August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter 115

CW: more injuries because duh

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"Bugger!" cried Thorfinn. "He was there - you saw him, didn't you?"

"He has escaped us once more," said Travers darkly. "The Dark Lord will not be pleased..."

"What in the world has happened?"

"You!" said Thorfinn, grabbing Xenophilius roughly by his top, who appeared lost and terrified. "You let Harry Potter escape, now we're all in for it!"

As much as Robyn didn't want to rejoin the Death Eaters, she didn't exactly have a choice. If she didn't alert Thorfinn to her presence, then what? It would be the Obliviating-and-hanging-Robyn-out-to-dry-in-Devon saga part two - minus the Obliviating, sure, but also minus the wand and broom. She'd be totally screwed.

"Harry Potter? My word!" gasped Xenophilius, and Robyn realised that he was the victim of Hermione's Memory Charm. "And- oh! My kitchen! My house!"

"Ruddy old man!" said Thorfinn, violently backhanding Xenophilius who fell to the side with a loud cry.

"But- Luna! Where is my Luna?"

Robyn coughed, causing a searing pain to run through her chest and torso.

"Sh! Did you hear that?" said Travers quietly.

She coughed again.

"Was there a fourth?" demanded Thorfinn, his wand pointed at Xenophilius, who shrunk away.

"I- I don't- I-"

"It's a yes or no question!"

"Fool," spat Travers, directing his ire at Thorfinn. "The girl Obliviated him. He remembers nothing!"

Thorfinn hesitated before brushing that aside. "Either way, there is another somewhere in this mess, and if it's not a Lovegood, it must be one of Potter's–"

Robyn coughed again. It hurt. "H-Help," she wheezed quietly. "Help."

"Over here," said Travers, and she heard movement as he presumably cleared debris out the way. Several long moments passed where Robyn could only release sharp breaths in anticipation, in the hope that the pain would soon ease, that they'd cast some sort of healing spell on her - maybe Episkey–

"There's a girl under there!"

And whatever bits of rubble that had been covering her were removed. She could breathe slightly better, and she could see slightly better. Only slightly.

She stretched out her arm for help, only for Thorfinn to stomp harshly on her wrist. There was a loud, sickening crack, which Robyn at first thought was her bone and her bone alone. Later, she'd come to find it was her bracelet, too - the one she used to communicate with Hermione. A rush of warmth rushed up to her wrist, a pause, and then, the pain.

She squealed, not having expected that at all. She ripped her arm back and clutched her wrist to her chest, the movement causing pain all over, causing her to lose her breath again.

She really was fed up with this day.

"S-Stop- Thorfinn, it's m-me," she cried.

"Who are you?" he spat, wand pointed right at her.

"Please- help- can't breathe–"

"Who are you!"

Right. She was still disguised by Glamour Charms.

"Finite," she said uselessly, wandless. "Finite, p-please, Thorfinn."

"I won't ask again–"