Amortentia (Dramione)

Grimmauld Place

"GET DOWN!"
Just as Harry said it, spells began shooting our way, causing the three of us to drop to the floor.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled.

Ducking under the table, I waited for a few moments until I cast a spell towards the Death Eaters. I missed, causing him to shoot one at me.
Enough of this!!
"Petrificus totalus!" I yelled, and the room finally went silent, revealing the waitress looking shocked.
"Go! Leave!" I told her before she frantically ran away.

"Jesus, Mione." Ron whispered.

The three of us stood in shock for a moment until Harry pointed at the door, "Lock it. And get the lights."

Ron immediately pulled out Dumbledore's deluminator and sucked the light out of the room, while I drew the blinds.
Then the three of us walked slowly towards the two who attacked us.

"This one was there...he was on top of the Astronomy Tower the night Dumbledore died." Harry pointed out as he stepped towards the unconscious Death Eater.

"And this one is Dolohov....I recognize him from all of the wanted posters." Ron said as he approached him, "So...what to do with you now, eh? You'd kill us if this were turned around."

"We can't kill them." Harry interrupted quickly, "They'll know we were here."

"Ron.." I said quietly.

"What?" He asked, turning around, "Suppose he's the one who killed MadEye? How would you feel then?"

"It's better to wipe their memories." Harry told him.

Ron finally back down and walked towards us, "Well, you're the boss." Then he touched my chin, wiping it gently, "Hermione, you're the best at spells."

I was taken back a bit, but I proceeded towards the Death Eaters. I had to do the spell once again. The spell that wiped my parents' memories. This was beginning to bring back some unhappy thoughts.
Pull yourself together, Hermione.
Then I took in a deep breath, "Obliviate."
_______________________

After our encounter with Death Eaters, Harry decided it was best to go somewhere safe. The Order's Head Quarters.
As we looked around the deserted place, I noticed something familiar. Inscribed on a door was the name Regulus Arcturus Black.
R.A.B.
That's oddly familiar.
"Harry..." I called quietly, "Would you come here?"

Harry waltzed on over and looked at the door with scrunched eyebrows, "R.A.B. This is him. Sirius' brother?"

The three of us then sat down at a table and read over the locket's note once more.
"I will be dead before you read this...." Harry's voice trailed off.

"R.A.B is Sirius' brother then?" Ron asked.

"Yes..." I nodded, "But did he actually destroy the real Horcrux?"
Silence filled the air as we thought about the idea. As I was about to speak, we heard something rustling in the corner of the room.
"Harry." I whispered as I pointed to the broom closet.

Harry very quietly stood up and Ron and I followed closely behind him as he swung open the door, revealing Kreacher!
"Have you been spying on us?" He asked and he grabbed Kreacher out of the closet.

"Kreacher has been watching." He admitted.

"Maybe he knows where the real locket is." I said.

"Kreacher won't speak to a mudblood." He said in a cold tone.

His words didn't hurt me. Anytime we've been near Kreacher, he's treated me poorly. That's just how he was taught to think. The Black's were not the friendliest of folk.

"I told you to stop saying that word, Kreacher." Harry said sternly, then pulled out the fake locket, "Have you ever seen this before?"
Kreacher then scoffed.
"Tell me."

"It was master Regulus' locket." He stated.

"There were two of them." Harry explained, "Weren't there? Where is the other one?"

Kreacher bit his cheeks as thought, "It was here. In this house. But he took it. He came in the night and took many things, including the locket."

"Who took it?" Harry insisted in a softer voice, "Who took it, Kreacher?"

"Mundungus." He answered, "Mundungus Fletcher."

"Find him." Harry nodded.
And with a crack, Kreacher disappeared.
_________________________

As the day drew on, we waited for Kreatcher's return. It had been a few hours since he left. I wasn't worried though. I knew it would take a while to find Mundungus.
In the meantime, Ron and I were playing the piano that sat in the living room. He was doing just awful.
"You're doing it all wrong." I laughed.

"Excuse me? I'm a wonderful pianist." He joked as he continued to play.

"Here, let me show you." I smiled as I began to play the first few notes of Fur Elise.

Ron scrunched his eyebrows and tried his best to imitate me, but ended up pressing the wrong notes again.
"I guess you're right." He shrugged and chuckled, "I am a bit terrible."

"Slightly." I shrugged as I agreed in laughter.
As we were laughing, our hands touched on the piano. I stared at them for a moment, feeling emotions wash over me. I can't like him.
Then I slowly pulled away, looking up, catching his eyes.

He was staring directly back at me with lustful eyes. I know lust when I see it thanks to....well you know who.
Draco.
As I turned my attention towards Harry, I saw he was playing with his snitch and decided to sit with him.
"They have flesh memories, you know?" I asked him.

Harry looked to me in confusion, then looked down at the snitch.

"When the minister first gave it to you, I thought it would open at your touch." I explained, "Meaning Dumbledore would have hidden something inside of it."

Harry thought for a moment before we heard creaking in the other room.
Kreacher was back with Mundungus, and he wasn't alone. Dobby was helping Kreacher tackle Mundungus.
"Harry Potter! So good to see you!" Dobby exclaimed as the finally tackled him to the floor.

Before Mundungus could draw his wand, I took out mine, "Expelliarmus!"
His wand was tossed into the air and I caught it just as Ron entered the room.

"Dobby, what are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"Well, Dobby was only trying to help! Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagonal Alley which seemed curious. Then Dobby heard Kreacher say Harry Potter's name. And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief, Mundungus Fletcher." Dobby rambled on.

"You're a thief, Dung. Everyone knows it." Ron said to him.

"Master Weasley, so good to see you again!" Dobby exclaimed and shook his hand.

"When you turned this place over, and don't deny it, did you or did you not find a locket?" Harry asked.

Mundungus cocked his eyebrow, "Why? Was it valuable?"

"You sold it didn't you?" Ron exclaimed, "He's worried that he didn't get enough money for it!"

"I didn't get anything for it. Some ministry hag asked for my license, and said she'd lock me up. Probably would have done it too if she hadn't taken interest in that locket. Gave it to her for free, and she let me go." Mundungus explained.

"Who was she?" Harry asked.

Mundungus shrugged until he glanced to the Daily Prophet sitting on the floor, "Her! It was her right there."

Curious, I picked up the newspaper and gasped in shock. Delores. Delores Umbridge.
___________________________