Anna’s heart sank.
How the bloody hell are we going to get out of this one? She wondered internally, eyes searching for some sort of answer.
“Now, Potter.” Lucius demanded, looking straight at her.
She couldn’t help but flinch.
Though Anna knew fully well that Draco was nothing like his father, their eyes were still one and the same.
It was odd, seeing those all-too familiar irises so full of disgust and coldness.
She prayed Draco would never look upon her with the same gaze.
“Where is Sirius?” Harry demanded first.
“Where is Sirius?” Bellatrix mocked him. “Aww, did the poor little baby have a bad dream?”
Anna stiffened.
It had all been a trap.
“I know he’s here.” Harry insisted. “Where are you keeping him?”
The Death Eaters only laughed, their howls echoing throughout the room.
“It’s time you learned the differences between dreams and reality,” Lucius drawled. “Give us the prophecy - or we’ll be forced to use our wands.”
“Go ahead then. Use your wands.” Harry snarked.
“Harry.” Hermione hissed, and Anna agreed. No matter how frustrated she was that they had been tricked, they were hopelessly outnumbered. They didn’t want to start a brawl.
But the prophecy.
She clutched the sphere tighter to herself.
If what they were saying was true, that orb held the entire truth - not only about what exactly happened that night, but about her. About how Harry must kill her for Voldemort to die.
If what they were saying was true, that prophecy held her greatest secret.
She would die before she allowed them to get ahold of it.
“REDUCTO!” Anna exclaimed, aiming her wand at a steel beam as the shelves of jars and orbs began to fall.
“Let’s go!” Ginny yelled as the group began to race for the exit.
Yet there was no way getting away would be so easy.
“Not so fast-” A cloaked figure reached forward, long fingers closing on Hermione’s wrist.
“Stupefy!” She cried out in disgust as she pushed the figure off her.
The battle had begun.
“Where is everyone else?” Anna demanded, realizing that the four of them had lost nearly half their number.
“RON! GINNY! LUNA!” Harry shouted, but no one answered.
“Harry!” Hermione chastised.
But before they could get further into it, more figures were closing in on them.
The previously dark room was now lit alight by the multiple spells and curses being sent in opposite directions.
Anna watched as Hermione was sent head-first into a bookcase before she herself had been flung onto a nearby desk - smashing several glass bottles and jars.
She gritted her teeth. If only she could use her wand, there would be one more member of their team helping them along. But her injured hand hung uselessly at her side, and the healthy one was busy clutching the prophecy to her chest.
“WE’VE GOT POTTER! WE’RE IN-”
“Silencio!”
“Petrificus Totalus!”
Harry and Hermione recovered quickly, using their opportunity to take out their attackers.
And once again, Anna had proved to be utterly useless.
Hermione grinned. “Well done, Ha-”
Suddenly, a purple blast overtook her from behind, and Anna could only watch as her friend crumbled to the ground; like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
“Hermione!” Anna cried out, running for her friend's prone body.
Neville followed, but he was stopped by a thick boot, crying out in pain as Dolohov’s foot connected with his face as he was sent sprawling to the floor.
The man gave a nasty grin, pointing his wand directly at Anna’s eyes. Your move.
“Shove off, you narcissistic piece of garbage!”
Using all the work Tonks had been pouring into over her the past year, Anna launched herself up with the strength of her legs and landed a solid whack square to the bridge of Dolohov’s nose.
To her satisfaction, a loud crack resonated through the room, and she shook out her hand as he collapsed, picking up the discarded prophecy.
“Hermione,” She overheard, and she turned around to where she had left her. Harry was at her side, hands fumbling at her neck. “What did they do to her?”
A pulse. He was looking for a pulse.
Neville came alongside them, his own face a mixed palette of purple and pink hues, his lip swollen as he checked Hermione’s wrist. “That’s a pulse.” He confirmed confidently.
Though his speech came out lisped, Anna choked in relief. Hermione was okay. They were all okay.
At least for now.
“I’ll carry her.” Neville offered. “You two make a better offense than me.”
Harry nodded before turning back to her. “Here, give me the prophecy so you can use your good hand for your wand…”
“No.” Her knee-jerk reaction shocked even herself, but she felt her grip on the prophecy tighten protectively. “I..I can keep it. Deep pockets.” She amended, switching out the orb for her wand.
He didn’t seem too convinced, but bought her excuse for the time being. After all, the fight wasn’t over yet. They were stupid, in going there with no real explanation. She knew enough to know there would be consequences for their actions.
But at what cost?
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Lillian 'Anna' Potter || Order of the Phoenix
Fanfiction"SOMETIMES, IT'S EASIER TO FORGIVE THAN IT IS TO FORGET." It was revealed by J.K Rowling that when Lily Potter originally died, she was with child. What if Lily had her second child before Voldemort showed up at their house in Little Whinging? H...
