''𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙙 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮!''
𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰'𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄, 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲. With Harry's wand broken and Ron gone, Hermione and I were the only ones that were able to cast spells. That was until Harry took Hermione's wand. She didn't seem to mind much though.
Turns out she also found out who the boy was in the picture. The one with the blonde hair and heterochronic eyes. His name is Gellert Grindelwald. He had known Dumbledore back then and apparently stolen the wand from the wand maker Gregorovich. Harry seen him in one of his visions that he has.
She had concluded that the reoccurring symbol had been Grindelwald's symbol. I thought it was a good lead. Harry thought so too. Dumbledore never told him anything about Grindelwald, so he supposed that it was kept private for a reason. That reason we won't be getting anytime soon with our only source of information in a tomb surrounded by stone.
No offence, Dumbledore.
That night, I wasn't able to sleep. I watched as Harry left the tent that night, telling me that he would be back soon. I hoped he would. Ron had already left and we didn't need Harry to suddenly disappear. What would we do then? If Harry did disappear, I would assume that You-Know-Who had gotten to him.
Hermione and I would probably be useless, then. I didn't want to show myself in front of You-Know-Who after hearing about what he wanted to do with me. Actually, it was better then what he could've done. All he was going to do was recruit me to his Death Eaters, right? That's what Barty told me. I just hoped he was right and You-Know-Who didn't suddenly change his mind.
I watched Harry leave the barrier from the opening of the tent. It seemed like there was a divider between us and another dimension, when the charms had waved in their whimsical way. Now it was easier for anybody to find Harry, since he hadn't been on the other side of the charms. I wondered where he was going. I didn't bother to follow him, if he did get caught, he had Hermione's wand.
And he would most likely rely on Hermione and I to save him from wherever he got captured.
Eventually, I fell asleep that night. But it didn't last long. For what had felt like minutes actually turned out to be two hours. I could hear mumbles from outside, which had told me that Harry had been back and was safe. I think.
''Hermione!'' Harry then shouted. I groaned, flipping myself back over in bed and bringing the covers over my head. Whatever they were about to talk about, leave me out of it. ''Y/n!'' Well, so much for that.
Throwing the covers off of me, I threw the blanket back down onto the mattress before poking my head out the opening of the tent.
''What, Harry? Some of us are trying to sleep here.'' I retorted, squinting from the sudden bright light. Harry laughed at me. Wonder what's got him in a good mood.
Hermione then walks out behind me, Harry standing on a small hill above us. ''Is everything all right?''
''Yeah.'' I nodded, rubbing my eyes. ''I thought you got captured earlier.'' Hermione gave me a look and Harry chuckled from the lump of land.
''It's fine.'' He waved off. ''Actually, you know, it's more then fine.'' Hermione walked up the small lump of land, I slowly followed behind her. Harry pointed a finger behind him.
Standing behind Hermione, I looked over and spotted Ron, the Sword of Gryffindor in his hand. ''Hey.'' He smiled, a breathless laugh escaping him.
I was happy to see Ron back here, that meant that he was alive and well. Hermione, on the other hand...
''You. . .'' She took the backpack from his shoulder. ''Complete. . .'' She shoved him, making him stumble backwards a tad. ''Arse, Ronald Weasley!'' Hermione then grabbed a handful of leaves and threw it at him. Way to go, Hermione. Don't scare him off on his first day back. She then grabs the backpack and hits him in the leg with it. ''You show up here after weeks and you say 'hey'?''
Least to say, she was angry.
I stood next to Harry, watching the scene with widened eyes. Ron looked behind Hermione, his gaze landing on the both of us. Hermione then turned around to face us, pointedly, at Harry.
''Where's my wand, Harry?'' She started making her way over to Harry, me moving to stand next to Ron now. ''Where's my wand?''
''I don't know.''
''Harry Potter, you give me my wand!''
''I don't have it!'' He excused. I had to hold back a fit of laughter at the sight. Harry cowering backwards against the tree with Hermione standing over him, looking for her wand.
''How come he's got your wand?'' Ron asked, genuinely curious.
''We've got a lot to catch you up on.'' I mumbled out.
