Sometimes different words collide. Sometimes by accident. Sometimes by fate. Sometimes by the cruel hands of those who hunt you. This is what happens when the lines overlap.

The light is streaming through the sheet of tent above me, I roll over and pull the covers over my head as I try to get back to sleep. The task seems impossible now as the birds outside begin their morning song. "Oh, shut up," I murmur as I shove my pillow over my head.

"Someone's cheery this morning," says a gruff voice.

I roll over to see Ron with a huge grin on his face, "Urgh! It should be illegal to be up this early," I say as I sit up and rub my eyes.

Harry enters the tent and freezes, "Did I just enter a parellel universe? Isn't Ron supposed to be the tired one and you the wide awake, alert one?"

Ron rolls his eyes, "Give her a break, mate. She's tired, give her some time."

Harry sits down opposite him, "She's done the exact same work as me and I've been up since the crack of dawn collecting fire wood." He scowls at Ron, "Which you were meant to be helping me with. I trust you spent your time wisely," he says.

I sit there in silence as the boys talk, they don't seem to notice me as I jump down from the bed. I yawn and stretch as they continue on with their chat. I smile to myself as Ron stutters over his words, "I-I-I-I was keeping an ear out for the radio, just in case something is announced. I need to make sure my family is safe."

Harry nods, "I'm sure that's not the only reason, I think the other reason is a very grumpy female," he says as he winks at Ron.

I clear my throat, "Guys, I'm right here," I wave my left hand at them as they turn to look at me. Ron jumps a little, he must have forgot I was behind him. His face starts to go a deep red in colour as he clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck in the awkward silence. "Anyway, we need to leave soon. Start packing your things, we need to move, we have some Horcruxes to hunt."

Harry grumbles, "Aaaaand Hermione is back. Let's get to it, Ron."

Ron nods his agreement as I pick up clean clothes and a wash bag, "I'm just going to get washed, I'll see you guys in a bit. Try have everything packed for my return."

I leave before they can answer, the sound of Harry's chair scraping back fills the air as I start the ten minute walk to the secluded stream. I close myself off from my mind as I take in the world around me, the vivid green of the moss that covers the ground as I walk. The vibrant yellow of the daffodils growing in the Spring. I stop to pick one, I continue on my walk while smelling the sweet aroma of the flower. I start to hear the gushing of the stream as I approach my destination. My mood lifts as I set my things down. I run my hand through my bushy brown hair as I sit down for a short while, to take a breather before I prepare myself for the day ahead. I imagine Harry and Ron back at the tent, I can see that they aren't doing their job in tidying up. Knowing them, they are clowning around, probably charming the furniture to fight each other. I roll my eyes at the thought and smile. Ron and Harry mean the world to me, one as a brother, the other... means a bit more. Things were going great since he came back. I slowly forgave him for deserting me. I guess that story about the ball of light really got to me, it showed me another side to Ron that I haven't seen before. A romantic side that I'm slowly falling for.

I wash quickly as I distract myself from thoughts of Ron, I still find myself smiling as I get my clean clothes and start to dress. I decide to tie my hair back into a high ponytail, it is more practical for the mission we are on. Our task; kill Voldemort. It's proving to be harder than we originally thought but we have some of them destroyed already, with the help of the deceased Albus Dumbledore, we have been working to decipher the clues to find the resting places of those final horcruxes.

I finally start to head back as I check my watch, I've been away from the boys for about forty-five minutes. I think by this time they should have some amount of packing done, we really need to move fast. Especially with the rise in Snatchers and Death Eaters out for Harry's head on a stick. The smile disappears from my face as I come across the daffodil patch that I previously passed on my way out. The flowers were trampled and destroyed, someone had come this way and in a hurry. "Ron, Harry," I gasp as the realization hits me. "No!" The tracks from the patch indicate at least five or six men. This means we are outnumbered.

