When two worlds collide.

Caught.

Third person p.o.v

They dash through the trees. As they diverge, Hermione, swift as the wind, flickers through the trees as Scabior pursues her.

Harry slashes through the river, looks up, and sees a Snatcher leap across the divide from one tree to another.

Ron pounds through thick brush, over a fallen tree.

The forest grows more dense, the shadows thicken. Spells splinter through the trees, ropes of light lace the night.

Alex stumbles, regains her footing, finds herself in a clearing. Another figure pelts toward her: Hermione.

They freeze briefly, then the clearing explodes with light as spells ricochet. They hit the ground. Hear the Snatchers closing in. I look to Hermione. The tip of her wand glows and her face blooms in the darkness, looking mildly demonic. She reaches out, then points her wand at her. A burst of white light strikes her in the eyes.

Alex blinks and in a swollen blur and peers at Hermione.

"They exist. The Hallows." Alex whispers.

Hermione looks at her expectantly. She nods, her face shrouded in the shadow and barely visible.

"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. Ron and Harry are shoved to the ground next to them. Scabior strips Alex and Hermione of their wands.

"Don't touch them!" Ron roars.

A fist hits Ron hard. It's Greyback.

"Stop it!" Hermione screams.

"Your boyfriend'll get worse than that if he doesn't behave, lovely.." Scabior paints her face with light then casts it on Alex. Alex peers up, her eyes swollen to slits, her face horribly misshapen.

"What happened to you, ugly?" Scabior breathes out.

Alex's hand finds her face and feels the lumps.

"What's your name?" He questions, looking at Alex.

"Natasha. Natasha Romanoff." Alex states the first name that comes to mind.

"Stan. Try again!" Scabior groans.

Greyback, his boot to Ron's neck, presses harder.

"Barney Weasley.." Ron groans.

"Weasley, eh? Wouldn't be related to that blood traitor Arthur Weasley, would you?" He grins.

"Piss off! Arthur Weasley's ten times the wizard you are!" Ron snaps.

"Worth ten times you if I can find him. Wasn't you that tipped him off, was it?"

Ron stays mute. Scabior turns to Hermione.

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

"Penelope Clearwater. Half-blood." She whimpers as Scabior strokes the nape of Hermione's neck, then takes her hair in hand, sniffs it.

"You smell like vanilla, Penelope. I think you're going to be my favorite.." He whispers.

"There's no Vernon Dudley on 'ere...or Natasha, or Barney.." A snatcher states.

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

"The list is wrong. I told you who I am-" Alex starts but Scabior puts a finger to his lips, silencing wand probing Alex's face more closely.