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
Setting up camp in the snow is never going to be an enjoyable ordeal. But here we were, in yet another random forest, the tent set up on the snow covered ground, sitting in blankets around a slowly dying fire. Harry huffed and puffed as he walked up the small slope to where Hermione and I were sitting against a tree.
"Are you feeling better, Harry?" I asked. He sighed but didn't answer instead turning his attention to Hermione.
"You've outdone yourself this time, Hermione." He said gesturing to the trees around us.
"The Forest of Dean." she explained. "I came here once with Mum and Dad. Years ago. It's just how I remember it." Harry was now sat down opposite us. "The trees, the river. Everything. Like nothing's changed. Not true of course. Everything's changed," she looked around, "If I brought my parents back here, they probably wouldn't recognise any of it. Not the trees, not the river- not even me." I looked up at her with sympathy. "Maybe we should just stay here, guys. Grow old."
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to pass on that offer Hermione," I said with a laugh. She chuckled too. We remained quiet until Hermione spoke up again.
"You wanted to know who the boy in the photograph was, Harry. I know. It was Gellert Grindelwald," She handed harry the book she was reading.
"He's the thief I saw in Gregorovitch's wand shop. Speaking of which, where is my wand?" Harry said. Hermione gave him a pained look. "Where's my wand Hermione?"
She reluctantly got up to reveal underneath the blanket a very broken wand. "As we were leaving Godric's Hollow-"
"It's my fault," I interrupted. "I cast a curse and it rebounded. I'm so sorry, we've tried to mend it but wands are different."
"It's done," he said sharply, "Leave me one of yours, go inside and get warm, both of you. I'll take the locket as well." Hermione gave her wand to Harry and we both got up to go inside the tent. I handed him the locket that was around my neck as it had been my turn to wear it.
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Mattheo
"Where are we?" I asked Ron as we clambered through the dark woods.
"The Forest of Dean, I think" he answered. "Watch your step, these bloody tree roots are a hazard."
We'd just left a pub which we'd been staying in on Christmas Eve, keeping away from snatchers when suddenly Ron kept hearing voices. I was convinced he was going mad but then he took out a small strange looking device and I heard it too. It was hermione's voice, whispering Ron's name.
