Don't Own It

Chapter 4

Texas was loud! Which was exactly why Ron never liked it. And especially these days because of the games. Hermione laughed as Ron did her best not to look so sour at all the noise and smelly animals. Cattle was being traded, horses were being prepared for the races, children raced across the streets whenever they saw a man giving out free candy. Banners were raised and the poor and rich were coming together, something no one had seen in a long time.

"Well, what d'ya know?" Dean looked at Luna. "It looks like Riddle actually did something good for once."

"Dean, look out!" Luna shouted.

Dean stopped his horse just in time as a group of children ran in front of his horse to man who was giving out free balloons with candy tied to the ends of strings. Hermione and Ron looked behind them at Dean, Ginny, Luna, Fred and George.

"I suggest we find somewhere to park the horses," Fred suggested. "Before we run over someone."

Hermione nodded and they all began to look around for camp grounds. Most of the camp grounds had no one but men staying in them. That was not an option, seeing as how to Dean had a beautiful "family" to watch out for.

"I thought I saw some camp grounds back this way where there were women and children," said Ron, "come on, let's go check it out."

They did, and sure enough there were campgrounds that looked a bit nicer with families. The grass was greener and there were public bath houses. There was a small group of middle class families that made their own circle off to one of the grounds and the rest were poor.

Everyone looked at Hermione who looked a little nervous. "We're not going to get much privacy, partner," George said to her. "The whole nation's here!"

Hermione sighed and nodded. She had been hoping they could get a spot all to themselves so she wouldn't have to wear all these clothes for than eight or ten hours. But, that was not about to happen, with people still arriving. "Down by the river," she whispered.

There was a small lake down by where the middle class had chosen to set up and they found a nice shady spot under a tree with branches hanging down. Dean helped Luna and Ginny off their horses.

"These shoes are killing me," Ginny whispered to Luna.

"At least you don't have to carry this ruddy umbrella! Do you need help, Thomas?" luna asked Dean, addressing him with one of his many fake names.

"No, thank you," Dean told her with a smile. "Why don't you two just take a walk around the lake. Besides, Alexandria should see some of her competitors." Alexandria was one of Ginny's many names and they had all decided that she would compete in the horse races along side Hermione. Ginny was a very good horse woman, not as a good as Hermione, but they all expected her to take second place in the races.

"Very well," and the two young women set off, but were careful not to go too far.

"Howdy, partner!" a tall man, with faded blue jeans and brown hair greeted Dean. "What's your name?" he grabbed Dean's hand.

Hermione, Ron, Fred and George did their best to keep their eyes on their work. "Thomas, Thomas Wyatt. And you sir?"

"Harold Towns. That your family?" Harold nodded his head towards Luna and Ginny.

"Yea. My daughter Alexandria, and my wife, Lisa."

"Good lookin' bunch ya'll are."

"Thank you. Those your girls?" Dean pointed to two tall brunettes who were running around with their horses practicing jumps.

"Sure are. Best horse women this side of Texas," Harold smiled widely. "Your girl compet'en?"

Dean nodded. "Sure thing."

"Tell her to be careful. There is a rumor going around that the race is not for the faint of heart. Heard it's gonna be more of a challenge than a race."

"Keep that in mind, thank you."

Thomas looked over to the four behind Dean who were pitching up the tents and sucked on the inside of his lip. The look in his eyes did not go unnoticed by Dean. "Why don't you and your crew come over for dinner tonight?" Harold offered. "We'd love to get to know everyone of ya better."

"Thank you," said Dean. "But we did have a long journey, I think we are going to turn in early."

Harold shrugged. "Well, offer's open." And with that he walked away.

Dean walked over casually to Hermione and spoke to her like he didn't have much to say. "I just got a crazy idea, Wickett," he spoke to Hermione. Wickett was one of her favorite names, she had read it in a book somewhere. Hermione looked at him. "What if some of the families here aren't real families at all."

Hermione looked around her suddenly alert. "Riddle would not stoop to that level, would he?"

"Remember the tax he put on people with blonde hair! Saying the sun blinded others when they looked at their hair and they had to pay for the hospital bills?!"

