No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Fear and Trust

Sorry it's taken so long... :/ I have class and they are so hard and I have soccer practice every day and I know its not an excuse but I just don't have much time. I am still going to write when I can, it is my top priority to finish this book first. I'm really sorry my loves, you deserve so much better, my schedule is just so demanding.

Qotd: if you could use one of the Harry Potter spells whenever you wanted for the rest of your life, which one would it be?

Aotd: either Accio because I always loose things and they always end up in obvious places, or lumos bc that's just cool and super effective ;) 💡

Comment your thoughts! I love you guys, but you might not love me by the end of this book because.. Oh wait! You'll have to keep reading to find out hehehe :)) it nothing too bad. I promise ;)

BY THE WAY : IN THE LAST CHAPTER RON AND HARRY WENT TO TALK TO GRIPHOOK AND OLLIVANDER. THIS CHAPTER STARTS AFTER HERMIONE PASSED OUT AND THEY ARE GOING TO GO AND DO THAT, SO PLEASE DON'T BE CONFUSED :) IM ALSO SKIPPING THE PART WITH  IN THE VAULT/DRAGON, BECAUSE THAT IS THE VERY SAME IN MY STORY. YEAH SORRY, I SKIPPED ALOT IN THIS CHAPTER BUT I SUPPLIED YOU WITH WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW. ARE WE FOOD? NO NOT FOOD, GOOD! YAY! WHY AM I YELLING. THIS STORY IS ABOUT TO GET JUICY YALL

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Harry POV

I had never been exposed to so much conflict, all at once. It was as if my problems were compacted in a balloon, and that balloon had just exploded in my face. I had just lost my best friend. Dobby was my protector, and one of my most loyal friends. I would never be able to replace that kind, uplifting spirit in my heart, because that spot was reserved for only Dobby. He was innocent. But now, he was freer than he ever was. I would never forget his big glassy eyeballs, and his sometimes annoying persistency.

I sat by the fireplace, the mirror fragment tightly in my hand with a stain of my blood on it, and my leg violently shaking as I waited for Fleur to come out of her room. I needed to see Ollivander, and Griphook before Bill moved them both.

Hermione was doing better. She was still groggy from passing out, so she was sleeping slit today. She was still pretty shaken up, and very timid, but she was not as weak and was starting to act a little bit more like herself. Then again, I haven't seen her smile a real smile in I can't even remember how long. I missed that smile. Would I ever get to see it again, now that she was mentally scared? I hope so.

Ron and I had been taking turns watching her, Luna too..sometimes. We would just sit in her room and talk to her, when she wanted to. Most of the time she would just fiddle with her cup of water and mumble the same thing over and over again under her breath. The other day she let Ron tell her a story. It was just a silly one he made up though, but it managed to keep her occupied. Whenever I was watching her, I was conflicted. Seeing her in this state made me just want to hold her and never let her go. That would confuse her though, so I listened to my better judgement and refrained.

But I loved her. I really did. After what happened at Malfoy Manor, I was sure of it. Even with everything going on? It was difficult to turn my attention away from her.

Suddenly, the door hand jingled and out came Fleur, in an old apron and her blond hair in one of her flawless tight buns. Bill followed shortly behind, lurking in the shadows of the doorway with nothing but his revolting scar clearly visible.