I walked into the living room of the mansion I called home. I never really felt at home anymore, not with Auntie Bella breathing down my neck, asking me questions about the most wanted boy in the wizarding world and the Dark Lord glaring at everyone and leaving everyone feeling as if they had to run for their life first chance they got.
The most wanted boy, Harry, was the most wanted in Death Eater and non-Death Eater homes. Either people wanted him dead, or people wanted to know he was safe and trying to kill Voldemort. I wouldn't say anything, but I wanted him to kill Voldemort. I could tell that most Death Eaters were just Death Eaters to keep themselves and their family safe. I was pretty sure that that's why my family was in this.
I looked around the living room that my mum kept so tidy for Voldemort. He's just pop in and really annoy my mum. She liked organization, but it's not like she could just ask the Dark Lord to call before he came, now could she?
Next thing I knew, a snatcher brought three teenagers in that he thought would be Harry Potter himself with his two friends. Auntie Bella called me over and I looked at them. Someone had obviously done a spell to Harry's face.
"What's wrong with his face?" I accidentally said out loud. I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. I wanted to help them and yet here I was, drawing attention to them.
Aunt Bella noticed it too and went to find their wands to find what spell was produced last. She went to Hermione's wand. I knew that Ron wouldn't be smart enough to think fast enough to do something to let someone not recognize him.
I looked right at Harry with fear in my eyes, he shared the same expression. Either, I told them that it was Harry Potter and my family gets a reward and I stay alive, but Harry dies, or I lie and have the possibility of dying if they were to find out that it actually was Harry.
My mind was racing and Bella asked again, my dad was urging me, hoping that it was him.
"It's… Hard to tell." Harry could tell I was lying, but I stood up, hoping that they would just give up in making me guess if it was him or not.
My dad pulled me aside and told me not to say it was him without fully being sure that it was, to not make the Dark Lord upset. I just nodded. I was so tired of all of this, but I wasn't brave enough to stand up for myself. Not for dying.
I watched as Ron and Harry were pulled to the dungeons and Hermione was yelled at because Aunt Bella found out that Hermione had the sword of Gryffindor. How she got it, I didn't know. I just walked to the next room. I didn't have the stomach to see what Bellatrix was going to do to Hermione.
I kind of knew that they probably had a plan to get out.
As much as I hated to say it, it was nice to see the 'perfect' trio all banged up and broken.
It let me know that they weren't unbreakable.
Like I'm figuring out that I'm not.