harry potter: the twins who lived

chapter forty-seven.

Hermione’s shriek echoes in emma’s ears, falling to the ground, as the death eaters attack.
“ stop!” shouts xenophilius as he walks outside of the house, “ i’ve got them!”
Emma groans as she crawls on the floor, her hand outstretched, grabbing harry, hermione and ron’s as they apparate.
“ that treacherous little bleeder,” ron growled, “ is there no one we can trust?”
“ they kidnapped her because he supported us,” harry said, “ he’s just desperate.”
“ i’ll do the enchantments,” said ron.
“ guys,” emma pants when looking around.

They had been surrounded by snatchers, emma catching notice of fenrir, and immediately they began running.
“ well don’t hang about snatch them.”
She could feel the adrenaline pumping in her blood, the snaps of twigs reaching her ears, as they ran at full speed. All four pant for breath as they run, the snatchers following behind them, down the vast and quiet forest. Spells are casted at them, hermione yelling, as they continued to run. Her lungs burned as she ran, heart hammering against her ribcage, as she could hear them getting close. She zips past various trees, turning only slightly, using a counterspell as she ran.

She gasps falling to the ground with a thud, looking down, as she had been hit with a incarcerous spell.
“ a weak little one she is,” fenrir grins as he looked at emma, “ yet very willful.”
“ don’t you touch her!” she heard ron’s shout as she is dragged towards them.
“ leave him!” hermione cries.
“ your boyfriend will get much worse than that…”  
“ get off me!”
“ let them go!” emma cries.

“ what happened to you ugly?” the leader scabior asked, “ not you, you.”
“ what’s your name?” he asked harry.
“ vernon,” said harry, “ vernon dudley.”
“ check it,” he walks towards hermione, “ and you my lovely...what do they call you?”
“ penelope clearwater, half-blood.”
“ change of plan,” said scabior, “ we’re not taking this lot to the ministry.”
Emma struggled against one of the snatcher, who held his grip on her arm, nearly stopping her arms circulation.

Emma immediately recognized a figure walking towards the gate, it was bellatrix lestrange, her cold eyes meeting emma’s as she smirked. Scabior pushed harry against the gate, bellatrix examining him, as scabior moved harry’s hair out of the way.
“ get draco,” she whispers.
They were dragged into the hall, draco walking in slowly, as bellatrix showed him harry.
“ well?” she asked.
“ i can’t be sure,” said draco.
“ draco,” lucius whispers as he walks towards draco, “ look closely son.”

Emma caught sight of a fairy, who had been floating beside draco’s head, the creature having noticed her with a gasp.
“ don’t interfere,” she mouths to the fairy.  
“ now we won’t be forgetting who actually caught them i hope,” scabior’s loud voice snaps emma into attention, “mister malfoy.”
“ you dare to talk to me like that in my own house?” lucius growls.
“ lucius,” narcissa malfoy stops him.
“ don’t be shy sweetie,” bellatrix urges draco, “ come over.”
“ now if this isn’t who we think it is draco and we call him,” she informs, “ he’ll kill us all.”

“ we need to be absolutely sure.”
“ what’s wrong with his face?” draco asked.
“ yes what is wrong with his face?” bellatrix asked.
“ he came to us like that,” said scabior, “ something he picked up in the forest i reckon.”
“ or ran into a stinging jinx,” said bellatrix as she looked at hermione, “ was it you dearie?”
“ give me her wand,” she demands, “ we’ll see what her last spell was.”
“ ah got you,” she cackles but suddenly gasps.