The Malfoy Affair (A Draco Malfoy x OC Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty-Six: The Return To Hogsmeade

Previously.........

"We'll go to Hogsmeade. To Honeydukes. Take the secret passage in the cellar." Harry shrugged.

"Aria, what do you think?" Hermione asked.

"I think we need to do it." I sighed. "The last three Horcruxes are the diadem, Nagini and Harry and I. So I have a feeling, if we go and reveal ourselves I am sure he will follow us. Then we can get Nagini, find the diadem and destroy the goblet in one shot."

"There's something wrong with him. In the past, I could always follow his thoughts. Now everything feels disconnected." Harry stated.

"Maybe it's because of the Horcruxes. Maybe he's growing weaker. Maybe he's dying." Ron suggested.

"No. It's more like he's wounded. If anything, he feels more dangerous." Harry sighed.

"Well it would make sense, we are killing parts of his soul so that could be like a wound, cause I feel it too. He's weak and he's getting desperate." I pointed out.

So then we made our way to Hogsmeade.

Now.................

Hogsmeade was empty, unlike it used to be. The streets were covered with wanted posters for Harry, Hermione, Ron and I. There was a thick coat of fog coating the village. It only seemed The Three Broomsticks had any sign of life. We quickly run towards Honeydukes when we are seen. "There! Right there!" A Death Eater shouted. As we continued to run, vanishing into the mist, the death eaters chased us. "I've got them! Down here!" We raced down a side street before hiding in an alcove.

"They were ready for us." Hermione whispered.

"We know you're here, Potter. There's no getting away." The same Death Eater from before. I saw Harry slipped a mirror from his pocket, angling it. "Perhaps you need some convincing."

"What's he mean by that?" Ron wondered, then I heard Hermione gasp. I quickly looked at what she saw. It was Dementors drifting over the rooftops. Hermione stopped HArry from drawing his wand.

"No, you'll give us away." Hermione whispered. We stayed there until the day faded into night. Then eventually Harry got fed up and casted Expecto Patronum. Then we were made.

"It's him! He's down there!" A death eater shouted. Then I gave my brother an exasperated look before we desperately looked for a way out before a door opened.

"You four, in here." A tall man, resembling Dumbledore, said. So we followed him into Hog's Head. He led us into a sitting room. On the wall was an oil painting of a blonde girl.

"Did you get a look at him! For a second I thought it was-" Ron mumbled.

"I know..." Hermione sighed. I looked around the room, seeing Harry in the mirror.

"Hey, Har... I found the other side of the mirror." I told him. Then the tall man made an appearance on the landing.

"You bloody fools! What were you thinking coming here? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is-" The man was cut off by my brother.

"You're Aberforth." Harry stated and the room went quiet. "Dumbledore's brother. It's you I've been seeing- here. It's you who sent Dobby."

"Where've you left him?" Aberforth asked.

"He's dead." My brother said, sadly.

"Sorry to hear it. I liked that elf." He sighed.

"How's you come by it?" He wondered.

"Sirius, about a year ago." He shrugged, "Right then. Reckon you're hungry. Let's get you fed, then think of the best way to get you out of here." So he set the table and fed us.