He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-5

"Hermione— her leg.."

I remain silent, not knowing what to do while Umbridge interrogates a woman. I let out a silent sight of relief, spotting Hermione, Ron and Harry.

"Wife to Reginald?" Umbridge asks the woman as Ron steps up. I stopped listening at this point, spotting the locket on her neck. "You're lying." Umbridge says as my head snaps up. I have serious PTSD from her at this point.

"Albert? What are you doing?" Umbridge asks and Harry pulls out his wand. I get ready to quickly run out of my spot. "You're lying, Dolores. And one mustn't tell lies." I spat. "Stupefy!" Harry yells as I grab her locket, running out. I could feel my dress lengthen suddenly and my hair undo. I was changing.

"Merlin's Beard, it's her! It's Y/n Riddle! Get her." I hear amongst the crowd as I fasten my pace. Harry quickly follow behind me as people began shouting his name too. Dementors soon run behind us as we manage to get into the elevator and close the door. "Expecto Patronum." I yell as the dementors fly back. Harry quickly presses a button.

I was panting by the time we reached the first floor. We keep our heads low, trying to leave. Ron was still in his form, comforting his so called wife before she kisses him. I would've broken out into laughter if I wasn't currently being targeted my the whole of the Wizarding World.

Ron quickly runs behind us. "Mary?" Asks the real Cattermole as he pushes past Harry. Okay, now we really have to go. "It's Harry Potter!" A man yells as we start running once again. "Look, that's the bloody Dark Witch behind him!" That was one hell of a name.

"Get them!" Guards yell, running behind us as I continue running. There were spells being thrown around and posters flying across the place. We manage to get into the chimneys before they close.

I groan, falling on my back. I open my eyes slowly as a stinging pain cramps up my leg. Before I knew it, Hermione was surrounding me. "Fuck, Y/n. How- are you okay!?" She gasps softly, I try sitting up as the pain finally hits me. I cry in pain, not having enough strength to even see the wound.

"Y/n!" Harry yells, bending down beside me. "Ron, quickly. Get my bag!" Hermione yells, holding my leg up. There was blood everywhere and a dagger stuck in my leg. "Hermione— her leg.." Ron stammers, his gaze softening. I continue crying as the pain only increases. "There must've been some sort of spell to the dagger." Hermione says, grabbing a strange bottle in hurry.

She sprinkles a few drops of the liquid as it stings. I throw my head back, only crying more. "Y/n, open your eyes. You have to keep them open." Harry says, holding my shoulders. I struggle, trying to open my eyes. "We were supposed to go to Grimauld Palace, what happened!?" Ron says, bending beside Harry as he holds my hand.

"I know." Hermione sighs, dropping another liquid. It stings again as I groan softly. "It's alright. It's done now. I just need bandages." She says, rummaging through her bag as she grabs a bandage to wrap around my calf.

Hermione slowly stood up along with Ron as she taught his the few protective charms.

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By next morning, my leg had slowly begun to heal although it still was a pain in the arse to walk.

"Dissendium!" Harry shouted at the locket. This was our seventh attempt at trying to break the locket. Nothing had worked so far and Harry was on the verge of giving hope.

I sat on a large rock while they tried all kinds of curses at the horcrux. Harry grabbed the locket, putting it on him. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "We have to keep it safe until we can find out how to destroy it." He responds. I sigh, turning around to limp towards the tent.

I poured myself a glass of water before my arm began burning. I grunted, rolling my sleeve up to see the Dark Mark burning into my skin. I had no idea what was happening and why this was happening. I grabbed the glass of water, throwing it into my mark as the burn slowly died down.

"Y/n? What are you doing?" Hermione asked, tearing her gaze away from my mark. "It began burning me." I huffed before rolling my sleeve back down. It hurt to even look at it. Hermione stayed quiet for a moment before walking towards the radio we had. She turned the volume up.

"It is believed that 17-year-old Deatheater; Draco Lucius Malfoy was found guilty of the murder of Muggle-born Patricia Holmes and Frank Gilbert." My head snapped in the direction of the radio as I quickly switched it off. I could feel Hermione's gaze on me she let out a soft sigh.

"Do you really like him?" She asked after a long pause. I remained silent. "He's not a good person, Y/n." She said again. "Not you too, Hermione." I sigh, rubbing my head in annoyance. "He's killed people— Muggle's for crying out loud." She huffed. "He wouldn't do it on his own will. I know him." I say. "He helped me leave that house, Hermione. And I love him." I sigh, looking at her.

She sighed loudly before a small smile crept upon her face. "Okay. I believe you. He's a good person." She said. I smiled at her words.