❀𝗗𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀❀
A/n: it won't really follow the plot exactly, enjoy!
This also contains triggering things like: Torture, PTSD and I think that is it. I have never really done many things like this so please tell me if I leave a warning out.
Y/n Granger. Possibly the sweetest girl you could ever meet. Quite beautiful as well, as the main difference between her and Hermione was her hair. Her hair was beautiful shade of black.
Her curls were gorgeous, so was she, anyone could see. Hermione and her were almost identical twins. Y/n was a hair shorter than her sister. Making her around 5'4 and half.
But she had lots of similarities with her sister. Friends were a big part. And also enemies. Y/n didn't have many enemies. Instead she was loved by a lot. One person.
Draco Malfoy. A vile boy with disgusting blonde hair. "A coward" as Harry would say. He would pick on you, always you and Hermione. But weirdly you the most.
You didn't understand why. You and Hermione were both Muggleborn. A "mudblood" in Draco's eyes. A stupid name in fact.
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The color was gone from your eyes as the trio and you wasted away the days in the tent. You looked over at Ron and his hurt arm. He was sleeping peacefully and you smiled to yourself. Sleep was the only get away from this real life nightmare.
The blanket was falling off of him and he didn't seem to notice. His smile was fading away. You reached over and pulled the blanket on him fully so that it would stay on and keep him warm. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Harry smiling at your maternal ways.
Hermione walked in to the tent. "We should go out, we need some food and we're running low" she said quickly.
You and Harry grabbed your coats and stepped out and the cold air hit your reddened cheeks. Harry stepped closer to you noticing you shiver. He smooshed your hat down on you more and you blushed at the contact.
You felt around for your wand in your pocket and was relieved when you felt it poke your hand. You gripped it to keep it dueling ready.
You may look sweet and harmless, but you were undefeated in duels and battles. Top of the club in dueling club. Surprised people when they got to know you.
Harry stepped away when a rustle sounded off behind you.
Hermione must have heard and brought Ron out because seconds later she was out of the tent and so was Ron.
"Stay by me" you heard Harry whisper.
You obediently inched closer to him. The rustling sound happens again and suddenly you were shoved to the ground by a invisible force, pulling a yelp from your lips.
"Y/n!" Harry started towards you but stopped short when he saw you looking up and the attacker. You eyes still managing to glow in the darkness surrounding them.
Harry went to pull out his wand the attacker grabbed you harshly and put their wand against your neck.
Harry looked into your pleading eyes and felt completely helpless.
He racked his brain whilst still keeping a surprisingly good poker face. His hair was still matted in a rugged looking way falling into his eyes, and light stubble was growing on his face from lack of shaving. His chest was heaving up and down from adrenaline. And anger.
"Well well" Bellatrix's high pitched erie voice came from behind the attackers body.
Harry's eyes shifted from your scared ones to Bella's. They were black holes with no remorse or even an inkling of feeling in the pupils. Pure psychopath.
