She has no idea how many times she has apparated, but she knows they are still tracking her. She can feel the surge of magic not too far behind her. She is panting heavily, not just from the excessive use of magic, but from running. From the corner of her eye she can see a blue flash. Unable to find cover in time it scrapes her upper leg, causing a deep cut. Somehow she manages to keep running. She disappears from the forest and reappears in a random paddock, cold rain sweeping into her face. Her thin t-shirt doesn't take long to get soaked. The world is spinning in front of her eyes as fatigue is trying to take over. Can she manage one more jump? She needs to find a more crowded place. Somewhere they won't dare to follow. After hiding for ten years they won't want to expose themselves. She gathers all the strength she has left, tightens her grip on her wand and disappears with a loud crackling noise. She staggers when she reappears, suddenly in the sun. It blinds her completely for a few seconds, causing her to run into someone. He lets out a muffled groan when the air is knocked out of his lungs, but keeps upright, catching her by her arms. She blinks a few times to regain her sight and looks up into his bright blue eyes. Their attention is drawn by two pops behind her. Before she even manages to turn, he pulls his wand from is belt and manages to get in front of her. He calls out protego, just before a flash of blue light hits them. It bounces back to the two cloaked and masked men that just appeared in what seems to be an overgrown garden. They disappear and the spell hits a fence instead. Some of the wooden balusters splinter to pieces. The blue-eyed man turns back to her. He has a square jaw and red hair, curling up in his neck. He's not very tall for a man but she can clearly see his muscles under his t-shirt and his lower arms show several burning wounds. If not for him still holding her arm, she would probably have fallen by now. Her leg is throbbing painfully and she has to struggle to catch her breath. "Everyone alright?" a man calls from behind them.

The voice startles her. She looks around to find there are more people in the garden. A tall young man with long red hair, which is tied up in a ponytail, is standing towards their right. He also has his wand out and is now glancing at her. Directly behind her is a building with a very unusual shape. The stories seem to have been put on top of each other completely at random, causing them to stick out in unlikely places. The ground floor is made out of grey bricks, the top floors have a wooden exterior. In front of a large door, a short, plump woman and a tall, somewhat skinny man are looking at the others in turn. They both have red hair as well. "I think we're good dad," the muscular man calls back, before looking down at her. "Are you alright?"

She just stares back at him for a moment, unable to come up with a reply. "I think so," she finally mutters, although that's far from the truth.

He gives her a small smile and finally, but it doesn't match the concerned expression on his face. She jumps when someone suddenly puts a hand on her shoulder. Her leg gives out and she ends up sitting in the high grass. "I'm sorry dear," the woman says, while squatting down next to her. "I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Molly Weasley, and these are my husband Arthur, and my eldest sons Charlie and Bill."

Mrs. Weasley points at them in turn. The young woman sitting in the grass hesitates while pressing a hand against her bleeding leg. She has heard the name Weasley before. Her caretakers call them blood traitors. Would they recognize her name? And if they do, how will they respond? She has no idea if his real name is known to the wizarding population. "What is your name dear?" Mrs. Weasley asks, when the frightened girl stays quiet.

"I'm Yvanna Riddle," she finally answers.

None of them seem very alarmed. "Who were those people?" Bill asks, from a short distance away.

He is still holding his wand and seems to be keeping a sharp eye on the surroundings. His father is doing the same while he mutters almost inaudible, "With those masks on they looked an awful lot like death eaters."

"They are death eaters," Yvanna replies, struggling to remain conscious. "But I don't think there will be any more of them. They don't want the wizarding world to know they are still out there."

Mr. Weasley looks at her sharply. "Where you with them?"

She meets his blue eyes a little startled by the sharp tone in his voice. "Not voluntary. I was trying to get away from them."

He opens his mouth to ask another question, but Mrs. Weasley puts up a hand. "I think the interrogation can wait for a bit. Come inside dear. We need to have a look at that leg before you bleed out."

Yvanna looks at her hand and notices blood trickling through her fingers. She doesn't really want to go inside, but it seems that she doesn't have much choice. She starts to get up, but the effort is too much for her. The exhaustion finally catches up as the world turns black.

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