She Is Alive ~ V | d.m.

29. Vernon Dudley

Unknown hands dragged us all roughly off the ground, and before we could stop them, someone had rummaged through our pockets and removing any wands.

Like always, I kept an extra wand on me, which luckily is the one they took. I never showed my bag and so they couldn't find it.

"Get off her!" Ron shouted as Hermione was being grabbed off the ground.

Before anyone else could do anything, Ron grunted in pain as Hermione let out a scream, "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"

"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," I looked up and Greyback himself was holding a scroll spoke as he smirked at Hermione, "Delicious girl, what a treat, I do enjoy the softness of the skin...."

"Search the tent!" Another voice sounded as a group returned to our tent as we were all held, unable to move. Except, I made no attempt as I stood still as one of the snatchers, half my size, held on to me.

Harry was thrown down onto the ground again as Ron was soon thrown beside him.

"Now, let's see who we've got," Greyback's voice sounded again, as Harry rolled over onto his back. A beam of wand light fell onto his face and Greyback laughed.

"I'll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly?"

Harry didn't answer staying quiet, but I knew what the werewolf would do if he got angry.

"I said," he growled, as Harry received a blow to the stomach making him double over in pain, "What happened to you?"

"Stung." Harry groaned as he propped himself to his knees, "Been Stung."

"Yeah, looks like it," a second voice came as the snarling man continued.

"What's your name?"

"Dudley," Harry said as I shook my head, knowing it was the wrong choice.

"And your first name?"

"Vernon. Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list, Scabior," Greyback then turned to Ron, "And what about you, ginger?"

"Stan Shunpike," Ron replied without hesitation.

"Like 'ell you are," Scabior countered, "We know Stan Shunpike, he's put a bit of work our way."

Ron was soon hit as Harry was and Ron groaned as he struggled to get to his knees, "I'b Bardy," Ron replied, even though his mouth was full of blood, "Bardy Weasley."

"A Weasley? So you're related to blood traitors even if you're not a Mudblood. And, your pretty little friend..." The growl in his voice made Hermione quiver as she was held and pulled up by her hair.

"Easy, Greyback," Scabior spoke over the crowding of the others.

"Oh, I'm not going to bite just yet. We'll see if she's a bit quicker at remembering her name than Bardy over there. Who are you, girly?"

"Penelope Clearwater," instantly she replied even though she sounded terrified, however, convincing.

"What's your blood status?"

"Half-Blood," Hermione said again without batting her eyes.

"Easy enough to check," Scabior sighed as he looked through the list, "But the 'ole lot of 'em look like they could still be 'ogwarts age."

"We lebt," said Ron.

"Left, 'ave you, ginger?" Scabior countered, "And you decided to go camping? And you thought, just for a laugh, you'd use the Dark Lords' name?"