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Harry Potter NR.1

... playing in her mind. It sounded like you were betraying Lily and James. Curled in her sleeping bag, she repeated this sentiment to herself again. During the day, when all she had to think about was destroying horcruxes, Ginny managed to block these thoughts away. But at night, the guilt of betrayal she felt plagued her and she spent hours in bed attempting to console herself before she eventually fell asleep from pure exhaustion. Tonight however, she couldn't find a way to convince herself that what she'd done had been absolutely necessary. Telling the Death Eaters the prophecy had seemed like the only thing she could've done. Voldemort needed to be afraid that he could be defeated so that he would find better, or simply just separated, protection for each of his horcruxes. But the expense was at the lives of her best friends. It was more than likely that Voldemort would find and kill Lily and James. Remus probably felt that was exactly what she had done and wanted nothing to do with her anymore. That was what had to be done though. It was the only way. Wasn't it? Ginny had never swam so deeply in self-doubt. She was only just able to remove it from her mind enough to work on destroying the ring. She didn't know where Remus had gone or why he hadn't returned but she couldn't let his absence side track her. Finding and destroying the rest of the horcruxes was her first priority regardless of Remus's whereabouts or what he felt. So she pushed herself into her work, burying any ...

... emotion that would impede from doing her job. If Voldemort had not yet distributed his horcruxes to his Death Eaters for safekeeping, he soon would, and Ginny wanted to be sure the ring was destroyed before she went after them. It would not do her any good if she were captured while trying to find the diary or the cup and they took the box with the ring inside it from her. She spent all of her time focused on the box. The golden case did not have a large lock that she could attempt to unlock or hinges on one side she could try to break. Instead, the box had simply a line around the center where it would evidently separate once she found a way to open it. At present, pulling at it did nothing. However, the box did have some minute carvings that she did not notice the first time she inspected it. They were deep too and she knew that it had something to do with opening the box. Voldemort was unlikely to add design to anything unless it had a purpose, a dark one at that. She studied the box closely, using her wand to diagnose how deep the divots in the box were. It was hard to say what their purpose was. Was a special key needed to open it? She wondered this as she turned it around in her hands. "What is that?" "It's nothing," she answered absentmindedly before she started and turned. "Fabian? How did you find me?" "We didn't. You found us," Gideon answered. Her twin uncles stood side by side before her looking fresh and clean. They looked bright even, as if they hadn't just been ...