Hermione turned back to Ron and I. ''Never mind why he's got my wand.'' She takes a few steps towards Ron, Harry following behind her. ''What is that?''
I look over at Ron, seeing him lift the locket of Slytherin. It was opened and, apparently, destroyed. The sword in Ron's hand had indicated that he destroyed it.
''You destroyed it. . .'' As if it couldn't be anymore obvious. ''And how is it that you just happen to have the Sword of Gryffindor?''
''It's a long story.''
Wow, that must've been one long night then. Hermione looked between Ron, Harry and myself. She then turned back to Ron, all her pent up anger now flying out at him.
''Don't think this changes anything.'' She shook her head, turning around and heading back to the tent.
''Oh, of course not. I only just destroyed a bloody Horcrux. Why would that change anything?'' Ron sarcastically retorted. I pulled a face when Hermione turned back around, slowly making my way back towards Harry. ''Look, I wanted to come back as soon as I left. I just didn't know how to find you.''
''How did you find us?'' Harry asked. I nodded in agreement, I was quite curious myself.
Ron reached into his pocket, pulling out the Deluminator. ''With this. It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it works, but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub. Keeping away from some Snatchers. And I heard it.''
''It?'' Harry voiced my thoughts.
''A voice. Your voice, Hermione.'' I looked at her with a look, she barely gave me a glance. ''Coming out of it.''
''And what exactly did I say, may I ask?'' She replied in a snarky tone.
''My name.'' He simply replied. ''Just my name. Like a whisper. I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. Sure enough, it floated towards me, the ball of light. And right into my chest. Went straight through me.'' Ron put his hand over where his heart would be. ''Right here. I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go. So, I disapparated, to get to this hillside. It was dark, I had no idea where I was. Just hoped that one of you would show yourself. And you did.''
Ron took a deep breath, looking over at Harry. So that's why Harry was gone all night. When Ron looked back at Hermione, I had seen that her features had softened at Ron.
Well, after that, everyone had headed back to the tent. I gave Ron my fair share of love, grateful that he had came back to join us. He seemed happier then he was when he left, I know that it was mainly because of the locket, but still. Hermione hadn't said anything about his story after hearing it.
I thought it was a little romantic. If Hermione wasn't swooned by it then I didn't know what to do with her. It only made me wonder if the Deluminator could do the same thing with me and Draco. Would I be able to see him again?
Sitting inside the tent with Harry and Ron, them sitting on the same bunk as I sat at the table. A candle was lit on the small table in front of them. Ron happened to have a wand with him, one that he happened to receive from a Death Eater. I didn't want to ask what had happened to him to get that wand.
Harry tried out the wand on the fire, which happened the grow larger then he had intended. Hermione happed to overhear the commotion, so we told her that nothing happened. Luckily, there wasn't a hole in the tent. Actually, is that. . ?
Anyway, Hermione suggested that we go and visit Xenophilius Lovegood. She thought that he could help describe the sign more, since he was wearing a necklace at the wedding with the same symbol. I had thought that idea was absurd, but then I remembered that Luna had brought me Thyme once before the full moon.
Maybe she had more?
I agreed, eager to see the blonde Ravenclaw again. Ron had agreed too, trying to get back on Hermione's good side. All in due time, my good fellow. All in due time.
We had made it to the Lovegood's, their house seeming just like their personality. Only in house form. Kites had been hanging from the roof, floating in the air as the breeze passed by. A large plant of Dirigible Plums had been growing beside the front door. There was a sign that specifically said not to touch them.
Xenophilius had opened the door when Harry knocked. He seemed out of it, like he had been panicking before he opened the door. Honestly, I would've been panicking, too, in times like this. Especially with him being the writer of The Quibbler. Xenophilius had invited us inside, handing each of us a cup of tea after we sat down.
''How can I help you, Mister Potter?'' Xenophilius asked, after a long moment of silence.
''Well, actually. . .'' Harry trailed off, thinking over his words before he spoke. The tea in my hands was cold, and judging from the look on Ron's face, his was too. ''It was about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding. It was a symbol.''
Xenophilius pulled the necklace out from being tucked under his shirt. ''You mean this?'' He showed it in his palm, I recognized the triangle with the circle and the line going through it all.
