Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Chat With A Death Eater

"Smash shelves."

3rd Person POV:

Black shapes were emerging out of thin air all around them, blocking their way left and right; eyes glinted through slits in hoods, a dozen lit wand tips were pointing directly at their hearts.

Ginny gave a gasp of horror.

Y/n recognized them as Deatheathers and she wanted to shrink into non-existence and attack at the same time.

"To me, Potter," repeated the drawling voice of Lucius Malfoy as he held out his hand, palm up.

Y/n stood right next to Harry with her wand pointing at one of the masked foes.

They were trapped and outnumbered two to one.

"To me," said Malfoy yet again.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry said.

Several of the Death Eaters laughed.

A harsh female voice from the midst of the shadowy figures to Harry's left said triumphantly, "The Dark Lord always knows!"

Y/n's blood fumed at the voice she oh so easily recognized.

"Always," echoed Malfoy softly. "Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I want to know where Sirius is!"

"I want to know where Sirius is!" mimicked the woman to his left.

She and her fellow Death Eaters had closed in so that they were mere feet away from Harry and the others, the light from their wands dazzling Harry's eyes.

"You've got him," said Harry, ignoring the rising panic in his chest, the dread he had been fighting since they had first entered the ninety-seventh row. "He's here. I know he is."

"The wittle baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo," said the woman in a horrible, mock-baby voice.

Harry felt Ron stir beside him.

"Don't do anything," he muttered. "Not yet —"
The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter.

"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!"

"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix," said Malfoy softly. "He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."

"I know Sirius is here," said Harry, though panic was causing his chest to constrict and he felt as though he could not breathe properly. "I know you've got him!"

Though Y/n wanted to believe that was true, deep down she knew her father wasn't ever here at all.

More of the Death Eaters laughed, though the woman still laughed loudest of all.

"It's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter," said Malfoy. "Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands."

"Go on, then," said Harry, raising his own wand to chest height.

The knot in Harry's stomach tightened.

If Sirius really was not here, he had led his friends to their deaths for no reason at all. . . .

But the Death Eaters did not strike.

"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt," said Malfoy coolly.

"Ha! Yeah right." Y/n finally spoke. "Harry hands over the prophecy and you'll just let us skip on home? Yeah, sorry, not happening. You forget I know you two. Believe it or not, I know how this family works."