Lost Memories

lxvii. snatchers

Hermione and I quickly placed all of the protective charms around the area I apparated us to.

"That treacherous old bleeder!" Ron panted. "Lottie, you're a genius, a total genius, I can't believe we got out of that!"

"I took a page from Hermione's book from when we went to Godric Hollow," I continued to place protection charms.

"Didn't I say it was an Erumpent horn, didn't I tell him?" Hermione huffed. "And now his house has been blown apart!"

"Serves him right," said Ron, examining his torn jeans and the cuts to his legs. "What d'you reckon they'll do to him?"

"Oh, I hope they don't kill him!" I groaned. "That's why I wanted the Death Eaters to get a glimpse of Harry before we left, so they knew Xenophilius hadn't been lying!"

"Why hide me and Hermione, though?" asked Ron.

"You're supposed to be in bed with spattergroit and I'm still worried about Hermione's parents," I answered.

"But they're in Australia," said Hermione. "They should be all right. They don't know anything."

"It was just an extra production. They've kidnapped Luna because her father supported Harry! What would happen to your family if they knew you're with him, Ron?"

"You're a genius," Ron repeated, looking awed.

"Yeah, you are, Charlotte," agreed Harry fervently. "I don't know what we'd do without you."

My face grew hot, "I've learned from Hermione, I give her the credit."

"No! I couldn't think," Hermione bumped me.

"I'd like to let you guys know that the Deathly Hallows are real," I said once we finished setting up the tent.

"Lottie, you don't believe in that child's tale," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Hermione, trust me, I know!" I nodded.

Hermione gave me a look of disbelief while Harry and Ron spoke about the reliability of Xenophilius Lovegood and his story of the Three Brothers. All three of them kept asking pestering questions about the Deathly Hallows and I snapped.

"Fine," I finally said. "I'll tell you!"

"Nothing that will—"

"I know, nothing that will change your perspective of the future," I recalled Dumbledore's instructions to me about giving information to the Order. "Not that I can remember much. . ."

"Go on," Ron encouraged.

"Harry's cloak is the Invisibility Cloak. And Marvolo's Ring contains the Ressurection Stone, that's the rock on the ring."

"Where's the ring?" Harry leaned forward.

"In the Snitch," I stated.

Harry looked confused but then realized what I meant. Dumbledore had left Harry the first Snitch he's ever caught and inside the Snitch was the ring.

"How do I get it out?"

"It's safer in there for now."

"Charlo—"

"Nothing to change your perspective of the future! This is one of those things," I raised my voice.

"And of the wand?" Hermione finally spoke.

"Now, that, I don't know. I haven't a clue where it is– ruddy memory," I sighed.

"That's probably what You-Know-Who is looking for," said Harry.