we could be the greatest thing that the world has ever seen || [n.l book two]

ten

I was curled up next to Dean in the corner of the wagon, Alex holding onto my arm tightly. Tears didn't even exist at this point in my eyes. We were dehydrated and hungry. It turns out that Mr. Ollivander, the man who owns the wand shop, was also with us, along with Griphook, a goblin who worked at Gringotts. We were stopped at a clearing and were with four other guards.

"Jenni?" Alex whimpered.

"Yes baby?" I asked, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know baby, I don't know." I whispered, kissing his head. The doors were ripped open, and Scabior and his henchmen threw three people in, but we didn't see their faces.

"Have fun kiddies." He said before slamming the doors closed and lock them. We heard the girl beginning to cry and one of the others slammed on the wall.

"Let us out you bloody basterd!" The one banging on the doors yelled. I recognized the voice.

"Ron?" I whimpered out.

"J-Jenn?" He replied.

"Ron!" I exclaimed, lunging towards where the door was. I found him and hugged him ever so tightly. He hugged me back and I could feel him crying into my jumper. "I've missed you Ron." I whispered.

"I missed you too Jenn." He said, gripping the back of my jumper.

"I knew my fake boyfriend would be safe." I whispered and he chuckled.

"I'd never leave my fake girlfriend alone." Once we got out of the hug, I felt Alex move past me and hug him.

"Wait," I said, turning towards the direction of the crying. "Hermione?"

"Yes?" She said through her sobs.

"Hermione!" I yelled at I hugged her when I found her. She hugged me back and I began crying into her coat. "The dormitory hasn't been the same without you."

"Harry's here too." Ron said from behind us.

"Hi." I heard Harry say once he had finished hugging Dean. I hugged him tightly before we all huddled into our corner.

"Where on Earth are we going?" I whispered to Harry.

"They're taking us to Malfoy Manor." Harry said. "Lucius wants to see us, interrogate us,"

"The whole nine yards." I finished for him.

"Yeah, probably torture us." Dean added.

"Oh but they will." Mr. Ollivander chirped from the darkness. "They, the Malfoys, find pleasure in hurting muggle borns like us." All of a sudden there was a violent sound that made the wagon shake very hard.

"Did we just, apparate?" I asked.

"I think we did." Harry said as we started rolling again. We stopped after going around a hundred feet and the Snatchers climbed in and grabbed us by our shirts. Harry was grabbed by Scabior, and I was grabbed by another grave one. They pulled us to the large black doors and they were opened by two men with masks on. Alex whimpered from beside me and I looked down at him, and he was huddled close next to Dean. I was behind Ron and another snatcher.

They dragged us out into a large dark room, and by dark, I mean almost everything in it was painted black or dark grey. On the far side of the room, stood three people. The woman had black and platinum blonde hair, the man had long bleach blonde hair. But the boy was turned away, but had familiar bleach blonde hair.

"Draco?" I whispered to Hermione. She nodded slightly and looked back at me, before a snatcher pulled her head back by her hair, making her whimper. They held us in a row and threw Harry to the ground. They pulled his head up and Malfoy came up to him.

"Do you know who this is, Draco?" The woman, I'm guessing it was his mother, asked him, touching his shoulder. It was right now that I remembered that Hermione had cast a spell that changed Harry's face so that he was unrecognizable. Malfoy shook his head, saying that he didn't know him, which astounded all of us.

"What is that?" A cackling voice said from across the room, next to who I believed to be Malfoy's father. She came out of the shadows, and had estranged black hair and wore a grimace and wide smirk on her lips.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Dean said in a low voice. "She was the one that tortured Neville's parents." My eyes went wider than they ever had.

Neville only ever talked about that once, and that was two years ago.

We were in the Room of Requirement after a DA meeting, working on the charm Wingardium Leviosa, since no one really remembered how to do it.

"That photo there," Neville pointed at a black and white photo with a group of people in it as I walked up next to him. "My parents are in it." He placed his finger on a man and woman, the man had his arm over the woman's shoulder, and they were moving from looking at us, to looking at each other and smiling. "Fourteen years ago, a witch named Bellatrix Lestrange used the Cruciatus curse on my parents, to try and get information. But they wouldn't give in.

"I'm really proud to be their son." He said, looking down at me.

"They're proud of you Neville." I said, holding his hand in mine. "I'm proud of you."

"What's that you got there?" She exclaimed at Scabior, snapping me back to reality. He was holding Hermione's bag in his left hand, the Sword of Gryffindor in his right. "Take them downstairs." She pointed at Dean, Griphook, Mr. Ollivander, Alex and I. They grabbed us and pulled us down the stairs.

"Malfoy!" I yelled, making him turn. "It's us! It's Jenni! We're your friends!"

"Why would my son want to be friends with you? An idiotic little mudblood?" Mr. Malfoy hissed at me, and Malfoy turned away. I frowned and turned towards Dean.

"At least you tried." He said, making me nod.

"I found it, in her bag. It's mine now." We heard Scabior say before Bellatrix sent spindly ropes out of her wand, wrapping tightly around his neck. They threw us into a darkly lit room and locked us in before we heard Scabior fall to the ground, making him drop the sword and Hermione's bag.

"Take the boys down to the dungeons!" She screeched, standing directly in front of Hermione. "We're gonna talk about this, girl to girl!"