The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 60

A/N- hi guys! i skipped over the ministry part, sorry. i've just never been a huge fan of it and it was quite boring to try writing, but i hope you like this chapter anyway. enjoy!

Word Count: 2098

Our scheme at the Ministry of Magic ended in nothing less than disaster and chaos. After we took the locket from Umbridge, all hell broke loose, and we ended up in some random forest I'd never seen before rather than the comfort of Grimmauld Place. Ron had been splinched, and we were using the same tent we'd used years ago at the Quidditch World Cup as shelter along with dozens of protective enchantments. We all agreed it best not to stay in one place too long. One night, after we'd moved to the outskirts of a small town, I ventured into the Muggle village in hopes of finding proper food other than mushrooms and boiled water but found the place crawling with Dementors, and for some odd reason, I was unable to conjure a Patronus.

"But you can make a brilliant Patronus!" Ron exclaimed when I arrived back at the tent empty-handed and breathing heavily. Harry helped me over to one of the armchairs where I threw myself down out of both frustration and fatigue.

"Couldn't... couldn't make one," I panted, holding the stitch in my side.

"So we still haven't got any food."

"Shut up, Ron," Hermione snapped. "What happened, Y/n?"

"I don't know," I answered bitterly, feeling vaguely humiliated. Ron kicked the leg of a chair, making both Hermione and I shoot him glares.

"What?" he snarled at the both of us. "I'm starving! All I've had since I bled half to death is a couple of toadstools!"

"You go fight your way through the dementors then!" I shouted in response, standing from my seat against Harry and Hermione's quiet protests.

"I would, but my arm's in a sling, in case you hadn't noticed!"

"Oh, that's convenient!"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a lazy piece of sh—"

"Of course!" cried Hermione, interrupting our shouting match and clapping a hand to her forehead. She had stunned both of us into silence. For a moment, I thought she was agreeing with me, and I resisted the urge to laugh. "Y/n, give me the locket! Come on," she said impatiently, snapping her fingers in my face when I looked at her dumbfoundedly, "the Horcrux, Y/n, you're still wearing it!"

I lifted the golden chain over my head and placed it into her outstretched palm. The moment it parted from my fingertips onto hers, the feeling of irritation left almost immediately and my shoulders felt lighter.

"Better?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah— yeah, a lot actually."

"Y/n," she said hesitantly, "you don't think you've been possessed, do you?"

"No, no, of course not!" I answered. "I remember everything I've done while wearing it. Ginny said before that there were times she couldn't remember what she had been doing."

Harry took the locket from Hermione's hand and placed it around his own neck as she said, "We can take turns wearing it if we don't want to just leave it laying around, so nobody keeps it on too long."

"Great," said Ron irritably, and I had to force myself not to roll my eyes at his behaviour, "and now that we've sorted that out, can we please get some food?"

"Fine, but we'll go somewhere else to find it," said Hermione with half a glance in my direction. "There's no point in staying when we know dementors are swooping around."