"I remember that tax not going through at all."

"My point is, do you really think he is below anything."

Hermione nodded. "We can't trust anyone."

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Thanks to Dudley's incredibly large belly, Harry woke the next morning to loud stomping on the floor. He sighed. With all the money they were paying to stay in the grandest hotel Texas had to offer, one would think they could put in some thing to absorb all the noise around him. It didn't matter anyway, Dudley's snoring had kept Harry up as well.

Harry lifted himself up on one arm and starred at his cousin who was fixing his tie in a large mirror. "What are you looking at," he growled. "Put some clothes on!" he said, seeing his cousin's naked chest.

"I have pants on!" Harry got out from under his covers to wash his face.

Dudley fixed his jacket. "At the rate Lavender and I are going, I think there will be an engagement by the end of the month." Harry coughed and looked at his cousin not really believing that they were related. "Don't be jealous because you know you will never find a lady such as Lavender. Or be twice the man I am."

Harry just laughed and shook his head. "Dudley. I will kill myself before I become anywhere near the man you are." And he left to get dressed and then go into the large dining area where the Dursley's, Riddle, Lavender and Lucius Malfoy and his son sat waiting for him.

"About time," Marge grunted. "Lavender insisted that we wait for everyone! I tried telling her that it was no use waiting for you!"

"Thank you, Lavender," Harry smiled, being polite was so easy to him. "And thank you Aunt Marge. I am sorry to inconvenience you all." He took his seat and they all began to eat. Harry noticed that Lavender ate very little. He wasn't sure if it was because this was expected of her, or if she really wasn't very hungry.

"Here, my dear," Marge poured more potatoes on to her plate, "eat up! You are going to need your strength today! We are all going out to welcome in the games."

"Yes, and Harry, you are giving the opening and closing speech," Tom ordered. "The rest of us will be by a little later. We're going to make sure that everything is getting set up properly."

"Since when?" Harry tried to be polite. He could feel his blood begin to boil a little.

"Sine this morning. Don't worry. Draco Malfoy, Lucius son, will be at your side incase Bloody Granger shows up."

"She too smart to show up," Harry said with out thinking.

"We'll see," said Lucius. "You'd be surprised at some of the criminals I caught. Draco get the carriage and ready. Mr. Potter will be down there in a bit."

"Yes, father." Draco glared at Harry as if this was the last thing he wanted to do.

"I don't understand, why can't you go and make the opening speech?" Harry asked Tom.

Tom leaned over the table, and hissed with everyone in sight, "Because, Potter, the nation is more in love with you than they are with me"-

"Perhaps it has something to do with the taxes," Harry's voice still calm.

"And the only way we are actually making anything off these games, is because you're here! And your face is all over the posters!" Harry took in a deep breath. "Now go out, and make my speech!" Tom handed him a sheet of paper that already had the words he wanted Harry to say on it.

"Very well," Harry took the paper. He stood up. "Ladies, I am so sorry to leave so soon. I do hope I get the opportunity to be with you all later this evening." And he left.

It was hot outside the hotel. Before he even got into his carriage people were greeting Harry and wishing him the best of luck. They thanked him for organizing the games and giving them all a chance to win even the tiniest bit amount of money. Harry smiled at them and did not bother to correct anyone that it was actually Tom Riddle. He would have to thank him later for making him even more popular with the public. People waved at him and he waved back. They loved him so much, and Harry loved them back, he was humble and graceful about it.

Which was exactly why Draco hated him for it. Sure his family was very well known, they were the most successful bounty hunters out there. But Harry Potter, o, the people loved him. It was disgusting. And now he was forced to witness it. He did his best by keeping an eye out for Granger. She had to be around here somewhere, no matter how smart Harry thought she was, she did not seem like the type who could turn down a challenge, especially when there was money involved.

There were a lot of people following the carriage Harry rode in, and there were even more as they got closer to the game grounds. But he could not shake off the feeling that someone was following him closely. He kept glancing behind him, but the crowds kept changing so it was not like he would have been able to tell anyway.