''Yes.'' Harry confirmed. ''That exactly.'' Harry turned the shape around, maybe trying to find a hidden clue. ''What I wondered is. . . what is it?''
''What is it?'' Xenophilius repeated. He made it seem like everyone knew about what that symbol meant. Maybe they did, how were we to know? ''Well, it's the sign of the Deathly Hallows, of course.''
''The what?'' We all asked in unison. Ha, try beating that Fred and George.
''The Deathly Hallows. I assume you are all familiar with the tale of The Three Brothers?''
''Yes.'' Hermione and Ron answered.
''No.'' Harry and I answered afterwards. Wow, I really needed to read that book Hermione has.
There was a silence, Xenophilius looking like he didn't know what to do now. Well, the story surely seems important. Can we go now? I've stayed longer then I would've liked to stay and still no sight of Luna. It's starting to give me a bad feeling about ever coming here. All I really wanted was to see Luna.
''I have it in here.'' Hermione speaks up, opening her book to a certain page.
She had started to read the first sentence, before Ron spoke up and gently corrected her wording. Something about twilight and midnight.
''Do you want to read it?''
''Nah.''
Hermione continued on with the story, Ron didn't interrupt this time. Xenophilius had gone up and looked out the window. It almost seemed as if eh was searching for something. Or someone. Was Luna even home? Where had she gone?
It seemed way too long for Luna not to notice that we were here. If she was out, she would've known that we were here. She would've walked into the room, saying that something tickled her and told her that she had guests. Luna was able to tell things like that.
As Hermione continued on with the story, I had watched Xenophilius. He didn't move from the window, his gaze still stuck on the grey, cloudy sky. What was he watching the sky for? It looked like it was about to rain, which seemed rather calming, honestly. I haven't seen it rain in a while.
I took a minute or so to look around the room. Books and papers had lined the walls, most likely being things from The Quibbler. Possibly where he gets some of his sources and notes that he can look back on later. The stairs had winded up to the next floor, also going down a floor. I wonder where Luna's room was.
Would Luna be in her room? Would I be able to get some Thyme from Xenophilius if I asked? Looking back at Xenophilius, he hadn't moved. Maybe I'll avoid asking him anything for a while. He seemed on edge, which made me more cautious then I was before. Ron happened to notice, glancing towards Xenophilius before looking back at me.
He poked my shoulder, drawing my attention to him. He silently asked if I was all right, with an eyebrow raise and a tilt of his head. I inhaled a deep breath, keeping it a few seconds before breathing out and shaking my head. I glanced around the rest of the room, nothing had seemed out of place.
Hermione finished the story, Harry still didn't understand. Even after being read a whole three minute story about it. Gosh, Harry, keep up. Xenophilius moved around the room, looking for a paper and flipping it over. He then picked up something to write with. Or draw with, in this case.
Slowly, he bent down towards the paper and made a thick line. ''The Elder Wand. The most powerful wand ever made.''
He then made a circle near the bottom of the line. ''The Resurrection Stone.''
Lastly, he drew the triangle. Which had encased the previous two shapes. ''The Cloak of Invisibility.'' Hermione, Ron and I shared a look. ''Together they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one master of death.''
Scary.
''That mark was on the grave at Godric's Hollow.'' Hermione looked at me for confirmation, I nodded, remembering the special clue I had uncovered. ''Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?''
''Y-yeah,'' He stammered, moving past Hermione and Ron. ''Ignotus, and his brothers Cadmus and Antioch were the original owners of the Hallows. . .and therefor inspiration for the story.'' He then picked up the kettle, lifting the lid and looking down at it. Deep breaths came from him. ''But your tea has gone cold.'' He closed the lid, looking back up at us. ''I'll be right back.''
We watched as he left down the stairs, mumbling words under his breath. I furrowed my brows, waiting until he was out of sight. Ron had crouched down, picking up his backpack from the floor.
''Let's get out of here.'' He suggested. I fully agreed with that plan. ''I'm not drinking anymore of that stuff. Hot or cold.''
''I feel you there, Ronniekins.'' I pat his back, ready to follow out after the trio. ''My Werewolf sense is telling me that being here will do us no good.''
