Twenty- Six

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We get back and Harry gets Hermione while I go change into dry clothes.

"You complete ass Ronald Weasley!" Hermione yells. I walk out. "You show up here after weeks and you say hey."

She turns to Harry.
"Where's my wand, Harry?" She says. Harry backs away nervously.
"How come he's got your wand?" Ron asks.
"Nevermind why he's got my wand." Hermione says.

"Hermione broke his on accident while we escaped Nagini." I say calmly.

"What is that?" She says. Ron holds up the locket proudly. "You destroyed it?"
"Yeah."
"And how is it that you just happen to have the sword?"
"It's a long story."
"Don't think this changes anything." She says turning around to walk back inside.
"Oh course not. I only just destroyed a bloody horcrux. I wanted to come back as soon as I left, I just didn't know how to find you." Ron says.

"Yeah, how did you find us?" I ask.
"I heard a voice. Your voice Hermione, coming out of here."
"What exactly did I say, may I ask?" Hermione says.
"My name. Just my name, like a whisper. So I took it and clicked it. And just like that a ball of light appeared. It went through me and I disapparated and I appeared on the hillside."

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"The resurrection stone, the elder wand, and cloak of invisibility. Together they make the deathly hallows." Mr lovegood says as he finishes the drawing. "Together they make one master of death."
"That mark was on a grave in Godrics Hallow." Hermione says.

We all look at her confused.
"Mr Lovegood does the Peverill family have anything to do with the deathly hallows?" He begins to ramble as he gets up and walks over to the coffee table.

He picks up the pot.
"Oh, your teas gone cold. I'll be right back." He leaves.
"Let's get out of here, I'm not drinking any more of that stuff, hot or cold." Ron says.

We walk downstairs as Hermione thanks him.
"You forgot the water." Ron says. I throw him a look. "For the tea."
"How silly of me." Mr lovegood says laughing nervously.

"It's no matter we really should get going." I say.
"No you can't!" He yells. We take a step back from him cautiously. "I'm sorry." He rambles going to the door.

"Sir?" Harry asks.
"It's my only hope. They were angry, you see, about what I had been writing, so they took her." Luna they took Luna. "They took my Luna." He says walking towards us.

He grabs Harry's face to see his scar and grabs my hand to see mine.
"But it's really you they want."
"Who took her, sir?"
"Voldemort."

We hear the death eaters and feel spells being thrown. I quickly fall to the floor.

We all hold hands and dissaparate.

"Treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust." Ron says.
"They took her because he supported us." I say.
"He's just desperate." Harry says.

"I'll do the enchantments." Ron says.

Three people stand up infront of Ron.

"Hello beautiful." Another says to Hermione.
"This one's quite pretty too." Another says appearing behind me. I turn around to look at him. He's smirking at me. Hermione and I share a glance. We all start to run.

"Well, don't hang around snatch them." The guy says.

They start running after us. I force my legs to keep going even though they feel like they're about to give out on me.

Hermione is behind me, and I'm next to Ron.

They start throwing spells at us. I hear Hermione yell as a spell nearly hits her.

"Shit." I mutter as a spell almost hits my arm.

We all start to split up.

I don't know what's happening but I can hear the rattling of chains.

I manage to catch a glimpse of Ron on the floor.

I speed up as more of them are behind me. I throw a spell at them as I start to turn. I see Hermione and what looks like a deformed Harry. I run to them and Hermione throws a spell at my face.

I go flying back as my face begins to bubble. It's stinging really bad. She used a stinging jinx to make me unrecognizable. Smart.

Soon we're surrounded and Ron is tied up and brought to us.

Each of us are grabbed by one of them.

"Who are you?" Hermione asks.
"Not important."

"Where are the Potters?" One asks.
"Are they them?" They says pointing at me and Harry.
"No, they don't look like them."
"Well, where are they?" They ask us.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ron says.

"It doesn't matter. We'll still take them to the Malfoy's. They'll know what to do."

At the mention of the Malfoy's I instantly think of Draco. I hope he's okay.

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