No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Misconceptions

Twigs rode up my ankles in a very uncomfortable manner, causing for me to slow down a bit. The boys were no where in sight, and my heart was racing faster than I care to mention. I cared too much about them.

I was about to scream out their names, but then I remembered how stupid that would be. I thought you were going to be smart.

I heard a rustling of leaves behind me, and my judgement instantly got the best of me. My wand jerked forward and the word Reducto oozed from my lips quickly in a fast motion. Livid with fear, I finally turned. The not exactly full werewolf prepared to pounce onto my body erupted into smoke and I started off sprinting again, and my stomach tightened up at the thought of the werewolves foul breath and sharp fingernails.

My chest heaved but I pursued on, occasionally firing defensive spells to keep these monsters away from me.

I could hear Ron yell from a distance and I merely cringed. However I lost my balance and stumbled down a hill, knocking into branches along the way. Once I finally stop tumbling, I end up at the bottom, and cough a few times to clear my throat of pollen and dust. I rub some dirt out of my face and roll over onto my stomach. I looked up. I saw Harry. He had blood running from his forehead, and I just wanted to rush up and kiss him.

But I couldn't. Not anymore. Snatchers were literally at every mode of escape, inching forwards towards me. I stood up and sent an apologetic glance to Harry, who looked confused at what I was about to do.

I pointed my wand at him and white light erupted from it, hitting him directly on the face. He fell back and groaned in pain and the sight was almost unbearable. His normally attractive face swelled up so that he was nearly unrecognisable.

     "What are you-" He spat, but was dragged into his feet by a werewolf that even I knew the name of. Fenrir Greyback. I shuddered at his ugly face, but was soon brought up by another one.

The werewolf roughly pinned my hands behind me and locked them with his hairy fingers. I winced as I saw another one punch Ron hard in the chest.

     "Leave him!" I shrieked, struggling to get free. The werewolf holding onto me tightened his grip on my hands and jolted me further into his body. I felt his hot breath fanning my face and fell silent, knowing that resisting would do me no good.

I looked over to my side, which was a mistake. Fenrir threw Harry into the ground and pushed his head into the prickly grass. Harry's one swollen visible eye caught mine and I nearly doubled over in emotional pain. The way he was looking at me..this is all my fault. Suddenly I felt a long, sharp fingernail run through my hair and I whipped back. The ugly face of Scabior met mine and I shriveled in disgust.

     "Hello, beautiful." he sneered. "I wonder how good your bones would taste....your soft skin....your," he sniffed me. "delicious perfume.."

I fought every bone in my body to not try and break free and escape with my friends. Scabior inched closer to my face and grinned so that his sharp and disgustingly yellow teeth were revealed.

     "What's your name, love?" He said, petting my head. I wanted this feeling to stop.

     "Penelope..." I stuttered. It was the only half blood name I could recall. "Penelope Clearwater,"

Scabior looked pretty convinced, but still brushed his nose against my cheeks. "And your blood...." he trailed off.

     "Half blood." I said quickly. I looked at Harry, but he was too busy getting interrogating himself by Fenrir, along with Ron, who was occasionally punched in the face. I suddenly felt kind of bad for punching him.

     "You from Hogwarts? Huh, pretty?"

     "We'b lebt-" Ron uttered. I turned to see his lips dripping with blood and my stomach quenched.

Scabior nodded. "And the Dark Lords name just happened to pop up in the midst of a conversation, eh?"

There was silence, and I closed my eyes as I heard two more blows, one delivered to each of the boys I expect.

     "I'm sorry," Harry said inaudibly, but I saw his lips move and I made out those words.

I didn't say anything. I only looked at Ron, who also made out Harry's words and nodded, his face still stained with his own blood. I knew he was sorry, but they might as well just kill us now. We all knew all they cared about was the reward, and they would probably get a lot for us, especially Harry.

"Well then, we've heard what we need. Surely if you are who you say, you will be out of the ministry in no time." Scabior paused, and dropped next to Harry. He yanked him up by his hair. I cringed. "But, if you are lying, there will be-"

There was an awkward silence, ad even Scabior's other companions were confused with his sudden stop. I saw Scabior's eyes flicker towards Harry's forehead, and he broke into a huge grin.

His scar.

The werewolf eventually caught on and began to laugh in agreement. My stomach churned and I just wanted to melt in this very spot. These Snatchers were very well indeed, going to get their reward.

"If it isn't Mr Harry Potter," Scabior breathed. "Scar and all." He reached his finger up and pressed it to Harry's forehead, and he screamed.

"Don't!" Harry yanked his head back from Scabior's finger.

"Potter?" Greyback roared. "Well I'll be damned!" He crouched next to Harry and tugged at his hair again. "Hear that, Potter? Looks like the Ministry will be a wee bit happy to see you as well,"

Scabior darted towards me again, ripped my bag out of my hand, and turned towards his companions. "To hell with the ministry. We are taking this lot, straight to 'em." Scabior could not stop laughing. "So many Galleons," he sang. "So many fortunes!"

The werewolf holding me grinned. "Let's go. Get over here," He yanked me over next to Harry and Ron. We were so close, but I still wasn't close enough to touch either one of them.

And we Disapparated on the spot. All of us, as prisoners.

We landed at the foot of large iron gates. The sky was dark, black even. I saw Ron to my left, his red hair in fists of the evilly spirited wizard holding him and Harry was simply being dragged along, blood soaking his right side of his face. And here I stood, barely touched.

It was obvious that Voldemort wasn't here yet, Harry would be screaming and writhing beyond belief. There was a hiss and I looked to the gate, where I saw a dark face pressed against it. I couldn't see who it was. Greyback growled and punched Harry's face up against the hard metal and pushed his hair out of the way as he grunted in pain.

The face contorted in a devilish smile and whispered. "Get, Draco."