Tell; why do you look at me

With such intense eyes?

Why do you laugh, tease

and corrupt me,

With your sweet'nd mouth?

"Your boyfriend will get much worse than that if he doesn't learn to behave himself."

I froze in the arms of the Snatcher who desperately tried to hold me. The same man who awaited us after escaping from the Lovegood house came down the steep, broad hill with arrogant, yet elegant steps. Before I could have a longer look at him, he turned to Harry –whose face was entirely misshapen by that time- and Greyback.

"And what happened to you ugly?" his voice was definitely sarcastic. "What's your name?"

"Vernon Dudley" muttered Harry; face twitching with pain.

He turned away and completely ignoring Ron, started to walk toward me.

And that was the moment when I wished I could just disappear like a shadow imprinted in the Earth.

The man was slightly taller than me, with the darkest eyes and a scruffy outlook. Small smile on his mouth he stepped just into my personal zone, making me feel like a prey before death. I didn't break eye contact, he didn't break it either. Instead, he grabbed my hair softly and inhale the scent of it.

I flinched and turned away, disgusted.

He laughed quietly when he spoke;

"What is your name, beautiful?"

Ron swore and curse everybody within ten miles.

"Penelope Clearwater." I tried to answer firmly, but my voice always, always quivered when I lied. "Half-blood."

The man stared at me, his hand was now on my cheeks.

"You know, I don't think that you're telling the truth." His voice was merely a whisper, and I smelled a strong mixture of fire, blood, wood and leather. The fear, the scent and the terrifying idea that we might die made me sick. The hand slid down to my neck, and I shivered.

"Surely, a mudblood wouldn't be capable of exploding half if your so-called army." Great. Clever Hermione, be ironic and die swiftly. The eyes of the man fleshed with something that I could not really place (I did not want to place it anywhere. No.).

"Scabio!" said one of his man pointing toward Harry. "He is not on the list. The girl neither."

"Must be bad for you, you son of a…"

I hushed Ron with my eyes before he could finish the sentence, but Scabio just laughed. His hand was never leaving my neck, and I definitely wanted to scream or shout or just run. Or all three altogether.

"Wouldn't talk to much if I were you, freckle boy" he smiled, but it never reach his eyes. "Can do anything with your girl here, and I may not mean the killing part."

Ron paled, but I was furious red and ready to kill him. But since I had my arms pinned down, and my legs dead tired; I just spat onto his face.

And I knew the consequences before he ordered the rest of his man to leave for a while; leaving us alone at the silent hill, next to an oak tree.