𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT escape from malfoy manor
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 of Malfoy Manor for seventeen years. When she left to join her friends on the Horcrux hunt, she didn't plan on ever returning. Yet, here she was being held hostage in said manor by the Snatchers that had caught them in the forest.
She glanced over at Draco, who looked just as scared as she felt. Their eyes met, neither of them being able to force the corners of their mouths up in a reassuring smile. There was nothing reassuring about the situation that they were in.
"Well?" Bellatrix asked as she forced Harry down to his knees and yanked his head back by his hair.
Draco took a small step forward, swallowing nervously. "I can't be sure."
"Draco." Lucius grabbed him by the back of his neck. "Look closely, son. If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?"
"Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy," Scabior said.
"You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?!"
"Lucius," Narcissa hissed. She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Draco.
"Don't be shy, sweetie. Come over." Bellatrix took Draco's hand and brought her closer. "Now, if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."
Draco stared at Harry, his brows creasing together. "What's wrong with his face?"
"Yes, what is wrong with his face?" Bellatrix asked the Snatchers.
"He came to us like that," Scabior told her. "Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon."
"Or, ran into a stinging jinx." Bellatrix lifted her wand and pointed it at Lyra. "Was it you, baby sister? Or one of your little Mudblood friends?"
Lyra glared at her, her jaw clenching. Bellatrix smirked. She walked forward, cackling as she instructed the Snatchers to check their wands to see what their last spells were.
She suddenly stopped, a gasp falling from her lips when she saw the sword in one of the Snatcher's hands. "What's that?" she asked in a whisper. "Where'd you get that from?"
"It was in Lyra's bag when we searched her," he answered. "Reckon it's mine now."
Bellatrix shot a spell at him. The sword flew out of his hold and into her hands. She then attacked the other Snatchers, shouting at them to get out. She stormed over to the Legacies, shoving all of them but Lyra towards Lucius, snarling at him to put them in the cellar while she had a little chat with her sister.
