Stolen From Me
A dialogue between various characters

"What are we going to do! 1,400,000 galleons!" Shouting.

"It's okay, Hermione."

"No it isn't, Harry. It's not okay."

"Hermione..."

"£7,000,000!"

"But-"

"What?"

"Calm down. It's okay."

"No Harry, it's not oky. This is my baby. Those poeople have her. They want 1,400,000 galleons, Harry!" Sobbing.

"Hermione, I'll get the money. I promise. I promise."

"No, Harry. You can't get the money." Crying.

"Hermione..."

"Harry. You're job isn't going to well. My job isn't going to well. No one will buy my books and no one even needs aurors anymore."

"Listen, Hermione. I will get the money. I will, I promise." Trying.

"Don't promise, Harry!"

"Harry, they've sent another letter..." Gasping.

"What does it say Hermione?"

"If we can't get the money within two days... They want me instead."

"Oh my God. Hermione." Disbelief.

"I'll go Harry."

"No"

"Yes."

"I won't let you."

"You can't stop me."

"I can." Confident.

"No Harry, I'm going." Unrelenting.

"I won't let you!"

"Don't tell anyone Harry. When Colette is older and asks where her mummy is, tell her that her mummy left because she loved her." Sad.

"Hermione."

"No, Harry. Tell her. For me. It is my last wish." Pleading.

Gone.

Small Town. Scotland.

"Where is Colette?"

"What a beautiful name for a little girl. Saint of those who have lost a parent. Especially the little children." I beg your pardon?

"Where is she?"

"Dead."

"But... In your letter... You said that if I came, she would be returned safely!" Shit.

"I lied."

"What?"

"Oh Hermione. You still can't take a joke, can you?"

"You fucking idiot!"

"Yes me. What did you expect?"

"You knew that we couldn't get the money. I trusted you."

"Of course."

"That is why you asked for me instead, isn't it?"

"Still got the brains I see. Nothings changed since then."

"That was then. This is now. And right now I hate you beyond reason." Anger. Hate. Rage.

"That's not a nice thing to say."

"You haven't done very nice things."

"Colette should have been mine."

"No. She shouldn't have been. That was a year ago. I was 19. Young. Careless. It meant nothing to me."

"It meant everything to me."

"You said you were over it."

"I'll never get over you."

"Well you're just going to have to!"

"I won't."

Portkey.

"Touch it!"

"No"

"I said touch it!" A dagger.

"I want to see Colette again." Touching.

"Thats a good girl." Smile.