I drop my belongings and draw my wand, I pick up my pace and race back to our tent. Confusion hits me as the air is still and no sound enters my ears, the world is deathly silent, the only sound I hear is coming from the crunch of my soles as they slap down on the ground. The cold grips at my lungs as I charge ahead, my breath coming in hard and fast.

I eventually make it to the tent and it looks normal, no disruption to it's appearance. I kneel down to check the ground for tracks, I'm no expert but as far as I can tell, the only tracks around belong to me. I enter the tent slowly, wand raised. "Ron, Harry," I mutter into the wind. Tapping sounds fill the stale air as I freeze, I search with my eyes for the noise and discover it's just the rain outside starting up. Hopefully it will wash away my tracks, I should have done that myself. I cursed to myself as I advance futher into the tent, not making a sound as I look around.

Before I could react, a hand clamps over my mouth and waist then yanks me back. I am about to scream when Harry's glasses and piercing green eyes come into view. I realise that the hand that covers my mouth is Ron's. Harry rolls his eyes, "Ron, you can let her go now," he whispers.

Ron's hand let's go off my mouth but his other hand remains on my waist, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he whispers into my ear.

"It's ok, what's going on?" I whisper to them both.

I notice Harry's hand is gripped around his wand, he's preparing to fight if needed. I notice Ron do the same as he uses his other hand to take his wand out of his jeans. "Two snatchers, we had to hide," he whispers again.

I frown, "That's not possible, the charms, how did they get through?"

Ron bites his lip, "That's my fault, I took them down too early, I should have waited for you to come back. I'm sorry, Hermione, this is my fault."

I place one of my hands over his, "Don't blame yourself, this isn't your fault," I say as I try to smile at him.

Harry bounces on his heels, "I have a plan, we either run for it now or we fight. What do you say?" He looks at us both, waiting for an answer.

Ron nods at him, "I say we take them on, we can beat them," he says.

I shake my head, "No, we can't, Ron. How many did you say were in here?"

Harry whispers, "Two."

I think for a minute, the tracks I saw at the patch, the lack of noise, "That means there is at least three or four more of them out there. I found tracks earlier, about six men in total. We are outnumbered. We need to run," I say.

It takes a while but they finally agree on running. We prepare ourselves physically and mentally, the sounds of the kitchen being torn apart scares us slightly but we have no other choice. After three, we bolt from our hiding place. We duck at the spells being thrown at us as they begin to give chase. Harry is in the lead, leading us away from our enemy. Ron is running beside me, shouting random spells at the Snatchers. He manages to blow up a tree as his spell misses, "Great, Ron, keep it up. Give them obstacles."

"Bloody hell, I have no idea how I done that," he shouts over his own panting.

I point my wand at a hug birch tree and shout, "BOMBARDA!" The tree partially explodes and falls where we were moments before.

My pace starts to slow as I run out of energy, if I don't hurry, I will be killed or worse, taken to Voldemort. One of the Snatchers catches up to us and dives for my ankle, he manages to grab me and I find myself falling. We both fell sideways down a huge hill. The steepness and the speed of our tumble causes me to lose balance and I find myself being thrown violently down the slope, I felt a graze on my cheek as I thumped to a stop. I reach up gingerly and feel a cut bleeding on my cheek, I have no time to play nurse to myself as the Snatcher regains his balance and starts on me again. I get up and run in the opposute direction, I have no idea where I am going but I have to keep moving. I hear Ron and Harry shouts from a distance as they search for me, I send up red sparks with my wand as I speed up.

I manage to trip up again but this time, I hit something and I feel my body being yanked from the ground, my head spins as the world dissolves into a haze of colours that blend into each other, I can't distinguish what is what as I close my eyes.

After what seems like a lifetime, I feel my body connect with the ground again. Only it's not grass or moss like the forest that we were running through. No, I smack off concrete before being pulled to my feet. Then a loud booming voice sounds...

"Look here, we have our first volunteer!"

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