"Even though we never said it to each other
we knew."
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In this story, We see the point of view of a Weasley Girl, her name is Alice Abigail Weasley, she has 6 brothers and 1 sister. She also experiences a romantic relationship with the 'chose...
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-ʚĭɞ - {Alice}
Hermione apparated us to a dark street in Hogsmede. What used to be a fun weekend activity that everyone looked forward to, was now a dark memory I'd not like to revisit.
We walked down the empty sidewalk for a moment, not a soul in sight.
"I prefer you in my clothes, looks nicer on you," Harry said to me as we walked, grinning as he did so. He glanced ahead to see if anyone was listening before he bent down to whisper in my ear. "Though, I think we both know I like you in much less as well."
I smiled as I looked over him, a smirk plastered on his face. "Even though we are indeed close to dying you still manage to find a way to flirt with me, Impressive"
There was a moment of silence before I spoke up again.
"Harry, I'm scared"
"What do you mean?" He asked as he stopped walking to look at me.
"What if something bad happens"
He frowned as he stood there quietly as he was searching for what to say in his head. "It's going to be okay love, we just need to trust Dumbledore"
"But you're the only one I trust"
Before Harry could say anything crows from the rooftops began screeching loudly.
"He's here! Spread out! Search everywhere!" A man called in the distance.
We all split up, Hermione, Ron and Ivana ducking under a nearby picnic table with a tarp over it, and Harry and I in a dark alley.
After a few moments of silence, I peeked out to see three deatheaters searching around some picnic tables. The same picnic tables near Ron, Hermione and Ivana. I looked around me for something to distract them with. I picked up a small pebble and threw it as far as I could down the road, away from the three of them. The crows all flew towards the pebble, the deatheaters following close behind. I beckoned for them to get up and follow Harry and me.
We ran down the long alley until we reached a gate. Ron tried to open it but no luck.
"In here, Potter." A voice whispered from behind us.
Harry immediately followed the man into his house and the other three of us followed him. As I walked past the man, I noticed he had a long white beard similar to Dumbledore's. For half a second I thought it was Dumbledore.
We walked down a set of stairs and into a dimly lit room.
"Did you get a look at him?" Ron asked. "For a second I thought it was-"
