Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

An Impasse and Shattered Glass

(Y/N)'s POV

Black shapes were emerging out of thin air, blocking our exits; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at our hearts. Ginny gave a gasp of horror. I tried to put myself in front of the others, protecting them as best I could.

"To me, Potter," repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up. We were trapped and outnumbered two to one. "To me," said Malfoy yet again. "Where's Sirius?" Harry said. Several of the Death Eaters laughed.

A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!" "Always," echoed Malfoy softly. "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!" "I want to know where Sirius is!" mimicked the woman to his left. "You've got him," said Harry, ignoring her "He's here. I know he is." "The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo," said the woman in a horrible, mock-baby voice.

Ron snarled angrily. "Don't do anything," "Not yet —" Harry warned, "That was a terrible impression" I muttered. The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter.

"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!" "Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix," said Malfoy softly. "He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here," said Harry, "I know you've got him!" More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman still laughed loudest of all. "It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy.

It was a trap; the whole thing was a trap. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands." "Go on, then," said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height. As he did so, we raised our wands too. But the Death Eaters did not strike.

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," said Malfoy coolly. It was Harry's turn to laugh. "Yeah, right!" he said. "I give you this — prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the female Death Eater shrieked, "Accio Proph —" Harry was just ready for her. He shouted "Protego!" before she had finished her spell, and he managed to cling on to it.

"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter," she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. "Very well, then —" "I TOLD YOU, NO!" Lucius Malfoy roared at the woman. "If you smash it — !"

The woman stepped forward, away from her fellows, and pulled off her hood. Azkaban had hollowed Bellatrix Lestrange's face, making it gaunt and skull-like, but it was alive with a feverish, fanatical glow.

"You need more persuasion?" she said, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Very well — take the smallest one," she ordered the Death Eaters beside her. "Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."

A Death Eater made a step towards her, taking off his mask but leaving his hood up, I placed my wand to his jugular harshly. He smirked "Ask yourself boy, is scum like this worth dying for?" My hand was shaking despite my best efforts to remain calm.

"You really don't know who you're talking to..." I spat, pressing my wand into his neck harder, he didn't make another move. "You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," Harry told Bellatrix. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he?"

"So," said Harry, "what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?" "What kind of prophecy?" repeated Bellatrix, the grin fading from her face, Neville got a little shifty as she spoke.