She Is Alive ~ V | d.m.

28. Potterwatch

A few weeks had gone by and we were all sitting in the tent, waiting for the night to pass.

The night was tense and quiet until Ron had finally gotten the password right for the only radio station that told the truth, Potterwatch.

I walked into the tent slightly after the others as I was doing my initial task from the start. However, I needed to hold off, so I went into the tent and sat down on the bed behind Hermione as I laid down listening to the radio.

"...it is believed that Muggle-born Dean Thomas and a second goblin, both believed to have been traveling with Tonks, Cresswell, and Gornuk, may have escaped. If Dean is listening, or if anyone has any knowledge of his whereabouts, his parents and sisters are desperate for news."

I laughed quietly to myself as I whispered, "Good for him."

"Meanwhile, in Gaddley, a Muggle family of five has been found dead in their home. Muggle authorities are attributing their deaths to a gas leak, but members of the Order of the Phoenix inform me that it was the Killing Curse, evidence as if it were needed, is the fact that Muggle slaughter is becoming a little more than a recreational sport under the new regime."

"Finally, we regret to inform our listeners that the remains of Bathilda Bagshot have been discovered in Godric's Hollow. The evidence is that she died several months ago."

I sat up and pointed, "See, I told you! I was right, I knew something was off."

"Shhh!"

I crossed my arms at them and scowled, "How rude."

"...the Order of the Phoenix informs us that her body showed unmistakable signs of injuries inflicted by Dark Magic. Listeners, I'd like to invite you now to join us in a minute's silence in memory of Ted Tonks, Dirk Cresswell, Bathilda Bagshot, Gornuk, and the unnamed, but no less regretted, Muggles murdered by the Death Eaters."

Silence fell, as neither of us dared to speak before the voice sounded again.

"Thank you, and now we can return to regular contributor Royal, for an update on how the new Wizarding order is affecting the Muggle world."

"Thanks, River," said an unmistakable voice.

"Kingsley!" Ron and Harry bursted as they smiled.

"We know!" rolling our eyes, me and Hermione held up fingers to our mouths, silencing them.

Even though it was good hearing everyone's voices on the radio, I stood and walked away from the tent. I sat on a stump and waited.

Waited as the sun was slowly starting to rise after waiting for so long. Silence had come from the tent a while after I had left and so I occupied myself, as I took watch.

As I sat in silence, more whispering came from the tent, and before I knew it, Harry raised his voice growing frustrated, "Come on Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol-"

But before she could stop him, Hermione screamed, "HARRY, NO!"

I jumped to my feet trying to throw a spell silencing the tent, but we were too late, "-demort's after the Elder Wand!"

"The name's Taboo!" Ron yelled, as I froze outside but not before transfiguring myself as Snatchers started to surround the tent and me.

"I told you, Harry, I told you, we can't say it anymore- we've got to put the protection back around us- quickly- it's how they find-"

But Ron stopped talking, and we all knew why. I could hear voices coming closer: rough, excited voices. Ron must've pulled the Deluminator out and clicked it because all the lights went out as still as I could.

Soon enough, there were Snatchers surrounding the tent but somehow they didn't see me.

"Come out of there with your hands up! We know you're in there! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!"

I quietly grabbed my wand, I was still linked to Hermione but I easily entered their minds, "I need you guys to run when I tell you too. You need to trust me. Do you trust me?"

Only on cue, they all answered and soon I readied myself.

I walked up towards the people as they all turned to me confused as I soon found them all facing me, "Sorry, did I get lost? Is this my tent?"

"Who are you? What's your name, gorgeous?"

The snatcher known to me as Scabior, walked up to me and placed his hand on my cheek, "Come on pretty, how 'bout a name?"

"You ask for my name? But I'm a nobody."

"Come one, darling, you've got to have a name."

I smirked and pulled on the collar of his shirt as I whispered into his ear, "Alright handsome, you win, my name, simple. And you ought to remember it," I strategically held my hand on his other shoulder as I spoke again, "Vinda Rosier."

He backed away from me and looked at me, "You really do look like her, but I thought you died?"

"No, not me. My mother maybe. But would you leave me and my children alone?"

"Of course, except who would use the Dark Lord's name for fun? Sorry, ma'am but we ought to check."

"What a shame, Scabior. I would have loved to- RUN!"

Without hesitation, the Trio ran from the tent and put great distance between them and the Snatchers as I apparated alongside Hermione as I changed my form to someone of more fit, Donovan White, but not the one back at Hogwarts. I chose my uncle's own form.

As I changed we all ran and dodged curse after curse running for our life. Before we knew it, however, Harry was hit, but by Hermione.

Soon we were surrounded again, and all taken captive. I quickly stuck my wand back in my boot even though they had become more unstable, my wand had to be safe.

Harry was knocked down again and soon a Snatcher walked up from behind and grabbed him, "Get up vermin."