Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

140. The Missing Mirror

Y/n's feet touched road. He saw the achingly familiar Hogsmeade High Street, dark shop fronts, and the outline of black mountains beyond the village, and the curve in the road ahead that led off toward Hogwarts, and light spilling from the windows of the Three Broomsticks. The streets were deserted and Y/n felt Harry relax his grip upon their arms, then it happened.

The air was rent by a scream that sounded throughout the whole village, piercing through every street path. Y/n knew immediately that their appearance had caused it. Even as he looked at the other three beneath the Cloak, the door of the Three Broomsticks burst open and a dozen cloaked and hooded Death Eaters dashed into the street, their wands aloft.

Harry seized Ron's wrist as he raised his wand, there were too many of them to Stun. Even attempting it would give away their position. One of the Death Eaters waved his wand and the scream stopped, still echoing around the distant mountains.

"Accio Cloak!" roared one of the Death Eaters.

Harry seized its folds, but it made no attempt to escape. The Summoning Charm had not worked on it.

"Not under your wrapper, then, Potter?" yelled the Death Eater who had tried the charm, and then to his fellows. "Spread out. He's here."

Six of the Death Eaters ran toward them. Harry, Ron, Y/n and Hermione backed as quickly as possible down the nearest side street, and the Death Eaters missed them by inches. They waited in the darkness, listening to the footsteps running up and down, beams of light flying along the street from the Death Eaters' searching wands.

"Let's just leave!" Hermione whispered. "Disapparate now!"

"Great idea." said Ron, but before Harry could reply a Death Eater shouted,

"We know you're here, Potter, and there's no getting away! We'll find you!"

"It is too late now." Y/n said quietly looking around. "They were ready for us straight away. Which means they set up that spell to tell them if we came. If they thought that far ahead it is not unlikely that they have set traps to try cut off our ability to escape." Y/n explained in a whisper.

"What about dementors?" called another Death Eater. "Let 'em have free rein, they'd find him quick enough!"

"The Dark Lord wants Potter dead by no hand but his..."

"an? dementors won't kill him! The Dark Lord wants Potter's life, not his soul. He'll be easier to kill if he's been Kissed first!"

There were noises of agreement. Dread filled Harry, To repel dementors they would have to produce Patronuses, which would give them away immediately.

"We're going to have to try to Disapparate!" Hermione whispered.

Even as she said it, Y/n felt the unnatural cold begin to steal over the street. Light was sucked from the environment right up to the stars, which vanished. In the pitch-blackness, he felt Hermione take hold of his arm and together, they turned on the spot.

The air through which they needed to move seemed to have become solid. They could not Disapparate, the Death Eaters had cast their charms well. The cold was biting deeper and deeper into Y/n's flesh. He, Hermione, Harry and Ron retreated down the side street, groping their way along the wall, trying not to make a sound. Then, around the corner, gliding noiselessly, came dementors, ten or more of them, visible because they were of a denser darkness than their surroundings, with their black cloaks and their scabbed and rotting hands. Could they sense fear in the vicinity? Harry was sure of it. They seemed to be coming more quickly now, taking those dragging, rattling breaths he detested, tasting despair on the air, closing in...