Three weeks went by and the group still was no closer to finding any more horcruxes, let alone a safe way to destroy the one they had in their possession. Even with her extensive knowledge of spells, Minerva could not think of a safe way to destroy the locket. Fiendfyre was the only spell she could come up with. And even if she was in a controlled area, Minerva felt she still couldn't control the rogue flame. That is, if the Horcrux would allow Minerva to even get close to it. The group had decided until they could destroy it, they should take turns holding onto it. So far though, only Harry and Ron were able to. Originally they thought that the locket had recognized Minerva's magical signature and thus was a defensive mechanism. But when it was Hermione's turn, it would also back away whenever she was close. The only thing they could come up with is that the locket locked onto Animagus signatures. It made perfect sense that way it would be an added protection for the horcrux's survival.

Minerva poked at the fire, pondering what the next step for the group should be as Hermione was buried in a book nearby. Harry patrolled the perimeter as Ron sat in the tent listening to the old radio rattle out names. Ever since the two women came back to camp Ron spoke very little. His mood worsened when it was his turn to hold the horcrux. And when he wasn't on patrol, Ron always had the radio on.

Minerva was brought out of her pondering when Hermione slammed her book close, eyes shut, before pinching the bridge of her nose. "Will he ever stop listening to that blasted radio?" she mumbled under her breath.

"Probably not, but can you blame him while his family is in constant danger?" She turned her head to look at her mate.

Hermione snorted, "Aren't we considered being in constant danger? We only happen to be the most wanted of the Wizarding world. Harry being undesirable #1, me #2, and you bringing up the rear as #3."

Minerva folded her arms across her chest and looked as she was in thought before saying, "I still haven't decided yet if I should be thankful or offended that I'm number 3. On one hand I'm not the most wanted yet there are two much younger than I that are viewed as a threat. Well that and I think I'm quite desirable. I know you are." She smirked at her mate.

Hermione rolled her eyes before leaning over to peck her mate on the lips. "Yes dear, you are quite desirable." She glanced back at Ron as he was hunched over the radio, back to them. "Ron, can you please turn that off?"

His back stiffened. "No."

"Why not? What good is it doing listening to that? It's not like if you do hear their names you'll be able to do anything about it. It'll be too late."

"You don't know that it'll be too late. Besides every day that goes by and I don't hear their names I know they are fine. So just shut up." He mumbled the last part.

Hermione opened her mouth to reply but was stopped as Glenna appeared. "Breakfast is ready."

Minerva stood up, holding her hand out to help Hermione up. "Glenna if you could find Harry please. The perimeter should be fine for a couple of minutes so he can get some breakfast." Glenna nodded before disappearing. Minerva walked past Ron and into the kitchen, Hermione right behind her. Laid out before them was a feast of proportions. There were sausages, ham slices, and bacon strips sizzling on platters. Next to that was a bowl filled to the brim with hash browns, and another bowl filled with numerous kinds of fruit. Multiple platters stacked with pancakes and pastries decorated the middle of the table. At the end were three pitchers full of pumpkin juice, orange juice, and milk.

Hermione looked at the wide selection of food before sitting down and poured a glass of orange juice for herself. "Glenna out did herself. If I didn't know better I'd say this was Hogwarts selection of food." She began to fill her plate with the different meats.

Minerva sat down, looking at the selection. "I'd say that's exactly where Glenna got the selection. But that's impossible… unless she still has access to Hogwarts' kitchen…" Minerva knew that Severus knew that she had a House Elf that had access to Hogwarts. Surely he would have thought to block her House Elf from having access. Then again there was much in the unknown concerning House Elf magic. Severus could have easily tried to block her elf but Glenna had found other ways. She decided she would talk to her elf about this later. Harry walked in, taking a seat across from her as Ron walked in behind him and sat across from Hermione. Both boys filled their plates to the brim. "Anything interesting as you walked the perimeter?"

Harry shook his head. "No. I think we picked a good location this time. There seems to be nothing around other than animals. I did notice they were able to come in and out of the wards easily. I thought our wards were supposed to block anything and everything from getting in."

Hermione shook her head as she swallowed the rest of her bacon. "The wards are tailored made. If we had used the typical ones, then any wizard passing by would notice that the animals were avoiding an invisible area. The ward we have up is only recognizing anything from the inside going out and anything non magical getting back in. Notice me not takes care of any muggles and these wards let animals come in yet not any Animagi disguised as their animal counterpart."

"Brilliant." Harry smiled as he tucked into his plate. "Then again when I'm camping with the two most brilliant witches in all of Britain I shouldn't be surprised." He winked, causing Ron to scowl even though he continued to stuff his face. "Glenna out done herself. Where did she get all of this food?"

Minerva pursed her lips. "I have a theory, but I can't be sure until I ask her." Harry continued looking at her, brows pinching. "We think she may have gotten this from Hogwarts. How… we're not sure."

"Did she know Dobby?" Minerva nodded. "Then probably from him. He's still at Hogwarts and most likely knows what all is going on. I'm sure he's helped her smuggle the food. I doubt Snape even knows there is anything missing."