He had been right of course. There was someone following, two someone's actually. A brunette and a certain red head. Ron had put on his best suit with a gold pocket watch that he had stolen from a federal Marshall after Hermione knocked the guy out with the butt of her gun. He rode with such confidence, as if he were king and no one dared to take a second look at him or think him to be up to no good.

Hermione rode a little ways away from Ron, just to make sure he was ok. The group always tried to travel in pairs. She gave a whistle which grabbed Ron's attention. She nodded to him and he nodded back, which allowed her to leave and go back to camp.

It only took a few minutes for Harry to arrive at a small stage where he would be reading Tom's greeting. He stepped up and it took ten minutes for the people to calm down. And when they did he shouted, "Welcome! Ladies and gentleman, children! Thank you so much for your participation. None of this would be possible with out any of you!"

Ron nodded his head in approval. The guy was honest, there were more to his words than, well, words! And he seemed to be quite the true gentleman.

"If there is anyone here, who has yet to sign up for any games, I will be in this red and gold tent behind me and will be taking sign ups till nine pm in thirty minutes. Tom Riddle will be by a little later to give the official opening up speech this evening."

"Will you be there to!" someone shouted.

Harry laughed. "Yes, I will."

"Then I'll be there to!" a female voice shouted.

"Can't wait to see you. Now I know we have a lot of ladies competing in the horse race, please be aware that the horse race will be more of a challenge than a race. And further more, ladies, please do your best to not distract any of the men as they compete." There was a high giggle that made Draco want to vomit. "Thank you very much, and good luck!"

There was a huge roar of approval for Harry as he stepped down and began to walk towards the tent. Ron decided this was the best time to go see the man.

"Harry Potter?" he greeted.

Harry turned, not really wanting to deal with anyone. "Sir?"

"My name is Frederick Thompson, and I have a few concerns for my sister who will be competing in the uh, what were you calling it? The horse challenge?"

Harry nodded. "Perhaps it would be safer if you waited for Riddle to go over the safety precautions," Draco suggested.

Ron nodded. "Ferret Boy is right. We had best talk inside the tent."

Harry smiled. "Frederick, was it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why don't you come inside." Harry liked the red head. Especially after that little comment towards Draco. "I can explain anything you need to know."

"Potter"-

"O, come off it, Draco. If I had a little sister I would want to make sure she was safe during the race. Come inside please."

"Thank you, sir. You are indeed as kind as they say."

Ron took a seat next to Harry, and Draco stood watching people sign up to make sure they weren't the notorious Bloody Granger. The conversation went from safety precautions to girls, guns, money and all sorts of manly things before the two young men realized it. Harry liked Ron, he seemed real. Of course, something did seem a little out of place, but that was ok. He figured that as he got to know the man though, things would come into light, and Harry was sure it was nothing bad. As for Ron, he ended up liking Harry more than he realized.

"If you don't mind, I would love for you to join me in the front booth tomorrow during the games. Riddle will be there, but I hope you can get over that."

Ron laughed. The plan had worked. "I would be honored to sit with you. As for Riddle, who cares, I'll have the best seat in the house watching all of these gorgeous women race and shoot guns."

Harry laughed at that. "Very good then."

Just then Tom Riddle, the Dursley's and Lavender all walked into the tent. "We're here to help," said Dudley. "Who's he?" he pointed to Ron.

"Federick Thompson, a friend of mine."

"Good to meet you." Ron shook all of their hands. "And a pleasure to meet you," he tipped his hat and kissed the top of Lavender's hand. "Will you be sitting in the booth with Harry as well."

"Yes, sir." Lavender turned a deep shade of red.

Ron winked at Harry. "Now I really cannot wait." Harry tried hard not to laugh. Ron walked out of the tent and at the red face from Dudley Dursley, Harry decided that he had made a new best friend in Federick Thompson.

Ron rode back to the camp sight later that evening. "You're back!" Ginny smiled at him and hugged her brother.

"And on time," Hermione spoke in a deep voice. Ron looked at her and laughed with everyone else.

"O, quite!" Dean said to Ron. "She's been working on it all day!"

