〃So why are you still here？〃 Harry asked Ron。
〃Search me；〃 said Ron。
〃Go home then；〃 said Harry。
〃Yeah； maybe I will！〃 shouted Ron； and he took several steps toward Harry； who did not back away。 〃Didn't you hear what they said about my sister？ But you don't give a rat's fart； do you； it's only the Forbidden Forest； Harry I've…Faced…Worse Potter doesn't care what happened to her in therea151well； I do； all right； giant spiders and mental stuffa151〃
〃I was only sayinga151she was with the others； they were with Hagrida151〃
〃Yeah； I get it； you don't care！ And what about the rest of my family； 'the Weasleys don't need another kid injured；' did you hear that？〃_ 〃Yeah； Ia151〃
〃Not bothered what it meant； though？〃
〃Ron！〃 said Hermione； forcing her way between them。 〃I don't think it means anything new has happened； anything we don't know about； think； Ron； Bill's already scared； plenty of people must have seen that George has lost an ear by now； and you're supposed to be on your deathbed with spattergroit； I'm sure that's all he meanta151〃
〃Oh； you're sure； are you？ Right then； well； I won't bother myself about them。 It's all right for you； isn't it； with your parents safely out of the waya151〃
〃My parents are dead！〃 Harry bellowed。
〃And mine could be going the same way！〃 yelled Ron。
〃Then GO！〃 roared Harry。 〃Go back to them； pretend you're got over your spattergroit and Mummy'll be able to feed you up anda151〃
Ron made a sudden movement： Harry reacted； but before either wand was clear of its owner's pocket； Hermione had raised her own。
〃Prestego！〃 she cried； and an invisible shield expanded between her and Harry on the one side and Ron on the other； all of them were forced backward a few steps by the strength of the spell； and Harry and Ron glared from either side of the transparent barrier as though they were seeing each other clearly for the first time。 Harry felt a corrosive hatred toward Ron： Something had broken between them。
〃Leave the Horcrux；〃 Harry said。
Ron wrenched the chain from over his head and cast the locket into a nearby chair。 He turned to Hermione。
〃What are you doing？〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Are you staying； or what？〃
〃I 。 。 。〃 She looked anguished。 〃Yesa151yes； I'm staying。 Ron； we said we'd go with Harry； we said we'd helpa151〃
〃I get it。 You choose him。〃
〃Ron； noa151pleasea151e back； e back！〃
She was impeded by her own Shield Charm； by the time she had removed it he had already stormed into the night。 Harry stood quite still and silent； listening to her sobbing and calling Ron's name amongst the trees。
After a few minutes she returned； her sopping hair plastered to her face。
〃He's g…g…gone！ Disapparated！〃
She threw herself into a chair； curled up； and started to cry。
Harry felt dazed。 He stooped； picked up the Horcrux； and placed it around his own neck。 He dragged blankets off Ron's bunk and threw them over Hermione。 Then he climbed onto his own bed and stared up at the dark canvas roof； listening to the pounding of the rain。
pC0=〃Chapter Sixteen： Godric's Hollow〃
bChapter Sixteen
iGodric's Hollowib
When Harry woke the following day it was several seconds before he remembered what had happened。 Then he hoped childishly； that it had been a dream； that Ron was still there and had never left。 Yet by turning his head on his pillow he could see Ron's deserted bunk。 It was like a dead body in the way it seems to draw his eyes。 Harry jumped down from his own bed； keeping his eyes averted from Ron's。 Hermione； who was already busy in the kitchen； did not wish Harry good morning； but turned
her face away quickly as he went by。 He's gone； Harry told himself。 He's gone。 He had to keep thinking it as he washed and dressed as though repetition would dull the shock of it。 He's gone and he's not ing back。 And that was the simple truth of it； Harry knew； because their protective enchantments meant that it would be impossible； once they vacated this spot； for Ron to find them again。 He and Hermione ate breakfast in silence。 Hermione's eyes were puffy and red； she looked as if she had not slept。 They packed up their things； Hermione dawdling。 Harry knew why she wanted to spin out their time on the riverbank； several times he saw her look up eagerly； and he was sure she had deluded herself into thinking that she heard footsteps through the heavy rain； but no red…haired figure appeared between the trees。 Every time Harry imitated her； looked around （ for he could not help hoping a little； himself） and saw nothing but rain…swept woods； another little parcel of fury exploded inside him。 He could hear Ron saying； 〃We thought you knew what you were doing！〃； and he resumed packing with a hard knot in the pit of his stomach。
The muddy river beside them was rising rapidly and would soon spill over onto their bank。 They had lingered a good hour after they would usually have departed their campsite。 Finally having entirely repacked the beaded bag three times； Hermione seemed unable to find any more reasons to delay： She and Harry gasped hands and Disapparated； reappearing on a windswept heather…covered hillside。 The instant they arrived； Hermione dropped Harry's hand and walked away from him； finally sitting down on a large rock； her face on her knees； shaking with what he knew were sobs。 He watched her； supposing that he ought to go and fort her； but something kept him rooted to the spot。 Everything inside him felt cold and tight： Again he saw the contemptuous expression on Ron's face。 Harry strode off through the heather； walking in a large circle with the distraught Hermione at its center； casting the spell she usually performed to ensure their protection。
They did not discuss Ron at all over the next few days。 Harry was determined never to mention his name again and Hermione seemed to know that it was no use forcing the issue； although sometimes at night when she thought he was sleeping； he would hear her
crying。 Meanwhile Harry had started bringing out the Marauder's map and examining it by wandlight。 He was waiting for the moment when Ron's labeled dot would reappear in the corridors of Hogwarts； proving that he had returned to the fortable castle； protected by his status of pureblood。 However； Ron did not appear on the map and after a while Harry found himself taking it out simply to stare at Ginny's name in the girl's dormitory； wondering whether the intensity with which he gazed at it might break into her sleep； that she would somehow know he was thinking about her； hoping that she was all right。
By day； hey devoted themselves to trying to determine the possible locations of Gryffindor's sword； but the more they talked about the places in which Dumbledore might have hidden it； the more desperate and far…fetched their speculation became。 Cudgel his brains though he might； Harry could not remember Dumbledore ever mentioning a place in which he might hide something。 There were moments when he did not know whether he was angrier with Ron or with Dumbledore。 We thought you knew what you were doing 。。。We thought Dumbledore had told you what to do 。。。 We thought you had a real plan！
He could not hide it from himself： Ron had been right。 Dumbledore had left him with virtually nothing。 The