𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
Mattheo x OC
Dumbledore's dead. Mattheo and Draco have left with the death eaters. War is just around the corner.
After discovering the truth about Mattheo's mother and the reason why the dark Lord is immortal, Cordelia joins Harry...
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Cordelia
The streets were busy, so we had to be discreet. Ron peeped around the corner of a building as he watched for members of the ministry to walk by. With a quick nod in our direction, as we hid in a nearby storage room, he ran across the road and bent down to tie his laces. A lady in a black striped blazer and grey pencil skirt walked behind him. She noticed Ron kneeling down in front of her but before she could move around him, Harry had spelled her and she fell into his arms.
She was carried into the room by Harry and Ron and laid down next to three other members of the ministry. Hermione snatched a strand of hair from each of them, putting into some foul smelling concoction.
"Right. Remember what we said," Hermione announced to all of us. "Don't speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. J-just try and act normal. Do what everybody else is doing. If we do that, then with a bit of luck we'll get inside and then-"
"It gets really tricky," Harry interjected.
"Correct," Hermione said with raised eyebrows.
"This is completely mental." Harry shook his head.
"Completely," Hermione agreed.
"The world's mental," Ron spoke out.
"Bat shit crazy," I chimed in. "God this smells awful," I said giving the potion a whiff and gagging.
"Come on we've got a horcrux to find," Ron sighed.
"Bottoms up!" I said, clinking my bottle with Ron's before drinking it down with very difficult mouthfuls.
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In our new bodies, we nervously made our way towards the public restrooms by the station. Hermione and I left the boys, heading to the ladies. It was very ordered. Rows of women stood waiting for the toilet. The door would shut and they would all move a step forward. Like soldiers calling for attention.
"We flush ourselves in," Hermione whispered to me as we got in line. I gave her a small nod before falling into step with the other women. My heart was beating through my chest. This was madness. Complete madness. And not to say incredibly dangerous. I was taking on the roll of a women I have never seen before not knowing if she's of any importance to the ministry. Alice Elizabeth Griffin, her ID had said. A woman in her mid thirties, with short blonde hair, crinkles around the eyes from smiling and a soft pink lipstick smeared over her lips. She wore a dark blue blazer with a matching skirt and a white and light blue striped blouse underneath. My feet clicked along the floor in a pair of black heels that I tried my hardest not to wobble in.
