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Y7 C5~ The Deathly Hallows

Coming to visit the Lovegood residence was a mistake, we realised that now. All we had learnt since coming was the story of the Deathly Hallows—which I already knew from my childhood—, and that Hermione was still salty with Ron. Luna had been gone for the entirety of our visit, and we had quickly put two-and-two together and realised we were being distracted by Xenophilius Lovegood because he had alerted the Death Eaters of our being here.

We all managed to quickly escape and apparate into a forest before anything too extreme happened.

"That treacherous little bleeder," Ron hissed; the sky cracking with thunder in the distance. "Is there no one we can trust?"
Harry walked around from behind him. "They kidnapped her because he supported me," Harry breathed, removing the bag from his back. "He was just desperate."

Ron muttered something else incoherent to my ears and began assisting Hermione with setting up the tent for our new temporary stay. I looked at Harry and nodded to him, signalling it was okay.

I walked away with Harry and we all separated to collect sticks for a fire, before I froze and subconsciously grabbed his jumper sleeve after a man emerged from around a tree. I walked backwards, closer to Ron, and saw another three of them, all with wild-looking appearances. Once of them I realised to be Fenrir Greyback after recognising him from newspaper articles.

"Hello, beautiful," The assumed leader of the group said to Hermione, playing with one of the rings around his knuckle. He spotted me next to Ron and gave me a creepy smile. "I know you," He said, making my stomach lurch. "You're the Shade girl. You've caused quite the trouble for your parents."
My nails dug into the heel of my palms as I felt a lump grow in my throat. 
"You best come with us. The Malfoy's and Shade's have been looking all over for you."

Without anymore being said, we all took a few steps back, looking between each other, then breaking into a sprint in the opposite direction.

"Well don't hang about. Snatch 'em."

The breath in my lungs felt trapped as I forced myself to run as fast as I could. I was already separated from Harry, Ron and Hermione, and I could only assume they were mostly on their own as well.

The leaves and sticks cracked and broke under our feet as we heard multiple footsteps chasing us from behind.

I dodged spells being fired around my head as I continued to run, feeling my legs go sore and my heart pulsing in my neck. A spell shot past and hit a tree just next to me, and I heard their heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. With barely any thinking, I quickly shot spells from over my shoulder, trying to stun the one after me as I tried to get away.

I chose to turn to the left since I was at more of a risk of being caught if I kept running straight. Thankfully, I wound up back with the trio, who were also trying to fire spells back in defence.

We ran downhill as the spells continued to miss us by inches, the sounds of footsteps and cracking ringing in my ears as I breathed heavily, struggling to keep a steady flow of oxygen to keep running. I heard Ron grunt and fall, and I considered trying to help him out of the binds that kept him down, but saw Harry and Hermione still running and chose to mirror their actions.

A heap of tree logs and trunks created a small archway that was large enough for me to run under. As I passed through, I heard a noise slamming above me, meaning there was a Snatcher directly above racing to catch me on the other side.

I made it out quickly enough to avoid being caught, and fought against the burning sensation building up in my legs as the adrenaline began to fade.

I made it to Hermione and Harry and watched her as she shot a smell at Harry's face, making him fall onto his back from the force. I dropped to his side and loomed over him to see what she had done. Lumps and internal bubbles forming under his skin shifted the structure of his face until he were almost unrecognisable. I stood up, realising why she had made the decision.

She looked at me desperately, and I knew what she was trying to say. We couldn't escape. It was over.

Harry gasped for breath as he stood up. Hermione quickly fell next to him on her knees and grabbed the glasses from his face and shoved them into her bag.

"The Hallows exist," Harry gasped, body shaking. He had another vision. "But he's only after one of them— the last one. He knows where it is."
I looked over after hearing cracking leaves, and saw Ron
"He's gonna have it by the end of the night— he knows about the Elder Wand-"

Hermione was pulled up by a Snatcher rather aggressively, and the same happened to Harry. Seeing all three of them looking defeated in the hold of Snatchers, I sighed defeatedly and didn't move as a Snatcher went behind me and forcefully grabbed just under my shoulders.

"Do not touch her!" Ron demanded to the Snatcher that held Hermione in their grasp, stumbling over and trying to push him away. One of the space Snatchers came over and strike him in the stomach, making him gasp and hunch over.
"Leave him-!" Hermione shouted, fighting the hold of one of the men holding her. He looked unfazed.

"Your boyfriend will get much worse for that if he doesn't learn to behave himself." The leader of the Snatchers warned, trekking towards us with someone else behind him. "And what happened to you, ugly?" He asked Harry as he fought in Fenrir Greyback's hold. They both looked at him.
"No, not you." He quickly said to Fenrir.
"What is your name?"

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley." Harry answered quickly.
"Check it." The leader ordered. He walked over to Hermione. "What do they call you?"
"Penelope Clearwater," Her voice shook. "Half blood." She added.

"And you," He said slowly as he walked to me, leaning in close. I didn't budge. "Why'd ya run off, huh? Do you have any idea the trouble you've put us through-"

"There is no Vernon Dudley on here."
The leader looked sickly excited as he looked away from me. "You hear that ugly? This means you're lying to us. Why did you not tell us who you are?"
"Do you have a mistake, I already told you who I am."

The leader seemed to have an epiphany, because his eyes widened ever-so-slightly. "Change of plan. We are not taking this lot to the Ministry."

The sky pale with an occurring storm overwhelmed the cloudy sky. The mountains were dark with distance and the ground looked almost black from the lighting. Perfectly cut hedges were clustered all in one spot in this particular location.

Malfoy Manor stood between it all. It's colours and aesthetic matching its surrounding environment as the wind ruffled through the green hedges. The large steel gate standing in the way of the long pathway which led to the Death Eater headquarters.

Bellatrix Lestrange stood on the other side, looking between the gate towards us with a dark look. She leaned even closer when Harry was brought forward, the Snatcher pulling up the strands of hair that covered his lightning-shaped scar.

I look of recognised crossed her features as he clutched the bars of the gate between her hands.

"Get Draco."