''Werewolf sense?'' Ron asked, turning to face me.
I shrugged with a grin. ''I like the sound of it.'' He hummed approvingly.
Hermione was the first to walk down the stairs, the rest of us following behind. Maybe he had some Thyme laying around that I could pick up on my way out the door. It was the least I could count on for the next full moon. I didn't want to have to risk the trio again because I didn't have Wolfsbane.
That last full moon, on the edge of the cliff, that was luck. I was surprised when I had seen Hermione - not shredded - standing above me with my bag of clothes and extra things.
''Thank you, sir.'' Xenophilius jumped at Hermione's voice, turning around to face us. He was looking out the window again before we came down. I elbowed Ron, who noticed the same thing.
''You forgot the water.'' Ron commented. I stared out the window, the same cloudy grey sky that he had been looking at earlier.
''Water?''
''For the tea.''
Xenophilius stammered. He looked over at me, locking his gaze with mine. He was visibly nervous, twitchy and sweat started beading down his forehead. Least to say, he knew that I knew something. He then started laughing, moving around to the other side of the room.
''How silly of me.''
I moved to his spot, staring out the window. Had he seen something that I hadn't? What could he see that I couldn't? He continued to laugh, which seemed to be calming down a bit.
''It's no matter,'' Hermione brushed it off. ''We really should be going anyway.'' Hermione looked over at me, watching as I glanced from one side of the room to the other.
''No!'' Xenophilius suddenly shouted, slamming something down in the sink. He then moved quickly past us, head kept down. He slammed himself against the door, hands spread against the wood. Ron's hand came down to my forearm.
''Sir?'' Harry worriedly questioned. I grabbed my wand from my hoodie pocket, bringing it down to my side. Ron noticed, slapping my shoulder.
''What?'' I whispered.
''Put that away.''
''What if we need it? You've seen him.'' I threw up my hand towards Xenophilius.
He then turned around, facing us and back towards the door. ''You're my only hope.'' He mustered out. ''They were angry, you see, about what I've been writing. So they took. . . they took my Luna.'' Suddenly, in that moment, I knew what was about to happen. ''My Luna.'' He sobbed.
Xenophilius then walked forward, slowly. Ron kept his hand wrapped around my forearm, not letting up. He put a hand to Harry's head, using his thumb to move Harry's hair and reveal his scar.
''But it's really you they want.''
''Who took her, sir?'' Harry asked, moving Xenophilius' hand from his head. He can't be anymore dense.
It was silent for a moment, both Harry and Xenophilius in an intense stare. I tense from beside Ron, trying to rip my forearm from his grip. He held tighter, trying to keep me from attacking the man before us.
As it just so happened, Xenophilius glanced at me. It only lasted a few seconds before he looked back down at Harry.
Then, suddenly, in a low whisper, Xenophilius answered, ''Voldemort.''
Death Eaters were now outside, flying towards the house. Spells were thrown and the windows had been broken. Xenophilius ran off somewhere, I hadn't paid attention. Ron still hadn't let go of my forearm, pulling me to the floor with him.
Harry and Hermione had also been crawling across the floor, trying to reach for each other. I was being covered in papers, hearing the faint yelling of Xenophilius from outside. I get why he did what he did and we will get Luna back, I can promise that.
Harry held out his hand, our hands joining with his before we had Apparated away. Now out of the Lovegood house, I felt the familiar warping sensation before we landed. We ended up going back to the forest. I let out a deep breath, dropping my wand on the ground in the process.
''That treacherous little bleeder.'' Ron cursed, like the usual British person. ''Is there no one we can trust?'' Then again, he does have a point.
''He kidnapped her because he supported me.'' Harry objected, talking about Luna. I feared for my friend. What torture have they put her through? ''He was just desperate.''
''I would be, too, if it were my child.'' I commented from the side, crouching down to pick up my wand from the ground.
''I'll do the enchantments.'' Ron muttered, turning around and walking a few steps back.
I was about to go over and sit myself on a log. I'm pretty sure I had reopened my wound from Godric's Hollow. Though, before I could even begin to make my way towards the log, I turned around and watched as Greyback stood from his hiding spot.
Snatchers had been surrounding us. This had to be a coincidence.
