[COMPLETED]
❝Want a picture, Malfoy?❞
❝I wouldn't say no, Henderson.❞
In which, Lillian Henderson, a gryffindor, has to gather all the courage she has to help her friends fight the Ministry of Magic currently overtaking Hogwarts, as a certain Slythe...
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« THE MALFOY MANOR »
"That treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust?" Ron bursted as Lillian had to focus hard not to throw up.
"They kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate."
"I'll do the enchantments."
Ron choked and almost fell over as he recognized snatchers. Lillian turned around and shrieked as she saw the three of them, one particularly close from her.
"Hello, beautiful," one of them said to Hermione who fell and was quick to rise back on her feet as he watched her quickly walk away.
The four teenagers started running in the same direction, Harry giving a quick look at Lillian who was now far ahead.
"Well, don't hang about, snatch them."
It was like the ground didn't want her to move as fast as she could. The air was wrapping around every single one of her steps, the girl jumping above trees and slipping on some leaves but never once slowing down. And, when she thought, she was far enough, she would look back and see them coming closer. She had swiftly avoided every single spell so far, praying for their luck to turn around.
Her mouth had dried down, as she inspected her surroundings to find a place where they could hide. But it was just a gigantic forest. With no escape. Lillian opened her eyes in surprise as she noticed some more a little far ahead, silently waiting for the girl to be close enough. She tripped over a tree trunk just when she felt a spell hit her right on the chest, paralyzing her.
She screamed in between her teeth as three men forcefully made her walk by their sides, "Let go of me, you piece of shit!"
"Hey! Let her go!" Ron yelled as he had been caught as well.
Lillian tried everything to make them let go, but in vain, they were too many as she noticed Hermione and Harry had surrendered.
"Don't touch her," Ron screamed as he was kicked in the stomach, causing Lillian to yell in terror.
"Leave him," Hermione begged.
"Your boyfriend will get worse than that if he doesn't learn to behave himself."
"Let go of me!"
"What happened to you, ugly?" the man asked to Harry, who was hard to recognize at this point. "No. Not you. What's your name?"
"Dudley. Vernon Dudley."
"Check it."
Lillian couldn't help but kick the men as hard as she could. Up until she had a wand pressed against her neck so strongly it felt like she could die at any second.
"And you? My lovely, what do they call you?"
"Penelope Clearwater, half-blood."
The man looked over at Lillian, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he took small but quick steps in her direction. She could feel her blood boiling down her veins and she wondered if now was the moment where they would all die.
