The Order of the Phoenix | Hermione Granger x Male Reader (Book Five)

32. The Death Of A Father

Y/N's POV

I left the room and regrouped with Lucius and the other Death Eaters. We prowled around, looking for any signs of the others, my wand was out. I was pointing forward, I didn't know how I was going to do this, how I was going to help Harry and the others whilst being on the Death Eater's side.

"There they are!" Bellatrix suddenly shrieked.

Stunning Spells shot across the room, I saw that Harry smashed his way through the door ahead, bringing the others with him. They were all over the threshold just in time to slam the door against us.

"Colloportus!" I heard Harry shout.

"It doesn't matter!" said a man's voice. "There are other ways in - WE'VE GOT THEM, THEY'RE HERE!"

Running with the rest of the Death Eaters, I tried to get to where Harry was. We got there and we all rushed forward to attack. I knew it would be suspicious if I stayed behind, so I charged forwards with the rest of them.

"STUBEFY!" shouted Neville, his nose bloody and bruised. "STUBEFY, STUBEFY!"

Nothing happened.

Keeping up my act, I shot my own Stunning Spell at Neville, but it missed him by inches. Minutes later, Harry ran for it as Bellatrix Lestrange and I raced right at him: he was holding the prophecy high above his head.

The others streaked after him, knocking chairs and tables flying but no one dared to bewitch him in case they hurt the prophecy, and I saw that Harry dashed through the only door still open, the one through which we had come from. Following him, I ran a few feet into the new room and felt the floor vanish...

I was falling down step after step until I landed flat on my back in a sunken pit where there was a stone archway I remembered seeing earlier. I scrambled back on my feet and went over to where the other Death Eaters were. Harry was also there, confused and standing in the middle.

"Potter, your race is run," drawled Lucius Malfoy, pulling off his mask, "now hand me the prophecy like a good boy."

"Let-let the others go, and I'll give it to you!" said Harry desperately.

A few of the Death Eaters laughed.

"You are not in a position to bargain, Potter," said Lucius Malfoy, his pale face flushed with pleasure, "you see, there are ten of us and only one of you...or hasn't Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?"

"He's dot alone!" shouted a voice from above us. "He's still god be!"

Neville was coming down to where we were. "STUBEFY!" Neville shouted again, pointing his wand at each Death Eater in turn. "STUBEFY!"

Again, nothing happened. I quickly raced over to Neville, seized him and pinned his arms to the side. He struggled and kicked and I muttered in his ears, so that no one else could here me. "Trust me Neville, just trust me."

"It's Longbottom, isn't it?" sneered Lucius Malfoy. "Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause...your death will not come as a great shock."

"Longbottom?" repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her face. "Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy."

"I DOE YOU HAB!" roared Neville.

Bellatrix looked transported, alive with excitement as she glanced at Harry, then back at Neville.
"No, let's see how long Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents...unless Potter wants to give us the prophecy."

"DON'D GIB ID DO DEM!" roared Neville. "DON'D GIB ID DO DEM, HARRY!"

Bellatrix raised her wand. "Crucio!"