Harry Potter Imagines

harry potter - through the dark

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I clutched the side of the tree, gasping for breath. Xenophilius Lovegood had just tried selling out Harry, Ron, Hermione and me to the Death Eaters in hopes of having his daughter returned to him. As much as I cursed that man for trying to give us up to the Death Eaters, I could hardly blame him. I'm sure if it came to getting back the ones I loved, I'd do anything as well. Although, the ones I loved were too far gone to be returned to me.

My parents were taken from me when I was young, murdered by none other than Bellatrix Lestrange before her imprisonment at the downfall of Voldemort. I was then raised by my muggle Aunty and Uncle who I loved to death, they had been the only family I had ever known as I was far too young to remember life at a time when I had both of my parents. Being raised by muggles had never bothered me, although it was a controversial thing among some pure-bloods which was something I learned upon attending Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy was a students in my year and he was born into a family of prestigious pure-blood families, famous not only for their status but their rumoured connection to Voldemort. Or course, that connection was hevaily denied by none other than the family itself, but many could not doubt that their long line of blood purity came with hatred and violence to those of 'impure' blood. Right from our first year, Malfoy took it upon himself to demonstarte his family's beliefs by making fun of me at every chance he got; he would constantly remind me that my blood was tarnished by the muggle to which I was related. In our first year at Hogwarts he called me a filthy Half-Blood who deserved to have her parents killed, saying it ought to have taught me a lesson that those of 'pure' blood are the ones with the real power. Harry Potter punched him in the face for saying that to me and since then him and I have been inseparable. We were also friends with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and while I couldn't be more grateful for their friendship, the four of us seemed to wind ourselves up in more trouble that all of the Hogwarts students combined.

In our first year Hermione, Ron and I helped Harry to fight Quirrel and Voldemort to protect the Philospher's stone. In our second year we uncovered the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. In our third year we saved Sirius Black and Buckbeak. In our fourth, we helped Harry with the Triwizard Tournament. In our fifth we established Dumbledore's Army and dealt with Umbridge. In our sixth year, Harry and I spent most of our time trying to convince Ron and Hermione that Malfoy was Death Eater all the while he was plotting to kill Dumbledore. And now, in what would be our seventh year, the four of us had decided not to attend Hogwarts and instead search for and destroy Horcruxes that would hopefully lead to Voldemort's ultimate demise.

Any hopes in having a moment of peace to calm down and catch my breath were now gone as the four of were now running from Snatchers thanks to Harry forgetting about the tabboo on Voldemort's name. I love Harry with all my heart but that boy could be a real idiot sometimes.

The attempt at escape was futile, the snatchers outnumbered us and we were too far separated from each other to try and apparate away. Once the snatchers had rounded the four of us up I noticed that Hermione must have cast a Stinging jinx on Harry's face to make him less recognisable, I hope for all our sake that it would be enough to fool them but knowing how valuable Harry was, I'm sure they'd take extra care to make sure he didn't slip through their fingers.

"Who are you then darlin'?" Snarled a snatcher.

"Daphne Greengrass." I uttered the name that first came to mind in my panicked state and as soon as I siad it I knew it was wrong. The Greengrass family were a high-status pure-blood family and I was certain that these snatchers would know that I was not Daphne. I cast an apologetic look towards the others.