Hermione shrugged. "Yea, gimme a break." She tried to spit like a man but ended up just drooling allover herself. "Um, maybe I won't do that."

"So how did it go?" Luna brought Ron some soup and they all sat around the fire.

"The guy's nicer than I thought! Genuine even! I knew he was nice, but...genuine! Did not see that one coming. Did you hear about the changes in the horse race?" he asked Ginny and Hermione.

The two girls nodded. "Are they really going to add random jumps in the road?"

Ron nodded. "They'll throw out life size dolls in the middle of the road to, and you can't run over any of them. They'll be men watching each races number carefully. And there are going to be some pot holes as well."

"But that can hurt the horses!" Ginny gasped.

"They really want to catch that one," Fred shrugged. "That one" meant Hermione Granger to the group.

"But they won't," "Luna whispered to Hermione.

"Lavender was a pretty good looking girl," Ron said out of nowhere.

"Who's Lavender?" George teased.

Ron shrugged. "A friend of Harry's. I think she's engaged to that Dudley Dursley."

"Poor girl," Luna shook her head, thinking of the Dursley boy that had been in the papers so many times before.

"Will you see this Lavender girl again tomorrow?" Dean asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Ron smiled. "If all goes my way, she'll be sitting right next to me."

Hermione nodded. "Let's get sleep," she spoke in her deep voice again. After a good laugh at her voice, they all decided it was a good idea, since the games were starting tomorrow.

Hermione and Ginny went to go check on their horses. "It starts tomorrow," Ginny said to Hermione. "We'll do great though!"

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If Ron thought the crowds in Texas were loud before, they were nothing compared to what they were today. People were already making there way to the arena were it was equipped to hold the race. Bands played music and pies were being sold by the poor. Harry greeted Ron, and Ron also greeted Lavender who giggled when he kissed her hand.

"Federick!"

"Harry!"

"I was a little worried that you would not be able to make it."

"O, I would not miss this for the world. Thank you very much for inviting me once again. What's in the brief case?"

"O," Harry turned a little red. "You just never know who might show up or what you could find at these places. May want an autograph from someone, or find an interesting article, you know."

"Not really, but that's ok." Ron looked at Dudley and when he saw his fat ass walking so slow he took the opportunity to seat Lavender to his left where there were no other chairs next to her, and Harry to his right.

"Excuse me," Dudley said to Ron fifteen minutes after he had sat down. "You're in my seat."

"I don't see your name on it, partner." Harry laughed when Ron actually began looking for Dudley's name. Ron looked at Dudley and shook his head. "No where."

"You're sitting next to my fiancé!" Dudley hissed.

"O, go on! It's far too hot to argue!"

Realizing Ron was not going anywhere, Dudley looked to Lavender and said, "Come with me."

"O, don't make the lady move!" Ron said again. "She may faint."

"Thank you for being so considerate, Mr. Thompson."

"Call me, Federick."

Dudley glared at Harry and Ron but finally left. Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered, "What a drab."

"He can be!"

The races were going to have to be in three separate races since there were so many women who also wanted to join. Not necessarily for the money, mainly because it gave them a chance to ride against their male counterparts. Tom Riddle stood up. He noticed all of the federal marshalls standing not very apart from one another.

"Welcome!" He boomed. People did not cheer for him like they did for Harry, nor did they give him his full attention.

Ginny was careful not to look for Hermione, who did her best to dress every bit as a man. Fake beard, the hat, boots the collared shirt, and a handkerchief to hide her feminine neck.

"Be on the look out!" Tom shouted. "As there are pot holes and small hills to jump over! There will be men throwing out dolls, make sure you don't run over any of them. We will be watching."

This is it, Hermione thought.

I cannot believe she is doing this. Luna spotted her two best friends right away. It was not hard to miss Ginny's red hair, and Hermione had had that same old hat forever now.

"The red head," Harry leaned over to Ron, "Is that your sister?"

"Alexandria, yes."

"She's very pretty."

"Thank you. Don't let her doll face fool you though."

