August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Eighty-Nine

^me after uploading the last chapter

anyway CW: same as last time ;)

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Robyn realised immediately that she had mere seconds to act before she and Willow would be confronted by Rowle and her father.

She tried not to marvel too much over the fact that she had not only travelled in time, but that she had done so in some sort of unique way. Because this was not at all like the time she, Hermione, and Harry had saved Sirius and Buckbeak. This was different. There weren't two versions of her...or, maybe there was, and rather she had been thrown into some alternate universe...Merlin knows, honestly. All she knew was that the giant Time-Turner was different from other Time-Turners, and now she was, what, like, ten minutes in the past? Had all of that really happened in under ten minutes?

She could really do with a breather.

But, no. She had to act now, and this time around, she would not leave Hermione's side. But she had to get there first.

So, she blindly cast Stupefy in the direction she knew her father and Rowle would appear, then she grabbed Willow's arm and booked it towards row ninety-seven.

"Whoa, what? Why are we running!" Willow exclaimed, trying to keep up. "I wanted to look at that!"

"No!" Robyn exclaimed back. She dragged Willow along the row and down the corridor slightly, where they bumped into Hermione, who looked furious.

"What are you doing, running away like that? I mean, seriously. I wonder what goes through your head sometimes—"

"Hermione- they're here- we have to leave—"

"What?" Hermione and Willow said simultaneously.

She ignored them in favour of alerting the others. "Harry! Everyone, quick, let's—"

"Wait, Harry, I don't think you should touch it!" Hermione said suddenly, turning back to where the others stood by the prophecy. Of course, none of them knew it was a prophecy.

"It's got my name on," Harry replied, and from where she stood, Robyn saw him close his fingers round the dusty ball's surface.

"Wait!" she cried, lunging forwards to stop him, but Hermione and Willow both held her up.

"Oh please, Harry- Robyn, what's the matter?" Hermione asked, looking frantically between the two of them. She held Robyn's waist and tried to make her calm down but it just wouldn't work because Robyn knew – kind of – what was going to happen, or what could happen.

"Death Eaters," she breathed.

"Right you are, Miss Rosier," said a smooth voice from behind her. It sounded like Draco, but she knew it wasn't. No, it was Lucius Malfoy. "Very good, Potter," he continued as they all whipped towards him. "Now come to me, nice and slowly, and give that here."

And in the blink of an eye, they were surrounded.

Robyn immediately backed away, pushing Hermione and Willow behind her, who had both gasped in horror.

"Oh my Gods, it's happening- oh my Gods, it's happening," Willow repeated under her breath, continuing to back away as Robyn nudged her.

"And you, Robyn, to me, to me," Malfoy instructed, gesturing towards himself.

Robyn could feel Hermione's vice-like grip on her tighten even more, but she shook her off, not wanting to test the Death Eaters. She stepped forward slowly, glancing back only for a second to shake her head almost indiscernibly at the others. They stared back at her, frozen.