Evanora

One Shot into the Future 2: MALFOY MANOR

We all apparated away.

"Treacherous little bleeder! Is there no one we can trust?!" Ron said angrily.

"They kidnapped her because they supported me, he was just desperate," Harry said.

"I'll start on the protective enchantments," Ron muttered.

We turned around to find at least 20 snatchers. I immediately ran. I lifted my legs high into the air as I bolted, careful not to trip on twigs and roots. Snatchers were firing spells behind me. I was behind Ron, Hermoine, and Harry running, leaving me free to use spells aimlessly behind me. I whipped my wand behind me and an explosion knocked over two snatchers. I roared "Avada Kedavra" at a tree and then used the same explosion curse to knock it over behind me. I turned my head while running to see my progress: the snatchers had been held off by my spells to thirty feet behind me, and I could see the tree that I killed knocked over, slowing their path. Half of a second later, I turned my head back forward and nearly ran into a tree. I dodged it and started running downhill behind Ron and Hermoine when Ron suddenly got chained on his legs and fell over. I couldn't do anything but stop running, it would do nothing but make things worse if I tried to help him. We would have to save him from the ministry later If we got past the snatchers without Ron. I was running downhill at a neck-breaking speed, moving far too fast for my legs to keep up with. A zap of light just nearly missed me and hit the tree in front of me. I was quick and agile, climbing on and jumping over logs and through bushes, but when you're getting chased by Snatchers who are firing spells at you constantly, it isn't always so easy to get around. I fired a puff of smoke behind me to hopefully give me time to run but instead, I trip and cover my face as I tumble downhill and hit something with a thud at my side. I look up. Hermione and Harry are there. I have no time to process why Harry's face has completely swollen because someone grabs me and rips me up onto my feet. I don't even try to kick and squirm out of whoever smelly has me grasped firmly from behind until they start shoving Ron, Hermione, and Harry. As Ron falls to the ground, I harshly wriggle from someone's painful grip on me. Someone large and strong-- and smelly tightly held arms pinned to my body from behind me, and only gets tighter as I try to move. I feel my sides bruising already from the strong man, and let out a defeated, painful wince as I relax into his hold as the twenty Snatchers close in on us. Ron shouts at a snatcher to get off Hermione, but then gets kneed in the stomach.

"You're boyfriend is going to get a lot worse than that if he doesn't behave himself," the lead Snatcher says. He makes his way over to me.

"What's your name, love?" he asks, shifting dangerously close to me.

"Romilda Vane," I say calmly, and try not to panic or show that I am utterly disgusted. As the person behind me continues to crush me, holding me in place. I heard from one of the other snatcher's that it's leader's name was Scabior, the person creeping over me. I try and soften my look and lean towards him and begin to whisper at him as everything around me goes silent. "Scabior, do you mind telling this werewolf to loosen his grip? He's hurting me," I say in a baby-like tone. Scabior does a double take before a quick nod at Fenir Greyback behind me, who slowly loosens his grip while remaining a firm hold on me. I sighed in relief, and looked around to find most of the snatchers looking at me weirdly at my reaction. They were too dumb to realize I was just being manipulative, and only once Scabior turned away did I allow myself to shudder.

"Scabior, we have a situation," another snatcher said who was standing next to Harry. Scabior walked slowly over to Harry and lifted the hair from his forehead. I gasped inside and looked horrifically to Harry, who gulped.

"Change of plans--- we're not taking this lot to the Ministry," Scabior said. I quickly groaned in pain as the person holding me shoved me forward.