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

7-8

"Hello, beautiful."

I sigh walking towards the tent as I spot Hermione. She was glaring at Ron. I rolled my eyes, wanting to get away from their drama. I began walking towards the tent. "You are a complete arse, Ronald Weasley!" I hear her yell.

I walked into the tent, distancing myself from their ruckus. Should I write Draco a letter? Voldemort would be too busy to read them all, wouldn't he? Seeing as he's plotting the downfall of the Wizarding World.

I pursed my lips, walking towards Hermione's bag. I shoved my hand in, rummaging to find a quill, ink and parchment.

One by one, I picked the items out, laying them on a small table.

Hello, Draco.

I am taking a pretty huge risk writing you a letter with everything that's going on. Uhm.. I'm not sure what to say. I guess what I want to, is that I miss you. A lot.

You don't have to write back, but I just wanted to make sure you know that I am alright.

- y/n

I sighed, taking one last glance at the letter before sealing it with my saliva as I quietly sent it with Ron's owl. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, make sure of it that it lands in no one else's hands." I mutter as the owl flies into the blue sky.

I walk into the little kicthen, grabbing my wand and putting it in my pocket on the way.

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It had been another two days before we took off again. Harry and Ron walked ahead as I went with Hermione. "You're not still mad at him, are you?" I asked her, my bag on my right shoulder. "I'm always mad at him." She answered, I shook my head as a small laugh escaped my mouth.

We looked ahead at the house in front of us. "Luna." Ron huffed. I narrowed my eyes. I remember Theo and Draco making fun of her once, calling her loopy loony something.

"Keep off the dirigible plums?" I read. "Wow, Loony's whole family is insane." I huffed as Hermione nudged my softly.

Harry knocked on the door as a man— who I assume was her father, opened the door. "What is it? Who are you?" He spoke harshly. I swallowed, was me being here going to be a problem? "Hello, Mr. Lovegod. I'm Harry Potter." Harry said, extending his arm. Lovegood glanced up at him, ignoring Harry's greeting. His eyes examined us before lingering on me. There was a pang of fear in them before he gulped, opening the door completely.

We walked inside as I pulled Harry's jacket. "Isn't it strange he didn't ask me to leave? I think everyone knows who i am by now, Harry." I whispered. "Don't worry about it, he's a nice man." Harry smiled. I nodded, walking with him.

We sat in the couch as he handed all of us a cup of tea. "Where is Luna?" Hermione asked after the long silence. "Luna. Yes. She'll be here soon." Lovegood stammered. I narrowed my eyes. Something was wrong but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

The five of us slurped our tea at the same time, trying to avoid the loud silence. "How can I help you?" He asked. Harry then asked him about the necklace he was wearing at the wedding I missed because I was too busy getting the dark mark.

"This? This is the Deathly Hallows." Lovegood said, holding up the necklace. It was a triangle with a circle inside, finished with a a line drawing through it.

Hermione pulled out a book from her bag, talking about the Tale of The Three Brothers. I stopped listening, glancing around the strange house. There was sudden whooshing outside but no one except me heard it. Me and and Lovegood, that is. He was hiding something. Something was going to get us into trouble.

My instincts told me to leave as fast I could— but I remained still. Lovegood's glare was on me as he began to sweat and tremble. I sighed silently, looking back at Hermione who had finished her little storybook.

"Right, I'll get you some tea." Lovegood stammered, standing up as he grabbed our cups. The four of us shared a glance before abruptly standing up. We followed him down to the kitchen as I nudged Harry forward, indicating that he should tell Lovegood that we are leaving. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Uhm, Mr. Lovegood. We're going to be leaving now." Harry said. "Oh, why so soon?" Lovegood chuckled. "We should be going, anyway. Busy schedule." I said with a fake smile. "No you can't!" He yelled, banging the utensils as I flinched. He ran towards the door, standing in front of it to keep us from leaving.

"They came here.. asking for her and him." He spat, glaring at me and Harry. "Told them I hadn't seen you and—" he gulped, almost breaking down. "They took away my Luna." His voice cracked. I took a step back, looking out the window. There was dark smoke. "Harry, we have to go." I warned him silently.

Suddenly, the ceiling came crashing down. The four of us jumped, hiding under any large table before running away.

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I sighed, falling on the grass as we made it away from that house. "Is there no one we can trust!?" Ron scoffed. "I'll do the enchantments." Hermione said. I got up, walking towards her bag. "I need water." I muttered.

Ron stopped in his footsteps as we heard a noise. I snapped around to see three men ahead Ron. "Hello, beautiful." I heard a voice as I turned back, my wand pointed at the man ahead of me. I recognised him from a few weeks back. I took a step back as he walked forward.

Soon, we began running. "Well, don't hang about. Snatch them." He said as I fastened my pace. I panted, gasping as a few curses hit my way but missed. Hermione grunted, almost tripping over a rock.

I swallowed, my eyes growing heavy and my body weaker as I still ran.

Ron soon fell down. I turned back to look for him as a curse hit my way, forcing me to fall on my face. I groaned, trying to get up again, my breath heavy. "Not so fast, gorgeous." I heard the man grunting as he gripped on to me.

I remained silent as Harry, Ron and Hermione soon came into picture. Harry's face was swollen, Ron was unconscious and Hermione had snuck her wand back into her pocket as one of the snatchers pulled her up.

I glared at the man as he spoke to Harry. "What happened to you, ugly?" He asked. "Bees." I responded for him. "What's your name?" He asked. "Dudley. Vernon Dudley." Harry spoke. The man turned around, a gasp escaping his mouth. "Oh, I recognise this pretty thing.. you're the Dark Witch, ain't ya?" He asked, his face a mix of amusement and fear. "Keep them close, boys. This lot isn't going to the Ministry."