Of Muggles and Magic - A Harry Potter Fanfic [HIATUS]

Chapter 16 - Trapped

This chapter is dedicated to Sora_Akatsuki!! Happy reading!

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Jin Ha pov:

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys in a few days," I said, looking over Harry, Ron and Hermione as we stood in London's grand railway station. People were bustling about while we stood with our trunks beside us. Placed on my trunk in his cage was Jung. He squeaked every now and then while looking around, clearly wishing to be let out to fly freely – which I would do when we were out of the station.

"Yeah, we'll see you at my brother's wedding," agreed Ron, smiling. "Don't miss it or my mom's going to make a fuss."

"I won't miss it, Ron, don't worry," I agreed, smiling. It was probably going to be the last light moment of our lives before the war began.

With another word of goodbye, we parted ways. I walked through the railway station slowly, tugging my luggage behind me and with my thoughts wandering. It had been just a few days since the Death Eaters had invaded Hogwarts and Snape had killed Dumbledore. Things were chaotic and everyone was in panic, worried about what would happen in the near future. Things had partially settled down – temporarily anyway – and all us students were heading home for break now with heavy and anxious hearts.

While everyone else was busy worrying about how to survive, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were busy brainstorming on how we could find Voldemort's Horcruxes and destroy them one by one so when he was defeated in person, he wouldn't have any other way to come back to life again and take over the world with his deranged desire of creating a world with only pure blood witches and wizards.

Thanks to Madam Pomphrey, all my injuries were healed with no scars remaining. Her medicine worked wonders on my older scars too – all of them were gone except for a light remainder of a very deep wound I had got on my upper back on the left side. I didn't bother taking care of that one completely because it made me feel connected to the SIA and the memories I had with work. Madam Pomphrey had also given me a tonic that kicked up my endurance and overall energy level so I felt much stronger than any other time before.

Now that the school was pretty much taken over by the Death Eaters, Harry couldn't return. In fact, he was very unsafe at the moment and there was no way he could remain with his Muggle family either – not that he would want to in the first place, considering how they'd always been to him – and he would be moved to a safer location by the Order soon. Surely Voldemort and other Death Eaters would try to kill Harry when that happened so careful planning was being made to prevent that. In the midst of all these complications, Hermione had confessed that she was going to wipe out the memories of her parents in order to keep them safe – they were Muggles and she didn't want them to get involved in the war in any way – they would have no way to protect themselves in the first place. It was really admirable of her to be so strong but it was also obvious that she was really pained even at the mere thought of losing her parents forever.

Besides coming up with a good enough plan to fight against Voldemort, I had to worry about the publicity I would have to face because of the investigation Officer Jang was doing on me and Seung Ho that had got printed in the papers for the world to see. I hoped that my mother and father were alright with all the questioning and attention they were surely being subjected to because of it. I was quite sure that they would have been really shocked to know about my hidden identity when Ajusshi told them about it too. I hadn't contacted them because of all that was going on in Hogwarts and I was a little unsure of how to face them now. Well, I still had a couple of hours to prepare myself for it thanks to the flight back home.

"How stressful," I mumbled while ruffling my hair in annoyance.

I shook my head and rummaged through my simple over the shoulder purse for my flight ticket, pulling it out and looking over the details. I had another hour and a half until my flight departed and it would take less than twenty minutes to get to the airport from the railway station. Check-in would be a rush but it was something I had got used to, having done it several times already.