CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "I'll find you, I promise."
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Y/N POV
"Luna...I think that's Harry," I whispered urgently, rushing over to the barred door. Every word spoken upstairs reached my ears clearly, and I knew without a doubt it was Harry's voice.
A sudden noise cut through the air.
"Put the boys in the cellar!" Bellatrix yelled, and I heard footsteps coming closer to my location. "And I'll have a little conversation with this one, girl to girl!"
I froze as Wormtail came down the stairs. Instinctively, I raced into the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest, terror growing. I couldn't go through more torture—not again.
A loud thud echoed, followed by a groan of pain. My body tensed. Slowly, I advanced closer to the barred door where Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were locked, both of them now rushing helplessly toward the door.
"What are we going to do? We can't leave Hermione alone with her!" Ron's voice was frantic, heartbroken.
I moved closer, but my foot splashed into a puddle. The sound made them turn sharply.
"Harry? Ron? Is that you?" I called softly, stepping out of the shadows.
Both of their faces lit up in recognition and relief. My heart ached as I hurried toward them, pulling them both into a weak embrace. I had missed them so much.
"Y/n! You're okay! I was so worried about you!" Harry said and cupped his hands on both of my cheeks.
"I missed you so much," I whispered, hugging him tightly as if he might disappear.
Harry pulled back, eyes scanning the bruises and cuts on my face. "Are you okay? What happened?"
"I'm fine," I lied, offering a weak smile. "Just a few curses, that's all."
His face fell. "I'm so sorry we couldn't get you out sooner."
"It's okay, Harry," I reassured him before my gaze landed on his face. "But...what happened to you?"
"Hermione jinxed him," Ron explained, drawing my attention to him.
Stepping closer to the boy, I hugged him tightly too. "I missed you, Ron."
"I missed you too, y/n. How long have you been down here?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I couldn't really keep track of the days."
