Author's Note; Continuing where it all left off. Enjoy!
Harry and Ron were both asleep when I returned, luckily.
How was I supposed to tell them that I was hopelessly in love with their nemesis?
And it wasn't as if it was a simple schoolgirl crush, no, it was a life or death situation.
If we didn't mate soon, I knew the ending result and I didn't want either one of us to die.
That was my dilemma.
Because I needed a solution that resulted in us not mating but not dying as the consequence, no matter how much I wanted to mate with him, I'm madly in love with him, don't get me wrong however there is just a small mishap with my family.
As I ran away without a trace and if my father found out I was alive then the consequences of that will either be death or severe punishment like never ending torture or something ridiculous like that.
I had shamed the family with my acts as I can imagine my mother so kindly putting it.
I sighed and looked up into the night sky.
I needed to stop dwelling on the past and the possible future.
Besides, in a few hours, we'd continue our journey – Harry, Ron and my alias I mean.
I didn't need any sleep though or so I kept telling myself, I was already wide awake.
My mind was reminding me of the earlier events, and I couldn't help but wonder what Draco was doing at Hogwarts himself, I'd heard along the grapevine that he didn't return for this year.
I sat conflictive before the Ron awoke, we swapped shifts to take watch, and typically as soon as I laid down and my head hit the pillow I was asleep.
"All you need to do is say Carpe Diem and I'll be there, Isis. I'll always be there." Said a much younger Draco
"Never leave me! Don't go to Hogwarts, Dee. Stay here with me." The girl pleaded
"You know I would if I could." He said regrettably
"I could make my father let you stay." The girl tried to reason
"We'll always be together, my princess."
I woke up quite abruptly; it felt like I was being shaken.
Whomever it was, I was going to kill him.
I opened my eyes, Harry.
"We've gotta go." He said and shortly after we packed up camp.
Leaving me alone with my thoughts to contemplate with long forgotten memories.
The sun rose earlier than I expected and we trekked our way over grassy hills until we saw Luna's house.
So be it.
We had to visit Luna the lunatic.
"Luna." The boys said in unison and I had to try my hardest to not roll my eyes.
Idiots.
"Luna." I dully stated, I mean how long was this just supposed to drag on.
It was bad enough that I was already an exile, I was practically just handing myself over.
It had been a good set of months that all three of us had been on the run, all for different reasons of course.
We approached the house shortly after, walking up the staircase that left to the front door; I banged the knocker a couple of times before stepping backwards.
The top half of the door opened and Luna's father was there looking quite nervous.
"What is it? Who are you? What do you want?" he asked, clearly he did not want us here.
Tough luck.
And then Harry spoke up causing me to turn around to face him.
"Mr. Lovegood, I'm Harry Potter, we met a few months ago." He said before coming up the staircase for better view, "Could we come in?" he asked
He opened the bottom half of the door and let us in one by one before shutting the door.
"Tea?" he asked as he ushered us all in to a sitting room of sorts, it looked as if it was a series of knick knacks that had been enlarged and placed randomly.
The entire house reminded me of a giant shoe.
"Yes." The three of us said
We were all sitting down, awkwardly mind you, all holding cups of tea that tasted rather revolting although it was just milk and tea, no water.
"Where's Luna?" I asked; I may as well try to break the awkwardness and find out information.
It was much too quiet for my liking and somehow I could sense that something was not right.
"Luna?" Mr. Lovegood said
Yes, you dimwit.
"She'll be along." He finished
There was silence, he's just as much of a lunatic as Luna is.
Everyone took a sip of the tea except me, I pretended too, the smell was bad enough, if I had another sip of it, I would be certain I'd vomit.
"So how can I help you Mr. Potter?" Mr. Lovegood asked
"Well, actually, it was about something you were wearing at the wedding, it was a symbol." Harry answered
"You mean this?" he asked for confirmation as he held up a triangular necklace in his palm.
Bingo.
"Yes, that, exactly." Said Harry as he touched the necklace with his fingertips, as if trying to see if it was real, good job Einstein, it's real.
"What we wondered was... What is it?" said Harry, putting his hand in his lap
You mean what you wondered, not us.