Hermione clapped her hands. "There you have it! That must be it." She beamed. "Now enough chit chat let's finished before it goes cold." Harry saluted her before turning back to her plate. Minerva chuckled and raised an eyebrow as Hermione began to pile more meat onto her plate. "What? I'm hungry," she mumbled.

Minerva watched as the food pile slowly disappeared. She was full and was shocked to see her mate keeping up pace with the boys. Surely she had to be close to full also. A few more minutes passed as Harry sat back, groaning in protest as he rubbed his stomach. He looked at Hermione, then Ron, before turning back to Hermione, both eyebrows raised up in his hair line. He whistled, "Blimey Hermione, you trying to out eat Ron?"

Hermione shook her head. "No. I just don't understand why but I'm still hungry."

"Two plates ago I would have said it was because of your 'extracurricular activities'", he waggled his eyebrows at this, "but now I don't know." He chuckled after a second. "Maybe you're eating so much because you're carrying a litter or whatever you Animagi would call it." He chuckled again but stopped as he watched Minerva pale, Hermione drop her fork, and Ron finally looked up from his plate. "What?"

"Sweet Merlin." Minerva took a deep sniff of the air by her mate before pulling out her wand and pointed the tip close to Hermione's abdomen after reciting an incantation. The clear light turned purple. She looked up to her mate. "You're pregnant."

Hermione blanched, pushed herself back from the table before getting up. "No. I can't be!" She pushed her hands into her hair, palms covering her eyes. "I was so malnourished when captured. I'm just now regaining all the weight I lost. How during that time to now could I have gotten pregnant?" She bent over, arms wrapped around her middle. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." She started to panic. Minerva quickly pulled her mate to her, and rocked her.

"Hermione don't think that. Dear you could be three weeks pregnant. Not necessarily more than that." Minerva whispered.

"But we don't know that do we?!" Hermione shouted. "I could be 3+ weeks pregnant! Do you know what that means?!" She started to cry.

Harry got up, concern lining his features. But before he could go to comfort his friend Ron spoke up. "It means you got knocked up by him. That you're carrying the devil's spawn." Ron snarled.

Minerva growled at him. "You don't know that you foolish boy! The child could easily be mine!" She wrapped her arms tighter around Hermione.

He snorted. "Either the way the child will be a bastard once born. You should terminate it Hermione. It isn't proper to have a child out of wedlock let alone while we're on the run."

Harry looked at his friend shocked. Minerva roared at Ron, making the red head jump up from his seat and take a step back. "How DARE you?! And you claim to be her friend? Grow up Ronald. She doesn't want you anyway more than a friend. She chose me. And if she chooses to keep this child I will raise it as my own whether it is of my blood or not. It is obvious if you were in my place you would not."

"I wouldn't touch the whore anyways. Merlin knows how many people she's opened her legs too." He folded his arms only to find himself flattened on the ground holding his bleeding nose. Harry stood above him, shaking his now open hand. "Fuck, Harry."

"You deserved it, mate. You've gone too far." He looked at Minerva who was literally shaking in suppressed anger. He knew if it wasn't for Hermione wrapped in her arms she would have most definitely hexed Ron into oblivion. "I think you need to give me the horcrux. It's obviously compromised you're emotions."

Ron stood up before ripping off the necklace. "Here." He threw it at Harry. "I'm out of here. I'm going to return home where I obviously belong. This whole journey is a farce and I refuse to be a part of it anymore. We don't know what the fuck we're doing. Or going. And I rather be home protecting my family." Before anyone could say anything Ron stormed out of the tent followed by a pop.

Minerva buckled as Hermione's body gave out, causing her to sink slowly to the floor. Harry rounded the table and crouched down. "She passed out." She shifted the weight in her arms, picking up her mate and holding her close to her body. "I'm going to go put her down in our bed. I hate to ask, but can you go and resume watching the perimeter. I want to be there when she wakes. Then I think we should move to a new location. Although we can believe Ronald will never give up our position we don't know if he'd ever be forced to give our location up."

"Can't we wait to see if he returns? He won't realize where we gone if we just give him some time to cool down?" At Minerva's look he held up our hands. "I know he overstepped a line. But he's still our friend."

"48 hours then we move."

AN: Hello everyone! Yes I am still alive. ;) Thank you to all who have stuck with this story and have reviewed. Yes I know I have been gone for a while. In my defense two years ago I started working at a job that had me working 50-70 hours high stress a week so whatever time I had down I relaxed. Never could get the motivation to write. Then I met the woman of my dreams and that took what little time I had extra until I was able to move closer to her (2 hour commutes sucked!). Now I am two months happily married (well pending all the legal limbo that is) and not only do I have a new job with less work hours and less stress but I have gotten my passion for writing back. Granted it is a slow process as I am very rusty and hitting brick walls but I will try my best to continue writing for this story and all my others. Thank you again for reading and I hope you enjoyed. :)