𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 ☆ 13

"I'm sorry, Mr Lovegood, I still don't quite understand," Rosalyn told him, still not shy.

I instead of answering with words, Xenophilius went over to get ink, quill and parchment. Once he had Rosalyn, Harry, Ron and Hermione standing round him, he drew a vertical line in the middle of the paper. "The elder wand, the most powerful wand in the world." He drew a circle at the bottom of the line. "The resurrection stone, capable of returning loved ones from the dead." Finally, he drew a triangle round it all. "The cloak of invisibility, used, once, to hide from death itself."

He looked straight into Rosalyn's eyes. "Together, as I said, they make you the master of death."

Rosalyn looked at Hermione. Hermione looked back. "That mark was on a grave in Godric's Hollow," Hermione said slowly. "Mr Lovegood, does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?"

Xenophilius suddenly pushed past them. "Ignotus... excuse me, Ignotus and brothers Cadmus and Antioch are said to be the three original owners of the Hallows and therefore the inspiration for the story," He went over to the table and their discarded chairs, then, from there, opened the kettle. "Oh, you're tea's gone cold, I'll just go and get some more..."

He bustled downstairs to the kitchen, looking positively scared now. Rosalyn didn't even hesitate to wonder why. She cursed herself for this later.

The quartet looked at each other for a few seconds. "Let's get out of here," Ron said quickly. "I'm not drinking any more of this stuff, hot or cold."

They gathered their bags and walked downstairs to the door, where Xenophilius was waiting by the window, the sink miles away.

"Erm- thank you, Sir," Hermione said awkwardly.

"You forgot the water," Ron put in.

"What?" Xenophilius asked in surprise.

"For the tea."

"D-did I?" He asked quietly. He then started to shake, going around the room. "How silly of me, I-"

"It's fine, Sir," Rosalyn said. "We'll be going, now, anyway-"

"NO!" Xenophilius yelled as the mug flew up in the air, then fell to the ground and smashed. He ran over to the door, holding out his arms, blocking it.

"Rosie, look that this," Ron said slowly, pointing at a copy of the Quibbler.

Now, the Quibbler had been supporting Rosalyn throughout the early course of the war, as Xenophilius had told Rosalyn at the wedding. However, now, like The Prophet, it had UNDESIRABLE NO.1 emblazoned across the top, a picture of Rosalyn on it as well.

"The Quibbler's going for a new angle, then, isn't it?" Rosalyn asked icily. "Is that why you keep staring out the window, waiting for the death eaters?"

Xenophilius started to shake. He looked pale, his lips dry. "They took her," he said in a voice that went far past broken. "They were angry, you see, about what I'd been writing... and they took her, my Luna... please, you're my only hope... they might give her back to me if I-"

"Hand over Rosie?" Ron asked flatly. "No deal."

Rosalyn, meanwhile, had backed up in shock. It was her or Luna.

"Move over, we're leaving," Harry told Xenophilius.

But there was no time. "DOWN!" Hermione yelled, as she saw black, smoky lines headed towards the house.

Just as Rosalyn hit the ground, she heard the glass smash. Spells were fired everywhere as she commando crawled through the house, trying to connect her hand with Hermione's-