HI GUYS! Welcome to another addition of "so i think i can write fan fiction".
I've been thinking of an idea for weeks and i now think i have it all mapped out ready to write.
What if Harry and Ron didn't get taken to Malfoy Manor when the snatchers came? What if the trio was separated?
I'll only say this once, I don't own this enterprise, we all know who does. I do own most of the words below, apart from some initial lifting of words from pages 355-365 of Deathly Hallows to get us started. For those who haven't read the books in a long time, the trio doesn't stumble upon snatchers after leaving the Lovegoods (as per the movie). They're in the tent, listening to the wireless when the taboo is broken (Stupid Harry).
Anyhoo, please, enjoy and review. I do this for you guys... No, just kidding, this is purely for me and my desire to escape into this incredible world that was created for all of us.
"I've got it, I've got it. The password was Albus. Get in here Harry!" Ron called excitedly, as the trio sat one March day, trying to figure out what their next move should be. They had spent the last several months tracking down horcruxes and only slightly closer to ridding the world of Voldemort than when they started.
They had so far managed to acquire the locket and the sword of Gryffindor and had only vague ideas of where to look next. Their most recent discovery was that of the Deathly Hallows, which was continually on Harry's mind.
Ron's excited voice was a welcome distraction in an otherwise mundane day. They had been trying for weeks to figure out what the password for the Wireless was so they could hear some word from the outside world. Hearing the voice of Lee Jordan relaying a list of the names of people who had most recently lost their lives was bitter sweet, as they were desperate for news of the outside to ensure the safety of people they cared about, but saddened to hear of the loss of so many.
Kingsley Shacklebolt discussed the impact upon the muggle world before the unmistakable voice of Lupin joined them. Harry was pleased to hear his voice and to know he was safe. Lupin was proclaiming without a doubt that he knew Harry was alive. He wished more than anything that he could reach out and let them know, but that would risk sacrificing everything they had achieved in the past 8 months. It wasnt much, but it was more than when they started out. The unmistakable and cheery voices of Fred and George joined the conversation and with their usual witty jokes and humour, Harry, Ron and Hermione had managed a laugh for the first time in a long time.
They had discovered, within the wireless discussion that Xenophilius Lovegood had been imprisoned, Hagrid had just narrowly escaped, after hosting a "Support Harry Potter' party in his hut before coming to an end and Voldemort may or may not be out of the country.
"But did you hear what Fred said?" asked Harry excitedly, "He's abroad! He's still looking for the elder wand, I knew it!"
"Harry…"
"Come on Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol…"
"HARRY, NO!"
"…demort's after the elder wand!"
"The name's taboo" Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as a loud crack sounded outside the tent.
As the trio held their breath, the sneakoscope on the table lit up and began to spin. They could hear voices outside that were coming nearer and nearer. Rough, excited voices.
"Come out here with your hands up!" sounded one of the voices, "You're surrounded by half a dozen wands and we don't care who we curse!"
Everything seemed to happen at once as the three of them complied. Hermione cast a jinx that made Harry unrecognizable before they exited the tent and came into the view of the snatchers. The three of them threw their wands at the feet of the snatchers when prompted and attempted to remain calm as they were questioned.
Time seemed a strange concept as the minutes ticked by. Questions were answered with whatever lie they could come up with, hearts were beating quicker than any of the thought possible and their breaths seemed to be numbered.
"Vernan Dudley, you're not on our list… Barney Weasley, did you say?" the snatcher asked Ron, who had provided a name that he hoped would throw them off. "Weasley…? You're related to the blood traitors!"
"The girl… Penelope Clearwater, was it? You're not on the list neiver" said another snatcher as he flipped through a pocket book. "What's your blood status girly?" he asked Hermione.
"Half blood" said Hermione, clearly terrified but managing to hold her composure.
"You lot look to be Hogwarts age, what are you doing camping out here?" he asked.
"We left" Ron said.
"You know the dark lords name's been tabooed, don't ya's?" asked the snatcher who was nearest to Harry. "Some of them lot from the Order of the Phoenix have been snatched that way… Anyhow, seeing as how you ain't on our lists, you can come with us till we sort it out. Tie them up with the other two prisoners" he ordered his fellow snatchers.
As the second snatcher began tying up the group, Hermione was taken aside.
"I'll take 'er separate" said the first snatcher. "I like 'er smell" he said.
"I really think…." Hermione began.
"You're not here to think girly, do as you're told, be who you say you are and there won't be any problems" he said.
As the third snatcher tied up the group, Harry noticed that the wands the group had thrown to the ground had not all been collected. They had thrown four wands in total, however the snatchers had only picked up three, the upside to them being dumb as doorposts. Harry pretended to stumble and fell to his knees, copping a kick to the ribs. The pain was worth it, as he collected the wand from under the leaves, slipping it up his sleeve in one swift motion.
"Dean?" Ron whispered when they were tied up.
"It is you! If they find out who you are… Merlin… They're only after truants that they can sell. Let's hope they don't realise" whispered a tired, thin, hungry looking Dean Thomas.
"I have a wand" whispered Harry, "I'm going to take out this one first then you grab the other wands" he said.
"At this, Dean's eyes darted down to Harry's sleeve and before anyone knew what had happened, he had taken the wand right from Harry's hand.
"Sorry Harry, but I can't go back to that place" he said, as he began to turn on the spot. Harry grabbed Dean's arm just in time to look to Hermione's terrified face and see the look of horror and shock, as they disapparated out of the forest.
Harry, Dean and Ron landed in a grassy field that Harry didn't recognise.
"What the fuck, Dean? What did you do?" Ron yelled as they got their bearings.
"I had to take the opportunity to get out of there. I'm sorry, but Hermione is the brightest witch of our age, she'll get away, surely" he said sheepishly.
"Not when you just bloody gave her away!" said Harry, running his hands through his hair in frustration, the stinging jinx wearing off and his face returning to normal.
"What do you mean?" asked Dean.
"We gave fake names... you said my name just before we left. I bet they've killed her by now or handed her over to you-know-who" Harry said.
"I… I'm sorry. I just… It's been so long. I haven't eaten, I haven't slept. You have no idea what it's like!" Dean said.
"Yeah… we do! We've been running since August, hiding our faces, eating mushrooms and dirt… " Ron yelled.
"Look, all this arguing isn't going to save Hermione, we need a plan" said Harry.
"Give us that wand and we'll go back" Ron said, closing in on Dean.
"Wait, I brought us here for a reason. There's some spare wands stashed over there in that barn. Some food too. If we can just stock up before we go it might make it easier" Dean said.
"Ok, but we get wands then we go straight back to that forest!" said Harry, authority radiating off him.
A few short minutes later, pockets filled with snacks and with two wands each, the small group disapparated to the forest where they had been only minutes earlier. They arrived prepared to fight immediately, to rescue Hermione and take her back to that barn, but when they arrived, all they saw was their tent, ransacked and abandoned.
Harry looked around, ran up to a nearby hill and looked as far as he could see in every direction. He saw no sign of Hermione or the snatchers anywhere.
"FUCK!" yelled Ron as he turned and punched Dean fair in the nose.
"You earned that" said Harry as he walked past the pair and into the tent.
As Harry gathered up whatever possessions the snatchers left behind, Ron and Dean approached, Dean holding his sleeve up to his nose.
"Look, I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I'll help you find her" he said with a shrug.
"Just another fucking thing to find… You better hope she's still alive, or you'll find yourself in whatever state she's in!" Ron said.
"At least we have this..." Harry said, holding up Hermione's beaded bag that had been hidden inside a pot.