She was ok for a Potter

Walk or die

Y/n had been walking for days, surviving off of table scraps and donations she had been getting from passers by. Whenever she saw that she needed to go onto the motorway, she would hop on the back of a passing lorry and jump off when she felt she needed to. She had been walking for days by now. She had no idea what day it was, let alone the time.

Finally, she made it to the edge of Ottery St. Catchpole. Relief flooded over Y/n as she knew her journey was almost over. (Yes, she may have just walked from London to Devon, but trust me, it's a lot shorter than you think. England is tiny.) Y/n didn't dare stop, she forced herself to keep walking. The other end of town was drawing nearer. Just a little further.

There was a group of shady people huddled in the shadows (naturally). Y/n thought nothing of them as she passed them by. Already a big mistake. The group cut her off her route by standing right in front of her.
"Sorry, can I just get by you there." Y/n asked awkwardly as she had next to no social skills with sketchy strangers. (Try saying that five times fast.) Y/n slowly put her bag down as she sensed she was going to need to be fast in the next few moments.The group then looked at each other and nodded. Then, out of nowhere, the middle guy lunged forward and rugby tackled Y/n, sending her crashing down to the concrete floor.
"Ow! Hey! What gives?!" Y/n yelled as she attempted to rub the back of her head.
"You know Gregorovietch?" One of them asked as they towered over Y/n.
"Yeah! For sure! Beat the guy in a fight! Why?!" She was then punched in the face twice by the guy who had her pinned to the floor.
"He was our boss. We here to avenge him. And get rid of problem." Y/n then heard a clicking noise and, as the guy got off of her to give her a chance at the fight that was soon to come, she saw that the clicking noise came from a gun that the guy who just spoke was pointing at her. Y/n's heart started to hammer in her chest, but she knew not to show it.
"Well I'll have you know, your not the first person to try and kill me. And seeing that I'm still alive now, killing me is gonna be more difficult than you thought." Y/n then round-housed the guy and bolted for it.

She ran up the side of a nearby building to try and get some distance between her and the bulgari-GANG (get it? Like Bulgarian, but their in a gang!😂 lol dad humour! Just really bad dad humour. All dads would hang their heads in shame at what I just attempted!😂). Y/n was having spells and jinxes shot at her as she ran across rooftops and swung of the lampposts. She had to make a huge leap at one point, she backed away to get a good run up, she leaped, and... BANG! BANG! She got shot in the side twice.

Luckily for Y/n Fred and George were nearby and managed to unarm the gang below. Y/n fell and crashed down to the concrete floor, tumbling on impact, she managed to sit herself up against a wall as she clutched her left side. She looked down and noticed that one of the bullets went straight through, whereas the other was still stuck in the flesh and blood. Blood menacingly dropped from the two bullet wounds and seeped through Y/n's fingers as she tried to stem the flow. Fred and George came over and helped Y/n up onto her feet. They hadn't quite gotten rid of the gang, who were standing around threateningly waiting for a command from their leader, but none of the members had their wands on them, so Y/n took that as a good sign.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the leader tackled Y/n from between Fred and George's grip and wrestled her to the ground. He repeatedly punched and kicked her as she repeatedly returned the hits. Both were quite bloody from the impacts of each hit. Y/n then swung her leg up and knocked the guy through the jaw, knocking him out. Y/n backwards rolled herself to standing and turned to face the rest of the gang.
"Yeah! Run away!" She yelled at them as they speedily dispersed.

"You alright Y/n?" Fred asked as he put Y/n's arm around his shoulder to help her back to the burrow.
"Yeah. Yeah. For sure. This is just seems to be an occupational hazard for me and my brother. Every time we step outside, someone wants us dead. Really is fun being us." Y/n said half sarcastically as she gave the twins a weak smile. George picked up Y/n's bag, which clinked as the half used bottles inside moved about.
"Bloody hell Y/n! What do you have in here?" George asked, remarking towards the surprising weight of Y/n's bag.
"Tell ya later. Gotta patch myself up first." Y/n said weakly as the three made their way towards the burrow. Nothing was said on the journey as, quite frankly, Y/n barely had the energy to walk, let alone keep up a conversation. She carried on clutching her side, blood still spilling out from the wound, no matter how har Y/n tried to cover it. Y/n struggled to keep her eyes open, fearing that if she were to close them, she would never awaken again.