The Boy Who Fought: OC X Hermione

Snatched

"That treacherous old bleeder! Is there no one we can trust!" Ron yelled, as they got back on their feet after landing back at the tent.

"They've kidnapped Luna because he supported me. He was just desperate." Harry explained.

Ron says nothing, then spits, clearing the dirt and dust from his teeth and looks at the river. Unlike the force it was the last time they were here, it is little more than a trickle now.

"I'll do the enchantments." Ron told them, and left the group. As he went to cast them, snatchers appeared from the trees.

"Hello, beautiful." The lead snatcher says, eyeing Hermione. Hermione muttered a spell to cover up her bump, before dashing through the trees. Carson, Harry, and Ron follow after her.

They all run as fast as they can, Hermione shooting spells at every snatcher hoping to get away from them. Hermione stumbles a bit, Carson going to help her up. Harry also crashes by them and soon enough, all four are huddled together. Hermione mutters a spell Harry's way and his face becomes all weird shapen and ugly.

"The hallows exist." Harry stated.

"What?"

"But he only wants the one, the last one. That's what he's been looking for."

"What do you mean?"

"He knows where it is, You-Know-Who. He'll have it by the end of the night. He's found the Elder Wand."

As Hermione stares in stunned disbelief, figures emerge from the trees. Carson is shoved to the ground next to them. Scabior strips Harry, Ron and Hermione of their wands.

"Don't touch her!" Carson shouted to the snatcher.

A fist slams into Carson's face. Greyback's.

"Stop it!" Hermione shouted.

"Your boyfriend will get worse than that if he doesn't behave, lovely." Scabior told her.

Scabior looks at Harry before speaking again. "What happened to you, ugly? What's your name?"

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list. And you, boy?" Looking at Carson on the floor.

"Stan Shunpike."

"Like 'ell you are. We know skinny Stan. Try again." As Greyback pushed his boot into Carson's neck.

"Jackson...Jackson Marshall."

"Marshall, eh? Wouldn't be related to that blood traitor Steven Marshall, would you?"

"Piss off! Steven Marshall's ten times the wizard you are!"

"How 'bout you, lovely? What do they call you...?"

"Penelope Clearwater. Half-blood."

"You smell like vanilla, Penelope. I think you're going to be my favorite." Scabior muttered, sniffing Hermione's hair.

"There's no Vernon Dudley on 'ere." the snatcher said to Scabior.

"Hear that, ugly? The list says you're lying. How come you don't want us to know who you are? Hm?"

"The list is wrong. I told you who I am." Harry muttered, as Scabior pressed his finger to Harry's lips.

"Change of plans, boys. We won't be taking this lot to the Ministry."

They walked with the snatchers, their wands pointed at them as they walked.

"What did you put on me?" Harry asked Hermione.

"A Stinging Jinx."

"How long will it last?"

"Not long."

Harry glances down, sees his glasses cupped in Hermione's palm. As he slips them into his pocket, the group suddenly slows. They arrive at Malfoy manor, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Lucius waiting for them.

"Show me." Bellatrix commanded, as the snatcher moved the hair from Harry's face, the scar illuminating in the light.