Tonight was not the night Harry was hoping it would be. All the memorys of things he wished he could have done instead started to rush back to him. He wasn't really sure what was about to happen, but at least they had a more solad direction this time, even if he didn't know how on earth to do what he was planned to. In his mind, he just knew it had to be done.

He was sitting at the opening of the tent this time. He needed some air, and also he was a bit nervous about them being found so he was guard watching for a while.

Harry was starting to feel like they had no direction of what they were doing. Dumbledore didnt really leave anything simple, and its not like Harry had any idea at all where or what the Horcruxes were suppose to be or look like. He had been told that the diary he destroyed his second year however, was a Horcrux. That was one down, but there were still more. And merlin knows how hard to destroy this things might be. From what he saw with Dumbledore this wasn't going to be something easy. All Harry had was the locket, at the moment it was around his neck for safe keeping.

Why did Dumbledore have to be gone. Along with Sirius. They both left Harry with nobody to look up to. Nobody to talk to about any of this. Sure there was Hermione and Ron, who had both came along with him to help, but neither of them knew him and what position he was in as well as his headmaster, or god-father. Hermione normally tried to talk Harry out of things that needed to be done in his opioin, lately Ron would back her up half of the time. Either that, or go on a rant about how they might get theirselves killed.

Didn't they understand that this wasn't going to be easy in the slightest. This is the same Dark Lord that had killed his parents. Killed Cedric. Killed tons of people. Did they think this was going to be a walk in the park? That someone was going to just solve it all for them? They weren't. It was Harry's job, and his alone. However, that didn't mean he had to be all that happy about it.

He glanced down at the ground, staring at his own worn down trainers. He started to tease the locket around his neck with his thumb, and a feeling of anger felt as if it was tugging at him. Drawing him closer. He shook it off when he heard his name being called from inside the tent. He stood up, sighed, and opened the tent flap to find both his friends looking at him with a nervous look on their face.

The room was quite, and it made Harry feel uncomfortable. He was glad when Hermione finally broke the silence with a quick, "Is everything alright Harry? Ron and I are worried about you." He glared at her, not really knowing he was doing so.

He didn't know how to answer the question. Because frankly, everything was not ok, yet Harry didn't want to admit it. He wasn't sure what to do, how to solve the problem ahead or them, or anything. He could only wish Dumbledore was here to help him.

A tug of anger entered Harry's head when Hermione let loose her grip from the warm hug she had given him. "No. I'm not ok. No. Everything is not fine Hermione!" he said trying to stop himself. Why was he acting like this? "What makes you think that everything is just fine? Voldemort's Death Eaters are after our tail, people are dying, anyone who used to help us is dead." The word made him tingle all over, and he looked over at Ron who looked like he was about to say something about Harry mentioning "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" with his real name. "Can it Ron." he added.

His emotions instantly felt empty, and he felt horrible for the scene that he just cause, and judging by the look on either of his friends faces, they were surprised as much as he was. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "I really don't mean to act like this, I understand you are both just trying to help." He looked down at the locket dangling around his neck. "Its this damn locket." he said tugging it off his neck, grabbing Hermione's hand, and dropping it into her fist. "Here you take it, I don't want to hold this thing any more for now. Its like it is cursed."

Ron smiled as Hermione spoke, "I'll take it next time then, Ron.", she said in a soft voice, staring at the ground for a few minutes. "After all... We all need some time off, I can't just let you and Harry switch it every time.. I should wear it too, just so the both of you can relax a little.."

"Ok," he replied with a shrug, staring his feet so he didn't have to make eye contact with either of them. He was tired of all the bickering now, all they ever seemed to do lately was snap at each other, they were supposed to be the best of friends but it didn't seem that way lately. Ron was starting to regret coming with them, he wished he'd got on the Hogwarts Express on the 1st of September and headed off for months of Voldemort's Hogwarts.

He was starting to miss Hogwarts, the huge feasts in the Great Hall, quidditch, Hagrid and he even missed his lessons. Thinking about Hogwarts was making him hungry, thinking about plates full of roast potatoes and chicken wasn't a good idea when all you had to eat was a bit of stale bread and wild mushrooms that they had found in the forest. What Ron really missed though, was the rest of his friends, of course it's great going on a big adventure with your two best friends but it's not the same as sitting in the common room and chatting about the next quidditch match against Slytherin, drinking butter beer and eating chocolate frogs with the rest of the house.

"...What we really need to think about, is how to destroy it. Have you found anything interesting yet? Either of you?" Ron only caught the end of what Harry was saying, he was too lost in his own thoughts of Hogwarts and what was happening to Ginny and his other friends. Ron shrugged again, "I dunno mate," he leaned forward in his chair and looked up at Harry, "well we know the Basilisk fang destroyed the diary but I doubt Hermione's got a great dirty snake in her bag," Ron smiled at Hermione and then spoke again, "didn't you say Dumbledore destroyed a horcrux? We need to find out how he did it, maybe you need to do dark or really powerful magic or something." For the first time in a long while Ron felt like he was really doing something to stop the Dark Lord. He slumped back into the cushions of the armchair and waited for a response.

Harry began to feel frustrated on their leads. Dumbledore left at the worst time. His mind began to slip back to that horrible moment. It was almost as if Dumbledore wanted to die. Which only frustrated Harry more. Pushing himself up from the soft chair, he began to pace around the tent with his hands gripping the back of his head in deep thought.

"Well we know the Basilisk fang destroyed the diary but I doubt Hermione's got a great dirty snake in her bag," Harry rolled his eyes. Of course he knew that, "Didn't you say Dumbledore destroyed a horcrux? We need to find out how he did it, maybe you need to do dark or really powerful magic or something." Harry glared at the ceiling of the tent wishing the answer would appear on the canvas.

He kept his mouth shut, holding back his random pointless responses, because honestly he figured they wouldn't help any of their stress levels to point out he, himself, had no idea what to do.

Then he noticed Hermione stare at her copy of Beadle and the bard. Harry had seen her bury her nose in the book, scanning it for any information Dumbledore might have left the Trio. Her gift from him seemed a bit lacking, Harry often agreed when she would complain about the exact thing.

Then, right after Hermione finished her thought, Harry burst out his. Almost yelling, Harry asked, "Hermione, you still have that painting of whats-his-name from Grimmauld Place we snatched?" asking rather eagerly, because maybe this could be something rather helpful.