Emulator (Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover) - Book 7

Chapter 19

Lexi's POV

Ron shouted, "Snatchers!", and instantly, the four of us took off running. Harry stuck close by me, constantly making sure he wasn't leaving me behind. It was me who should be worried about leaving him behind.

The Snatchers started firing at us and we kept running, hoping to God that their aim wasn't spot-on.

Harry suddenly tripped over a root and went rolling. I stopped, only worried about Harry, but started running again when he quickly got back on his feet and took off running again.

I could see Hermione still running out of my peripheral vision, but I couldn't see Ron. He heart started pounding, not from physical exertion but in worry for my friends. I quickly thought over in my head the possibility of phasing and whether that would help us, but all the ideas I thought of were cons. 

I kept running, somehow losing Harry, and stopped when I reached Hermione in a small clearing. I realised why she stopped, as we were surrounded by Snatchers. I was hoping they wouldn't kill us on sight.

Harry came running down into the clearing and Hermione shot a charm at him that flung him on the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I shouted at her, running over to check if Harry was okay. His face was morphing, like he had just drank Polyjuice. His face swelled up like he was attacked by mosquitoes

"Helping him!" Hermione shouted back, grabbing his glasses and shoving them in her bag. Harry was now unrecognisable, unless someone decided to brush his hair away on his forehead.

The Snatchers had reached us and they pulled me away from Harry, as I screamed. Harry's swollen face twisting into a look of anguish as he couldn't help me, not this time. He, too, was held by Snatcher.

"Get off me, you faggot!" I shouted, thrashing about in the Snatcher's arms.

"Oh, this one has quite the tongue on her, hasn't she?" He cackled, not letting me out of his arms.

A Snatcher had also grabbed Hermione, and Ron was pushed into the clearing by other Snatchers.

"Get your hand off her!" Ron shouted at the Snatcher who had Hermione.

"Too bad you can't save your girlfriend, isn't it?" Hermione's Snatcher taunted.

"Who's this ugly critter?" The supposed 'lead Snatcher' asked me. "You seem to be pretty close with him,"

The creep stroked his finger down my cheek as I spat saliva onto his face. He recoiled his fingers from my face, pulling his hand back before bringing it down against my cheek, slapping me. He wiped my spit off his face and asked me again, wand pointed at my throat.

"Who is he?!" He shouted, his face inches from mine. I could smell the man's horrible breath and I struggled to refrain from gagging. He dug his wand into my neck, about to fire, when Harry spoke up.

"Vernon Dudley! That's what my name is!" The head-Snatcher reluctantly took his wand away from my neck and turned to Harry. One of his Snatchers checked in what seemed to be a list of people. The booklet-thing had the signature Ministry logo on the front.

"There's no Vernon Dudley in here,"

"Why don't you want us to know your name?" The lead Snatcher asked, before putting the pieces together in his mind. He slowly brushed the hair on Harry's forehead away with his wand, revealing the iconic scar.

"Change of plan, men. We won't be taking these four to the Ministry,"

"Where are we going, then?"

"Malfoy Manor,"