❝ he and i are closer than friends, we are enemies linked together, the same sin binds us ❞ | in which lilium snape is bound to harry potter by fate, destined to stand on either side of a war that will soon be waged. she is cursed by prophecy, or so...
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ACT FOUR, chapter seventy : i watch all my bridges burn to the ground and you don't want to know me i will just let you down my castle's crumbling down
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Sneaking in Hogsmeade was completely mad.
So not too out of character for the Golden Quartet, in truth. It had been one disastrous event after the other, in truth, from the troubles in the Lestrange vault, Griphook's betrayal, the dragon escape from London, and now coming here — right to the heart of it all.
Shops, shuttered at this hour, sat silently, shrouded in a thick fog. Posters of the Golden Quartet — Undesirables 1, 2, 3, and 4 — drooped from every light post. And the very instant they Apparated into Hogsmeade, they were set upon. Death Eaters chased them, a mob of shadows hunting them through the night. They passed the Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes as well as what used to be Peg's Apothecary. Harry led their way, the quartet running wicked fast through the twisting streets, glancing down alleyways for signs of pursuers, the mist both friend and foe.
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared on the roof above, whistling an eerie tune before shouting, "I've got them! Down here!"
"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted in a fury.
Lili snatched onto Harry's hand and yanked him hard down a side street, with Hermione and Ron in quick pursuit. She knew this village like the back of her hand, and if she was right — if he was still around — she knew exactly where they could go to be safe.
If they could get there alive.
Just above the rooftops, barely distinguishable from the night, Dementors drifted like smoke. The night grew darker, streetlights dimming. The quartet's breath panted visibly in the rising chill. Tears ran down their cheeks, haunted by sadness, tormented by grief. But any attempt to drive them away would only lead to getting caught.
They ran faster.
Footsteps clattered on the cobblestones, beams of light fracturing the mist.
Finally, Lili skidded to a stop in a thoroughly disgusting alley, pounding on an old weathered door with heavy bolts locking it tight. As her friends shivered and worried behind her, she knocked out a familiar beat and held her breath 'til the bolts ground, hinges squalled, and the door opened.
"In, now!"
Lili backed up just enough to shove her friends in ahead of her, letting Harry snatch once more onto her hand and yank her in by his side. The door slammed shut behind him, and in the shadows, it was impossible to see anything but his hand motioning towards the rickety wooden staircase as he hissed for them to be silent.
Lili stumbled after the others into the familiar sitting room, marching straight towards the grimy window for a view of the dozen or so Death Eaters still on the street, glancing about in confusion. She heaved a soft sigh of relief.