"What is it?" Mr. Lovegood asked to make sure that Harry was not mistakenly joking, "This is the sign of the Deathly Hallows."
"The what?" I asked, this was suddenly piping my interest, that name rang a bell I just couldn't remember completely
"I assume that you're all familiar with the tale of the three brothers." Mr. Lovegood explained
"Yes." I found myself saying, my father would read it to me every night as a child
"No." said Harry; I wanted to hex him into oblivion for interrupting.
"I have it in here." I said reluctantly indicating to my bag and I read the story to the boys.
I finished quickly and Mr. Lovegood declared, "And those are the Deathly Hallows."
"I'm sorry Sir, but I still don't quite understand." Harry stated
Dumbass.
I mentally chided myself; I had been in a rather bitchy mood since my run in with my soul mate.
It made me wonder whether or not I missed by old life, at times like these, I really did miss it and wished I could just turn back the clock.
Mr. Lovegood grabbed a drawing contraption and parchment, he drew a straight line.
"The Elder wand, the most powerful wand ever made." He said accompanying his work.
He drew a circle at the bottom of the line, crossing over the wand.
"The Resurrection stone." He stated simply
I glanced back at the room, administering the information I had just learnt.
Maybe this was my key to escaping any punishment from my parent's.
He drew a triangle next outlining the straight line and circle.
"The cloak of invisibility." He concluded, "Together they make the Deathly Hallows and together they make one master of death."
I was trying to piece together what my father's master plan was, okay, so obviously I mean, he was after the Elder wand, and Harry soon enough give me that delightful information if he saw a vision which was more than likely.
The symbol was popping up to way much and I simply didn't believe in coincidences.
And as for the cloak of invisibility, Harry had one.
I could steal it easily.
But the resurrection stone was the only thing nagging my mind, I had never heard of a particular stone like it.
Unless of course...
No it was impossible and it's destroyed.
I cut off my train of thought then, it was simply too easy.
Which meant that there was the possibility that an unknown stone was out there.
But was that really what I wanted?
To be reunited with my family?
I didn't have an answer.
All I wanted was my mate – nothing else seemed to matter.
"That mark was on the grave in Godric's Hollow." I said as I thought back to our journey without Ron.
Where Harry and I were ambushed by Nagini, I miss how she used to curl up to me when reading a book or sometimes we'd just talk about little things.
Uh, I snapped back at myself, no time like the present.
"Erm... Mr. Lovegood, does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?" I had to know but my question seemed to freak him out more if that was possible. His answer was disconnected if that makes any sense.
"It uh... It... They... Believed that they were the original owners of the Hallows thus being the inspiration to the story, oh, look your tea's gone cold. I... It... I'll be right back." He seemed to stutter slightly, hardly noticeable to the dimwit's I was in the presence of.
Mr. Lovegood raced off downstairs.
It seemed that a particular growing chill in the air rose.
A feeling that I used to take comfort in, something was definitely askew.
We all went downstairs to join Mr. Lovegood after Ronald declared he wasn't drinking any more of the tea whether it was hot or cold and that we should get out of here.
Mr. Lovegood was downstairs looking extremely frustrated and scared if that made any sense.
"Thank you so much for your help." I said
"You forgot the water for the tea." Said Ron
"Oh, how silly of me." He laughed
"Mr. Lovegood, we really should be going anyway." I said, and that was when he seemed to snap.
"Noyoucan't." He seemed to shout at once and ran to the door, effectively blocking it, trapping us in.
"Sir?" asked Harry
Smooth move, not.
"You're my only hope." He murmured, "They were angry you see with what I had been writing, so they took her, they took my girl but it's really only you they want."
The last part was directed at Harry or so I hoped, if it meant my survival, I'd hand him over gladly.
"Who took her, sir?" Harry asked
But I already knew; my father was behind this.
He always was.
Where on earth was my mother?
"Voldemort." Mr. Lovegood confirmed
He dared to say his name, I was mildly impressed.
Then the shrieking and attacks began.
No surprise there.
Dark shadows, bright swirls of light, parchment and broken glass flying in all directions.
The house was crumbling down to its demise and there was no way in hell that I'd be stuck in there and be crushed to death.
I grabbed Harry and Ron and I apparated us out of there.
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