~'Spell' out love ~ George Weasley X Reader

- Not Harry Potter? -

After the explosion, we all roll on our feet, barely able to see from how dark it was.

"That trenderous old bleeder! Is there no one we can trust?"

"They've kidnapped Luna because he supported me. He was just desperate," Harry says.

Ron says nothing then spits, clearing the grit from his teeth and peers towards the river. Unlike the last time we were here, it was quiet and so were the trees.

"I'll do the enchantments," Hermione says.

Ron takes out his wand but Hermione raises her hand to stop him. Her eyes rise to the sky. Her breath gets caught in her throat. The rest of us follow and look. Clinging to the branches of the trees, almost as if they were part of the trees themselves are Snatchers.

A wand blooms above, illuminating the face of Scabior. Hermiones red scarf, now worn out and filthy, dangles from his neck. He presses it up to his nose and inhales grinning.

"Hello, beautiful," he glowers.

We all dash through the trees. Hermione flickers through the trees as Scabior pursues her. Harry slashes through the river, looks up and sees a snatcher leap across from one tree to the other. Ron pounds through thick brush, over a fallen tree and i try to dodge whatever comes my way. The forest becomes more dence and the shadows thicken. Spells spew out from the trees, ropes of light lace the night. 

Hermione stumbles but regains her balance and finds herself a clearing. Another figure pelts towards her. It was Harry. They freeze briefly, then the clearing explodes with light as spells come left right and centre. They hit the ground. The Snatchers close in. Harry looks to Hermione. The tip of her wand blooms and her face lights up in the darkness. She reaches out, takes his glasses from his face, then points her wand at him. A burst of white light strikes him in the eye. Her wand goes dark.

Harry blinks and in a blur peers at Hermione, whispering quickly.

"They exist. The Hallows,"

Hermione looks at him expectantly. He nods, his face barely visible. 

"But he only wants the one, the last one. That's what hes been looking for,"

"What're you saying?" She question.

"He knows where it is, You-Know-Who. He'll have it by the end of the night. He's found the elder wand,"

As Hermione stares in stunned disbelief, figures emerge from the trees. Me and Ron are shoved to the ground next to them. Scabior strips Harry and Hermione of their wands.

"Don't touch her!" Ron shouts. A fist hits Ron hard.

"Stop it!"

"Your boyfriend will get worse than that if he doesn't behave, lovely,"

Scabior points his wand to Hermione then shines it on Harry. His face is swollen and horribly misshaped. 

"Whats happened to you, ugly?" He asks down to Harry.

Harry feels his face, the lumps formed around his eyes.

"Whats your name?"

"Dudely. Vernon Dudley," He replies.

"Check the list. And you, ginger?" 

"Stan Shunpike,"

"Like hell you are. We know skinny stan. Try again,"

Greyback, his boot to Rons neck, presses harder.

"Weasley...Barney Weasley," 

"Weasley, eh? Wouldn't be related to that blood traitor Arthur Weasley, would you?"