''Hello, beautiful.'' One of them spoke from the side, leaning against the tree. I had only just noticed that he was talking to me. Hermione and Ron ran off, me following close behind with Harry at the front. ''Well don't hang about, snatch 'em!''
And that's when the chase had started. Snatchers were chasing after us, we couldn't stop or we would risk being turned in to Voldemort. No use in using his other names now. We jumped over tree branches and fallen logs, along with the occasional rock that popped up from the ground. I had to make sure that I hadn't run head first into one of these trees.
Spells then started to be thrown, mainly from the Snatchers, since they had been behind us and weren't the ones running away. I could barely grasp my wand, so, I held onto it with my mouth as I used my hands to lunge myself over the thick, fallen trees.
I could hear someone running from behind me, they seemed pretty close, too. Who knew that Greyback could run. I've only ever seen him standing or crawling over to me while I was unable to move. Ugh, sad times.
Sliding under one of the fallen trees, I quickly got back up and watched as Ron had fallen to the ground. Chains wrapped around his feet.
''Ron!''
''No! Don't stop, go!'' He ushered. I nodded, running right past Ron. The person behind me hadn't stopped, basically following my every move.
Getting tired of his antics, I plucked my wand from my mouth and shot a spell behind me. It just so happened to make the ground below him explode. That slowed him down, since he hadn't gotten up yet. I laughed triumphantly, before seeing Hermione turn around and shoot Harry with a spell.
He landed on his back, feet flying up and onto the ground. I laughed, but stopped when Hermione gave me a pointed look.
''But hey, look what I got.'' I pulled Hermione's bag from my hoodie pocket. She gasped. Guess she didn't know she had dropped it while running.
I was about to give it back, but one of the Snatchers had grabbed onto my wrists and trapped my hands behind me. Well, shit. Harry's face had been blown up now, looking like his whole face was swollen. His scar wasn't visible. Nice one, 'Mione.
''Don't touch her!'' Ron shouted as one of the Snatchers got Hermione.
A Snatcher had punched Ron in the stomach, making him double over in pain. ''Leave him!''
''Your boyfriend will get much worse then that, if he doesn't learn to behave himself.'' The leader of the gang of Snatchers - I assumed - had spoken, now entering the clearing. ''What happened to you, ugly?''
Harry and Greyback - who was holding Harry - had both turned to him.
''No, not you.'' He pointed at Greyback. I laughed, but instantly bit my lip to try and hold it. Greyback glared over at me. ''What's your name?''
''Dudley.'' Harry quickly answered. ''Vernon Dudley.'' Well, nice to know that Harry still thinks of his aunt and uncle, along with his cousin.
''Check him.'' Greyback opened Harry's jacket, discarding him of the wand he had currently possessed.
''And you, my lovely.'' The man spoke, closing the proximity between him and I. ''What do they call you?''
Well, shit. Isn't this just grand. I didn't have an alias, didn't think to come up with one before we started our hunt around the Magical World. The trio had carefully watched me, Hermione stopped fighting against her capture.
''She's-''
''Y/n Ambrosius. Pure-blood.''
What? It was the first name I had thought of. The man seemed taken aback, bringing a hand up to my face to caress the side of my jaw. I swear, I thought he was about to do something unholy. Until one of the men had spoke up from behind him.
''There's no Vernon Dudley on here.'' He lifted up a book.
The man in front of me had turned around.
''Hear that, ugly? This says you're lying. How come you don't want us to know who you are?''
''It's wrong.'' Harry thought up. ''I told you who I am.''
The man walked up to Harry, moving one of his men to the side a bit. Ron was on the ground, one of the men's foot on his side, holding him down. Hermione struggles, failing to escape. I did the same, only to be thrown on the ground and kicked in the stomach. Greyback had turned to give me a sharp look from where he stood.
I ignored his look and clutched my stomach, sucking in a harsh breath and biting my lip to stop whatever left I had of a laugh. Warm liquid had rolled down my left arm. Well, that proved my theory. My wound had reopened and it didn't seem to be doing so well.
''We're not taking this lot to the Ministry.'' The man from earlier had quietly announced. Seems like we had been exposed.