While i was peering out of the window appreciating the serenity of nature, i noticed a distinct hooded figure. I couldn't figure out who he/her was at once but after a few minutes of curious observations, the creature finally took off the hood and i could see that person's face clearly. He was coming towards the window, Scabior. His expressions were stern, very like his own. He was staring at me. In a fraction of second he disappered.
"Scabior? In London?..Merlin's pants Hermoine! He is DEAD!"
"Yeah but I saw him Ron..Why don't you trust me?"
"I truly trust you love, but not these muggle medicines. You are hallucinating." Ron said calmly.
"NO I AM NOT!" i walked out of the living room, shut the bedroom door behind me and sat in the bed.
"Why doesn't he understand i am not lying.. i saw him through these eyes of mine.. i clearly remember i saw him looking towards me" I felt disgusted as well as affraid at the same time. Disgusted because Ron reckoned i am mental and affraid as the thought of Scabior, one of the death eaters, nearly four years after the war coming out of nowhere. "What is he doing here? How can he still be alive? Was the news about his death wrong? Is he still a death eater? And that hood? Does that mean Voldemort is still alive?" I felt goose bumps at the last thought.
"Harry!.. yeah i should tell Harry about this.. he will understand!" I exclaimed "Why didn't i think of it earlier!" I stood up.
A rough hand caught hold of me. A jolt of shiver ran from my tip to toe. "How come i didn't notice someone already sitting in my bed behind me"
His nails dig into my wrist as i tried grabbing my wand from the table.
But before i could yell for Ron, with a quick flick of his wand scabior cast silencing charm. That was the time when i looked up at his face attentively. He had shoulder length dark black hair, pale face covered with bruises and puffy eyes. His clothes were torn from various places. I couldn't help noticing the lewd expressions he was wearing with a wicked smile on his lips that was reveling one-fourth of his rotten teeth.
I tried keeping my voice normal and didn't remove my eyes off his. I tried acting brave although my body was shaking under his touch.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled at him trying not to sound nervous but from inside my heart was pounding off my chest.
"You... mudblood."
