𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

❃ not a chance

Quick PSA, I know the train scene I used is technically from September at the beginning of seventh year. It was just easier to use during the train ride back home for Christmas break :)) enjoy reading <3

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𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆

"Undesirable number one, Harry Potter. Reward, ten thousand galleons on his head," Daphne exclaimed, reading one of the flyers the Carrow's had placed on each train compartment's door.

"Ten thousand galleons? Where are they getting that kind of money?" Naevah scoffed, taking a bite of her morning biscuit.

"Probably Draco's bank account," Blaise snorted, earning a roll of the eyes from Draco, whom I was currently sitting on.

"The Gryffindor compartment has probably already torn the flyers to shreds and thrown them into the wind," Pansy chuckled, her black ankle boots propped up on the table.

We all jerked forwards as the train came to an abrupt stop, Draco's hands tightening around my waist as to make sure I didn't fall over.

"What's this about?" Pansy stood, peeping her head out the compartment door, bickering in the distance. "It's coming from where Ginny and that lot is sitting."

"Let me see," Daphne stood, staring out the door next to Pansy.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Death eaters are boarding the train," Pansy said quietly.

"Are you serious-"

"Shh," Daphne hushed Blaise, as we all listened to the quarreling in the distance.

"My father will hear about this," Cormac exclaimed.

"That's my line."

"Shut up, Draco," Naevah hissed, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Ow."

I stood from Draco's lap despite his obvious annoyance, peeking over Pansy's head as I watched the death eaters study each student, in obvious pursuit of Harry.

"Hey, losers. He isn't here," Neville exclaimed, standing from his chair. Naevah's lips quirked slightly upwards.

"You'd love for him to defend you like that, wouldn't you," Draco chuckled.

"Shut up." She smiled.

"Sit down, kid. He may not be here, but your little blonde friend has been shit talking The Dark Lord in her little newspapers," a death eater clamped around Luna's arm, Pansy's eyes turning frantic.

"Is it wrong I have different beliefs than you, sir? The Ministry smears Harry's name, why can't I smear yours?" Luna spoke softly, "Please don't touch me."

"You've just gotten yourself in a lot of trouble, young lady," the man forced her up, "I guess we'll have to take you as bait."

Ginny and Neville stood in protest, Pansy trying to run out the locked door with tears in her eyes, but they'd already apparated away, Luna in hand.

"No, no no no, this can't be happening-"

"Pansy, what's wrong?" Daph asked,

"They just kidnapped my girlfriend, that's what's fucking wrong-"

Pansy's lips pursed shut.

"Your what?" Daphne exclaimed excitedly, shaking her shoulders.

"It doesn't matter what I said, what if they hurt her-"

"She'll most likely be taken to the Manor. She'll be alright, we can work this out. Don't worry about it," Draco huffed, pulling me back into his lap, wrapping his hands around my waist as he placed his chin on my shoulder.