Unique (Hermione x M! OC)

63. R.A.B.

"Sammy's right." Hermione says, "The old places aren't safe."

"My rucksack. With all my things. I left it back at the Burrow –" Hermione shakes her head and Harry looks at her purse. "You're joking."

"I've had the essentials packed for days. Just in case." Hermione replies.

"By the way -- these jeans? Not my favourite. Bit tight." Ron complains.

"That's 'cause they're mine, you prat." I hiss and look at Harry, who's watching something right past me.

"DOWN!" Harry shouts. We all snatch up our wands and duck into cover as spells crash into our boothe. Harry stands, "Stupefy!" That takes out one of them. After the second casts a couple spells, I stand.

"Veternum Locus!" The spell blows clean through the counter and knocks the Death Eater hard enough into the wall that he cracks it, clears the counter, knocks two pictures off the wall and thuds hard on the ground.

"Bloody hell, Sam. Think that was your strongest one yet." Ron exclaims.

The waitress steps out of the room, seeing two knocked out Death Eaters and a completely totaled kitchen. "Go!" Hermione snaps. The waitress doesn't argue.

"Right then." I mutter, "What now?"

"Lock the doors. Get the lights." Ron uses his deluminator and Hermione and I lock doors.

"This one's name is Rowle. He was on the Astronomy Tower the night Sn- the night Dumbledore was killed." Harry says regarding the one he took out.

"This is Dolohov. I recognize him from the wanted posters." Ron refers to the guy I likely gave permanent physical trauma. "So what do we do with you, huh? Kill us if it was turned round, wouldn't you?" I give Ron a warning glance and he rolls his eyes, "Suppose it's him that did Mad-Eye. How would you feel then?" There's a brief, tense silence.

"It's better we wipe their memories. We kill them, they'll know we were here."

"You're the boss." Ron grunts.

"Can you get one?" I whisper to Hermione, a tad weary still to tell her to do it after last time.

"Yes." she replies, distinctively.

"Hermione, get this one, I'll get plumpy over there. We're the best with spells." I approach Rowle and point my wand at him. "Obliviate." I cast, twisting my wand and pulling in the memories of our encounter. When we're done, I look at Hermione, she's shaky, but otherwise okay. I catch a spot where a splinter of wood nicked her. I gently rub at her face before looking at her, giving her a weak smile, "We can't stay here much longer."

We're back on the London sidewalk, more paranoid than ever. "How is it they knew we were there?" Harry demands.

"Maybe you still have the Trace on you." Hermione suggests.

"Nah, that's gone when you turn seventeen." I reply, "They were probably patrolling, saw us apparate in, investigated and attacked." Hermione stops abruptly. "You alright, Darling?"

"We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry. Ginny, Sammy and I -- we'd prepared a cake. We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding." Right. Totally forgot, didn't I?

"Hermione. I appreciate the thought, honestly, but given that we were almost killed by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago..." Harry explains.

"Right. Perspective." Hermione mutters. She takes my hand and we continue forward.

"We've got to get off the streets, get somewhere safe." Ron says at last.

"I have an idea." Harry replies. He takes lead and we follow him through London.