The two hooded figures walked hurriedly down the street, keeping their heads down and mouths shut. Their cloaks were a dirty brown colour, covered in holes and dirt, not good for keeping them warm and dry in this constant rain.
They stopped in front of Weasley's wizard wheezes, now abandoned, with the magical items it once held long gone.
The first figure looked around to see if anyone was watching and hurried inside followed by the second one. Inside the shop it was colder than it was outside, but the pair ignored the cold and walked up to a mirror at the far end of the store "aperiret arcana," one said in a raspy voice and the mirror became no more than a mist that the hooded figures walked through.
"Harry, we have the medicine," Hermione ran to the foot or Harry's makeshift bed removing her hood, Luna doing the same. Harry coughed in reply as Hermione handed Neville the potion. He took the cork out pried open Harry's lips and forced the potion down his throat. After they were done the three sat at the table leaving Harry on the bed mumbling incoherently.
They ate the meal of stale bread and jam in silence; they didn't try to make small talk as they knew it would lead to the inevitable question. What did it matter if Harry got better again? He wouldn't be able to fight Voldemort and anyway what would be the point, they were the only ones of Harry's supporters left alive: Hermione, Luna and Neville. Ginny too, Hermione reminded herself, but she lived in the muggle world now, the adopted daughter of Mr and Mrs Granger. Of course Ginny didn't go willingly, Harry had he mind wiped before he sent her to live thereā¦
A knocking at the door of the shop interrupted her thoughts, "Open the door, at once," Blaze's voice sounded through the door. Had the authorities found where they were hiding? Luna raised her wand at the ceiling and whispered "videatur intrusus," the walls of the hidden room turned to glass, but only the people in the room could see through it.
A loud crash was heard and the door of the shop was ripped off its hinges. Blaze walked around the room then shouted orders at his masked figures followers, they took their places. He signalled to two of them to have a closer look at the mirror. They leaned in, inspecting it, one of them asked blaze something and he nodded they removed their masks and Hermione stifled a scream. The faces of the two men were mutilated beyond recognition. "If this is what they do to the supporters, I'd hate to know what they do to people like us," Hermione thought. Unluckily a certain ginger girl was finding out just that at that very moment in the Malfoy manor.
Ginny Weasley or Ginny Granger as she was now known screamed again "I don't know what you're talking about; I don't know any of these people!"
Malfoy sat in the chair at the back of the room bored, Voldemort had found out that the Weasley girl had her memory wiped over an hour ago, but Bellatrix insisted to keep on torturing her, 'for fun'. Draco didn't really like the idea of torturing purebloods, even if they were the Weasleys. This kind of thing was reserved for mudbloods only.
He sat down and looked at his hands for a while so he wouldn't have to look at the weasel, until he heard a high pitched screaming coming from the behind the door. His mother practically fell through it, her eyes wide and crazed, "Murder, murder," she spoke hurriedly and clung to Draco's robes.
Draco looked around to the masked death eaters and they began to pull the poor woman off him. She had been like this ever since his father's death, always whispering crazed things under her breath; she was scaring the house elves, so eventually he had to shut her in a room in a wing of the house where nobody ever went.
Although Draco wished his mother would regain her sanity Voldemort had been pleased about it. "A Prophesier would be useful," he had said. Only the insane could become proper prophesiers and his mother had become just that. She had known whenever Harry's followers would attack, but the Voldemort's army would always intercept them.
Draco didn't have time to ponder on this as the doors to the room burst open and Blaze stepped into the room, with a cruel smile.
