This was not good! This was not good at all!
I pulled out my two wands and quickly went for a better look. Too many without attracting attention. And too many to fight all at once. Not without risking my friends getting caught in the crossfire.
"Get off her!" Ron shouted. There was an unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh.
Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed: "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"
"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that if he's on my list." Came the horribly familiar, rasping voice of Greyback. "Delicious girl... What a treat... I do enjoy the softness of the skin..."
I could hear more banging inside the house. Malaka. How could I have been so stupid? I just got so mad and...
"Now, let's see who we've got." Greyback said. "I'll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, Ugly?" He asked Harry who responded by saying nothing.
Look who was talking.
"I said..." Greyback repeated. He then struck Harry. "What happened to you?"
"Stung." Harry muttered. "Been stung."
"Yeah, looks like it." Another Death Eater commented. "My Cousin, Felix got stung once, he looked exactly like that."
"What's your name?" Greyback snarled ignoring the comment.
"Dudley." Harry answered.
"And your first name?" Greyback demanded.
"I- Vernon. Vernon Dudley." Harry lied.
"Check the list, Scaibor." Greyback ordered. Then he moved sideways to Ron. "And what about you, ginger?"
"Stan Shunpike." Ron answered.
"Like 'ell you are." The man named Scaibor replied. "We know Stan Shunpike, 'e's put a bit of work our way."
"I'b Bardy." Ron answered with a mouth full of blood. "Bardy Weadley.
"A Weasley?!" Greyback rasped. "So you're related to the Blood Traitors, eh? Even if you're not a Mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend..." The relish in his voice made me shiver.
"Easy, Greyback." Scaibor advised over the jeering of the others.
"Oh, I'm not going to bite just yet. We'll just see if she's a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly?" Greyback interrogated.
"Penelope Clearwater." Hermione answered, sounding terrified but convincing.
"What's your blood status?" Greyback demanded.
"Half-blood." Hermione answered.
"Easy enough to check." Scaibor replied. "But the 'ole of 'em look like they could still be 'ogwarts age-"
"We'b lebt." Ron said.
"Left, 'ave you, ginger?" Scaibor asked. "And you decided to go camping in an old Jarl Longhouse? And you thought, just for a laugh, you'd use the Dark Lord's name?"
"Oh... Gods no..." I thought. They must've used Voldemort's name by accident.
"Nod a laugh." Ron replied. "Aggiden."
"Accident?" There was more jeering laughter.
"You know who else likes using the Dark Lord's Name, Weasley?" Greyback growled. "The Rebels under Ethan Bauer!"
"I reckon they're Rebel Spies." Scaibor suggested. "Wait a minute. Wasn't they using Ambushes Greyback?"
"Who cares? Bind them up with the other two Prisoners!" Greyback ordered.
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Kassandra Bauer and the Deathly Hallows. (Book 7)
FanfictionConquer your fate! You are not bound to it! 7 Years ago, Harry Potter was nothing more than living in the Cupboard under the stairs of his Aunt and Uncle's House, his parents having been killed by the Dark Lord many years ago. 7 Years ago. Kassandra...
