Through Her Eyes

Chapter 31: Cup of Victory

Rolling her eyes, Hermione moved to tap the correct runes with her wand, careful not to mess up her spelling as it could set the whole thing off,

"Ok, now Snake Speak. Uh..."

Hermione nibbled on her bottom lip. Translating Latin to English to Parsaltongue was no easy feet, especially when your arm is burning like crazy, and you don't have a long time to think. It didn't get any better when the sound of a spell battle from upstairs rocked the floorboards, meaning the boys had probably been spotted, or something else set Voldemort off.

Cursing quietly, Hermione hissed out the sloppy translation. The trap did nothing at first, almost like it was thinking about the answer before it clicked and disappeared all together. Sighing once again in great relief, Hermione snatched up the cup with her good hand and tossed it into her bag. She turned however as there we're yelling voices coming down the stairs. Diving into the shadows, Hermione rapidly transformed into her cat form as dozens of Death Eaters flooded the chamber,

"Bloody hell, it's gone!"

"Find it! Search the room!"

"Fan out!"

The confusion was a perfect time for Hermione to weave past the legs of Death Eaters and into the hall chamber, keeping to the shadows as more and more people came to the room. Eventually, she slipped back into the library without hassle, ducking down under a table as the entire manor suddenly rumbled with great rage. The shaking sent all the windows crumbling down in a shower of glass shards. Glancing up at the frames now open to the outside, Hermione's tail flicked,

'How convenient,' she thought, hopping up onto one of the tables, narrowly missing a spell aimed in her direction by a Death Eater. They definitely knew she was here now, 'better get a move on,'

Gracefully jumping out the window, Hermione landed in the grass and ran towards the woods, seeing two other figures making a dash for it as well. Prongs had what looked to be a knife in his rump, while Sirius had his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and ran with a slight gait. Obviously they didn't have the same luck Hermione did. Shaking her head slightly, the Kneazle ignored the stinging of her paw from the proximity of the Horcrux as the forest approached.

However, she suddenly stumbled as a Bombarda exploded behind her legs, causing Hermione to fly forward with a startled cry. Transforming out of habit, she lay breathing heavily as the shrapnel in the back of her calf caused rips and tears in the skin. It could be healed later of course, but that didn't mean it was painless,

"I got her! Over here!"

Lifting her head slightly, Hermione panicked as she tried to get to her feet and stumble away, only to do just that. She fumbled against the ground as the boys disappeared ahead,

"So much for luck," Hermione hissed irritably, holding out her wand as she readied herself for an attack. Except before the Death Eaters could get close, Hermione yelped as something grabbed onto the back of her collar and dragged her into the forest. Wincing at the pain of both being dragged and her arm, Hermione watched as Malfoy Manor disappeared in the darkness, and she was dropped by a small creek.

Scrambling onto her stomach to look at her attacker, Hermione paled at the sight of a monstrous silver grey wolf, with intelligent blue eyes staring back at her. After a small amount of staring however, the wolf transformed into a man...a very familiar man,