Colours - h.potter

announcements in pink

"That treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust?"

"They kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate. I would've done the same if I had a child in that situation." Lyra's heart rate quickened at the mention of a child as her and Hermione's eyes met.

A snap of a twig. The quartet had been found by the snatchers. "Hello, beautiful." 

Running. That's all the four of them knew at the moment. They had to run faster than they've ever ran before. With adrenaline and fear pumping through their veins, they casted spells in all directions.

Lyra and Hermione met, surrounded by figures. "If Harry comes, cast something at him, make him unrecognizable." Lyra pleaded, Hermione nodding in response as they spotted the bespectacled figure running towards them, the bushy haired girl casted a spell, sending him to the ground.

Lyra pulled him up. "The Hallows exist. But he's only after one of them, the last one. He knows where it is." Harry's face was completely swollen. "He's gonna have it by the end of the night. You-Know-Who's found the Elder Wand." Lyra was ripped away from him, yelling in protest as she watched Ron and Hermione being held back too.

"What happened to you, ugly?" Both Harry and the man who had a grip on him turned to the snatcher. "No, not you. What's your name?"

"Dudley. Vernon Dudley."

"And you, gorgeous, what do they call you? You've got an engagement and a wedding ring on your finger."

"Lavender Brown." Lyra snatched her left hand out of the man's grasp as he turned to Hermione.

"Penelope Clearwater. Half-Blood."

"There's no Vernon Dudley on here."

"Hear that, ugly? The list says you're lying. How come you don't want us to know who you are?" Fenrir Greyback's face was awfully close to Harry. "The list is wrong. I told you who I am." The man who'd just been near Hermione inspected Harry's swollen face. 

"Change of plan. We're not taking this lot to the Ministry." Well shit.

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The quartet found themselves in Malfoy Manor, Hermione and Ron being held down while Lyra was by Bellatrix, who'd been forcing Draco to try and recognize Harry's deformed face.

"I can't be sure."

"Look closely, son. If we were the ones to and Potter over to the Dark Lord everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?" Lucius Malfoy trembled, a sigh Lyra Potter never thought she'd see.

"Now, we won't be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope, Mr. Malfoy."

"You dare to talk to me like that in my own house?" Bellatrix brought Draco closer to Harry, not before meeting the pleading eyes of Lyra. "Now, if this isn't who we think it is, Draco, and we call him, he'll kill us all. We need to be absolutely sure."

"What's wrong with his face?"

"He came to us like that. Something he picked up in the forest, I reckon."

Bellatrix turned to Lyra. "Or a stinging jinx. Was it you, dearie? Take my pathetic niece's wand, check what her last spell was." The woman cackled, instantly stopping as she saw the sword of Gryffindor in the hand of a snatcher. "What is that?"

"It was in her bag when we searched her. Reckon it's mine now." Bellatrix cast a spell at the snatcher, summoning a snake and choking another one, sword in hand. "Get out! Cissy, put the boy in the cellar! I want to have a chat with her. Family to family."