"they're trying to catch you."|| wood kid
Louis Lupin
We appear in a forest a few miles away from the home, out of breath. Ron is the first one to shout out a snarky remark.
"That treacherous little bleeder!" he groans to himself. "Is there no one we can trust?"
"They kidnapped her because he supported me," Harry explains, pulling his backpack off. "He was just desperate."
Ron sighs and mumbles, "I'll do the enchantments."
He starts to walk off before pausing in fear. I glance back at him and watch as five Snatchers rise from their hiding places in the ground, surrounding us. One of the men is a man I recognize. Fenrir. The whole reason that my father is a werewolf. The reason why I am cursed.
Behind us, I hear Scabior, one of the leaders, apart from Fenrir, of this particular group of Snatchers, say, "Hello beautiful," to Hermione. Quickly, we all start running, Scabior shouting at his men, "Well, don't hang about. Snatch 'em!"
Then they're chasing us. I can tell because their footsteps are ringing through my ears. Harry, Hermione, and Ron are all panting, out of breath, but I, luckily, am cursed for life and don't have to worry about that. After a while, I lose track of the trees we've passed. We all start spreading apart as we rush to get away from the Snatchers, spells flying and just barely missing us as we duck and let them hit the trees around us. I hear a cackle behind me and can't help to whip my head around as I run. Chasing after me is Fenrir, the very person I hate the most. I can't help myself. The moment I get the chance, I hide behind a tree and shout, "Bombarda!" the moment that he passes the tree. He grunts as he flies a couple hundred feet away from me. That gives me the perfect amount of time to get away. I take off running again until, suddenly, my feet stop moving, causing me to trip over myself. I am just about to catch up with Harry and Hermione as I fall to the ground. When I glance to my feet, I see my ankles tied together with rope as Fenrir trudges back over. He grabs me by the back of my shirt and aggressively pulls me to my feet as he brings me over to the rest of the Snatchers, where they've all caught Harry, Hermione, and Ron already.
When I look at Harry, his face looks distorted, covered in bumps and all sorts of different features that weren't there two minutes ago. I can only suppose that Hermione put a charm on him so that the Snatchers wouldn't recognize him as the guy on the front page of the Quibbler.
Harry looks stunned, like he's seen something—a vision. I can only wonder what it is that he's seen—that the Dark Lord has made him see. But also what Makayla has been forced to see as well, since it seems that whenever Harry has a vision, Makayla has the exact same one or something similar.
Two Snatchers grab Hermione and Ron shouts, "Don't touch her!" This, unfortunately, only results in a punch in the gut as Hermione screams.
"Your boyfriend will get much worse than that if he doesn't learn to behave himself!" Scabior explains as he approaches us. He looks at Harry and asks, "What happened to you, Ugly?" The Snatcher holding Harry looks at Scabior, offended. "No, not you." Scabior turns back to Harry before asking another question, "What's your name?"
"Dudley," Harry lies. "Vernon Dudley."
"Check it," he tells the Snatcher holding Harry by the collar as he approaches me. "You. Pretty boy. Who are you?"
I clear my throat, mustering up a lie from the depths of my brain, "Alexander Sallow. Half-blood."
He hums quietly before turning to Hermione, completely ignoring Ron on the floor, "And you, my lovely? What do they call you?"
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