Hopes to be Happy | Hermione Granger [2]

Chapter 11 - Snatchers

TW: Slight mentions of abuse

Katerína's POV

"That treacherous old bleeder! Is there no one we can trust?" Ron asked in a complaining voice. "No." I simply replied, shrugging.

"They've kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate." Harry declared, defending the man. I just rolled my eyes, not understanding how he could be so open-minded.

There was a moment of silence before the redhead spoke up again. "I'll do the enchantments." I walked up to Hermione, while the two boys went in their own directions.

"Are you ok?" I asked her, while she wiped dead grass off of her coat. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You?" The brunette responded. I just nodded.

Suddenly, a lot of men came out of nowhere. They were all wearing black, staring at us intently. I quickly recognised them, looking away so they wouldn't see my face, probably not recognising me from the blonde hair.

"Hello, beautiful." A snatcher, I know called Scabior, greeted, looking straight at Hermione. I growled under my breath. He started walking forward, leading to Hermione backing up a bit.

I put on my large glasses so they couldn't see my face and started running, followed by the Granger and Ron. Harry was the last to start running.

"Well don't hang about. Snatch them!" I could hear Scabior order in the distance, only making me run faster. All of us were panting from how much we ran, but the snatchers caught up sooner or later.

They started shooting spells at us, though all missing, only hitting some trees. I heard Hermione scream, which led to me looking back only to see her fall over.

I ran over, staying low so spells wouldn't hit me. "Are you ok?" I asked loudly. "Yeah, it didn't hit me." She answered. I then helped her up. "I told you, I'm not going to be there to save you all of the time." I joked, remembering the time she and I got detention. She hit my arm playfully, just like she did that night more than a year ago.

I saw a snatcher running towards us. "Let's go!" I yelled out. We both ran off, holding each other's hands. I never enjoyed holding hands. I always felt uncomfortable doing so. But I didn't feel like that with Hermione. Partly because we might just die right now. But also because of the remaining feelings I have for her, only growing stronger.

After a while more of running, Hermione and I finally stopped, not seeing any snatchers around. We saw a certain raven haired boy sprinting towards us. Without another thought, the frizzy haired brunette pointed her wand towards him, shooting a non-verbal spell at him.

"What'd you do that for?" I quizzed, a complaining tone laced in my voice. "You'll see." She replied. Both of us stared at Harry for a moment, leading to both of us rushing to him after seeing people running to us.

"The Hallows exist. But he's only after one of them, the last one. He knows where it is. He'll have it by the end of the night. You-know-who's found the Elder Wand." Harry rambled while I looked at him wide eyed.

His face started swelling in certain places. "Dude-" But before I could keep talking, I felt someone pull me from behind, away from Harry, holding me. "Don't touch them!" I heard the Potter boy shout, but also get grabbed.

"Leave him!" Hermione then yelled out. "Let go!" I exclaimed, wiggling in the grip of this snatcher, but failing to get away. "Your boyfriend will get worse than that-" Scabior started saying.

"Get off me!" Hermione shrieked, also trying to get away from the snatcher. "Let go of her!" I screamed out, glaring at the snatcher holding the curly haired brunette.

"-If he doesn't learn to behave himself." Scabior finished saying, walking in front of us. Everyone was grunting, trying to escape.

"What happened to you, ugly?" Scabior quizzed, staring Harry down. "No, not you." He then said when the snatcher grabbing Harry looked at him, offended.

"What's your name?" Scabior asked. "Dudley, Vernon Dudley." Harry replied. "Check it." The man ordered. "And you, my lovely... what do they call you?" Scabior asked Hermione, while I death stared him.

"Penelope Clearwater, half-blood." The brunette fibbed, looking down when the guy touched her face. "Don't touch her!" I shouted.

Scabior snapped his head to me while the Granger stared at me wide eyed. He walked towards me, about to take off my glasses, but didn't after the snatcher that grabbed Harry, or 'Vernon', spoke up, saying, "There's no Vernon Dudley on here."

"Did you hear that, ugly? The list says you're lying. How come you don't want us to know who you are?" Is he stupid? Is he actually stupid? Why don't we want them to know who we are? Brainless idiots.

"The list's wrong, I told you who I am." 'Vernon' stated confidently. Scabior slowly walked over to Harry, slightly pushing away the two men grabbing him to take a closer look of his face.

I looked around, seeing the guy grabbing Hermione while she attempted to escape his grip once again. I groaned, quickly looking away, not wanting anger to take over me.

I then looked over to Ron to see a snatcher stepping on him. "Change of plan-" I heard Scabior starting to say, leading to me shifting my gaze to look at him. He had an amazed look on his face.

"-We're not taking this lot to the Ministry."

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