Courage | Hermione Granger Lesbian Story

Beyond The Veil

"RUN!" Harry bellows as the shelves begin swaying precariously and more and more prophecies begin to topple.

He grabs Luna out of the way at the same time I grab Hermione. I hold an arm over her head as chunks of shelf and glass thunder down around us.

Through the dust, a Death Eater lunges, only to be elbowed by Harry. Cries of pain erupt around us, but I try to just focus on what's coming at me. Which, currently, is Bellatrix.

A swift kick to her shin and Hermione and I are up and running.

As the seven of us go, arms over our heads, Death Eaters swarm around us. Ginny hits some with a Bat Bogey Hex, I continue elbowing and punching, Hermione stuns them, the others keep going.

Falling things continue hitting us at intervals, not much drawing blood.

Amongst the sprinting and crashing, we get seperated along the way. The door we entered through is ajar, four of us pelting forward. Hermione seals the door behind us and as I fall against a wall, panting, I brush the hair stuck to my face away.

"Where - where are the others?" Harry gasps, while Neville coughs up all the dust and wreckage. Hermione stumbles across to me and we lean together while we try to catch our breath.

Ron, Luna and Ginny are nowhere to be seen.

Panic on her face, Hermione turns back to the door, "They must've gone the wrong way."

Neville grabs her arm before she can unlock it and whispers hastily, "Listen!"

Echoing footsteps and shouts.

The room is dim, and difficult to breathe in. We can't stay in here until help comes, and the others are somewhere else completely.

Pressed against the door, we do our best to discern their conversation. Lucius is closest, and easiest to hear.

"Leave Nott, leave him I say. His injuries will be nothing to the Dark Lord compared to loosing the prophecy. Jugson, come back here, we need to organise. Split into pairs and search, and don't forget-"

Bellatrix cuts him off with her taunting tone, "Yes, yes. Gentle with Potter, kill the others if necessary."

What I assume to be after a curt nod, Malfoy continues, "Bellatrix, Rodolphus, take the left, Crabbe and Rabastan go right. Jugson, Dolohov, straight ahead. Macnair and Avery, through here - Rookwood other there. Mulciber, with me."

Since when was Blondie in charge?

The only useful thing from overhearing that interaction is names. If we get out of her alive, names mean everything.

"Let's get away from the door, come on."

We run as quietly as possible, and almost make it out before they enter and we throw ourselves under the desks.

A rough voice suggests, "They might've run straight through to the hall."

"Check under the desks."

Harry and I squashed under one, it's difficult to balance. Besides, the flowing black cloaks coming into view means we can't stay anyway.

"STUPEFY!" I shout as we leap up. I drag him up from the grandfather clock he crashed into, while Harry launches himself at the Death Eater aiming his half-spoken killing curse at Hermione.

Lights, spells, flashing, it happens quickly but both Death Eaters end up stunned. One of them topples back into the bell jar, and we suddenly freeze and watch in horror.