her brother on the head and told him to keep safe, saying to same to her friend and followed the ginger out of the tent.

After an hour of awkward silence, Ron cleared his throat. "Where are we even going" He asked blankly. All she could smell was blood from his face.

Y/n thought for a second, biting her lip in thought.

"We could try Grimmauld Place?" She suggested.

"Too obvious. My house?"

"Too obvious."

"My house?"

"Let's go" Ron replied.

*

Slowly scanning their surroundings from knelt behind a bush, the pair crouched out from the bush and stalked towards the door.

The rather large mansion looked abandoned. Overgrown bushes and trees hung over the front of the house, moss was painted along the walls. Nobody lived here anymore.

"Come on, I think it's safe" She whispered. They both followed each-other to the front door. Ron took a couple of steps back as y/n whispered 'Alohamora'.

The door flew open to reveal a dark, murky house. Dozens of letters laid beneath the door, some letters wedged under the doormat. The marble white stairs were cracked and black. Leaves, water and mould seeped through the cracks in the walls and on the floor.

The house had very clearly been raided by Deatheaters.

"Well, they clearly didn't find what they were looking for" He reassured her. Y/n smiled back in response, but her heart felt very heavy. It was once her home, with who she once thought were her family.

'You're a Slytherin, not a Hufflepuff, get over it' She told herself.

She could hear Theo's voice as she said it.

"What are the letters?" Ron asked. Y/n walked back over to the door, lightly closed it then knelt down to pick them all up.

'

Y/n rolled her eyes and chucked them back on the floor, when she saw one that wasn't black.

She frowned as she picked it up. It was damp from moss, but she could make out it was addressed to her. Ron's breath tingled the back of her neck, probably wondering why she was stood so still.

"I'll open it later, let's go find somewhere we can stay."

Thankfully, the pair found some food stashed in the backs of the cupboards, enough to get them through a few days. With the house elves no longer being there, they lazily used spells to get clean clothes. They found a dozen bottles of firewhiskey hidden away in Scabiors office, so of course they got to that straight away.

Ron's frame was slouched on the worn sofa, eating pistachios as y/n stared at the carpet as they spoke.

"So you didn't have feelings for Fred?" He asked. They were so deep in conversation.

"No, he knew that deep down. He's an amazing person you know, Fred."

"He's okay. He's my big brother, the love/hate relationship's there. Oh bloody hell, I don't love him. Forget that." Y/n giggled terribly.

"You doooooo love Granger though, right?" She asked. He went as red as his hair. "Don't start. I know what you girls are like, always talking about boys."

"I'm very in love too. I don't think he loves me back but, I'll love him" She smiled to herself.

"Do you think Hermione loves me?" Ron asked completely disregarding what she said about Draco. Y/n sat up swaying, she was incredibly intoxicated.

"Yes. Have you seen the way she looks at you? Honestly, you both are gonna be married soon and I can't wait for the cute dresses" She giggled. Ron even giggled like a girl too.

Probably from all the firewhiskey.

"You know, you're no-where near as bad as I thought you'd be y/n" He slurred. Her bright eyes beamed up at him.

"I'm a bitch, and I'm a Slytherin. But, I've got a heart. It's just very deep down."

Ron smiled. "Is there anywhere I can have a shower?"

"Yeah, first door on your left as you go up the left staircase. I don't know how sturdy the stairs are so be careful!" She shouted.

"Gotcha!" He shouted back.

When the red-head was completely out of sight, she got up quickly and slammed the living room door. She fell to her knees and pulled up the carpet, revealing the letter.

Nervously she clutched it in her palms, anxious to open it. Slowly peeling back the wax stamp, she started to read it.

'Dear my love.

I don't know what to say. What can I say?

I love you. No I don't. I don't know. I don't know you anymore.

I haven't seen you in months, it feels like years. All this time I've been trapped in my room, that's where I am now. Trapped.

Again.

Where are you? Why haven't you wrote to me? Don't you love me anymore? Don't you miss me? Course you don't, you fucking bitch.

Maybe you've been busy. No course you haven't, I bet you're fucking Theo Nott as I'm writing this pathetic letter.

What am I saying? I love you. We should run away together and have a life of our own. With a son, far away listening to Iris.

I don't know. I don't know where you are anymore. I tried coming to the Manor but I cant leave my room.

Write back to me.

Are you alive? Please, fucking hell, be alive y/n.

I mess up, but I love you.

I'd give up forever to touch you, because I know you can feel me in some sort of way.

I love you, so much.

You better fucking love me too.

I'm not even going to sign the letter, you know who this is.'

Y/n couldn't read the last sentence properly from the smudged ink. Wether it was damp from the moss or her own tears she never know.

A sense of relief soared over her.

He's alive, and he loves you. Even though he sounds a little insane. Like he's lost the plot. Wouldn't you, being trapped all that time not knowing if your lover was alive or not?

Y/n wiped the tears, folded up the letters and took a deep breath.

She ran to her fathers office and shoved her body into the leather chair. Her heart was racing. She struggled to pick up the pen from her palms sweating.

'Draco,

I need to be quick with this but I love you. I'm staying at the Mansion, my mansion with Ron, but only for a couple of days. Harry is searching with Hermione in the Forest of Dean.

I'm telling you this because I trust you. I knew it was you yesterday, I was there at the forest!!!! I saw you!!

And I'm guessing your back at the Manor so I'm sending you this letter straight to your room. So don't tell anyone.

Please don't tell anyone where I am.

Love you tons and so much and lots love you Draco

- Y/n <3333333'

Her drunk eyes scanned over the letter before sealing it with wax. She sent it off the the Manor without thinking anything of it, she was too drunk to think straight. 

She heard Ron coming down the stairs so quick as ever, she got up from the office and joined him in the living room.

*

"Any news?" Voldemort asked the table.

Silence.

"We searched London."

"We searched the forest" Said Scabior.

Draco kept his head down. He had in-fact seen them.

Seen her.

"So you've all let me down profusely. AGAIN!" He roared.

"My lord, I haven't I wouldn't!" Bellatrix wept pathetically.

Draco didn't care. There was no way he'd tell them he saw them in the forest. He'd rather die then tell them.

"My lord! My lord look! Look!" Wormtail came crashing into the dining room.

Holding an envelope.

"What is it!" He shrieked.

"Just read it!" Wormtail looked extremely proud.

After two minutes of silence, Voldemorts cold face turned into a sickly grin.

Draco's heart dropped.

He squinted to read what it said on the front of the letter.

Fuck. My name.

In her writing,

"Bellatrix, grab me my wand."

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