Hermione was hot underneath her black jeans. She wished Tom would shut up so they could get a breeze in their faces. She bent over on her horse, pulled her handkerchief over her face and could feel her heart pounding. Just like robbing a bank. Get in, get out. Her horse seemed to sense the tension, because she to stomped on the ground impatiently.

"Get in, get out, get in, get out," Dean was saying to himself next to Luna. Fred and George had gone off somewhere to plan their escape should they need one.

"Good luck to you all. At the drop of the flag. Begin. One, two, three-GO!"

They were off!

Hermione's horse was off and their thoughts seemed to be linked together; jump, dodge, jump! Hermione steered her horse as easily as if she were breathing. A man behind her yelled as he tripped in a pot hole. Hermione could feel dirt get in her eyes. She slapped her horse butt, which made her run harder. She was now at the front of the line. She could feel Ginny right behind her.

Had Hermione known the curious looks she was getting from ever Fed and Tom she may have tried to loose. But she didn't.

A doll was thrown in front of her, she missed it by an inch. She jumped again and again, with two pot holes in a row. One lap down, two to go and she stayed in the lead. The line of racers was getting shorter and shorter.

"She's good," Lavender said to Ron.

"She is." Harry bit his lip. It couldn't be...no. It was too early to tell if he indeed was looking at the Hermione Granger. He shook his head, no one would know until the gun show.

Two laps down. Hermione stayed in the lead, with Ginny right behind her. Almost there, almost there and there! She did it! People cheered. She won! Hermione's horse stomped the ground in excitement. Ginny came in second and the two congratulated each other.

The race had started off with over one hundred men and women, now they were down to thirty with only seven women. The crowd roared! Harry clapped hard, Ron clapped harder. She had done it, she had won the first task.

"Two to go," Ron muttered.

Tom leaned over to Lucius. "Keep an eye on that one."

"Of course, sir."

Hermione panted. That was a tough race. Ginny was a tougher opponent than she expected. She looked up to Ron who was indeed sitting next to none other than the Harry Potter. She took a deep breath. He was very handsome. More so than she expected.

"Congratulations!" Tom yelled above the cheering crowd. "Our next task will begin in one hour. All those in the whip competition, please be there twenty minutes prior."

"Mr. Riddle still wants to reward third place mam," the man told Ginny when she had asked why he wanted her name. A man took down Ginny's, Hermione's and someone else name who came in third.

"How gracious of him," Ginny said.

Hermione gulped. The feds suddenly looked a little closer to her. "For Dumbledore," she said to herself. "For the country."

The whip contest was simply a show to see how well one could handle such a weapon. They would be hitting glass bottles, one at a time off of a stand. The contest should not take too long. But there were a lot of men who had entered this one as well. So it took a little longer than expected.

Seeing all the feds around her, Hermione decided to go back to camp and pack a few extra guns under her shirt.

Pack at the game grounds, the race track and been replaced with hundreds of little stands that had glass bottles on them. The trick was to hit one bottle at a time, and not brake or scratch it.

Everyone lined up, there were very few women. Harry's eyes were on Hermione the whole time. There was the first crack and bottles fell over. If any of those bottles broke or had a scratch the person was disqualified. And for this reason many people were out on the first round.

Crack!

Women and children gazed in awe at the skill some of the men had. Tom watched Hermione. He noticed how her whip came back to her gracefully. Harry's heart thumped loudly in his chest. Ron watched Tom and wondered what he was thinking.

Crack!

Just three more bottles to go. Many people were out now. "Who do you suppose that is?" Harry asked Ron.

"Dunno," Ron lied. "He's good though, ey?"

"Very," Harry agreed.

Ron looked at Lavender. "You alright? Can I get you some water?"

Lavender smiled at him. "Thank you but no. This is just far more interesting than I expected. That man is nearly as good as Hermione Granger!"

Ron gulped. He began to wonder how many other people had noticed. And he felt a little guilty for giving Lavender more of his attention than Hermione.

Crack!

There went the last bottle. At the end of there was a close examination of all the glass bottles, and in the end, Hermione's were still as good as new. So once, again she took first place. Tom announced that the last game would be in two hours, as he wanted to make sure that safety measures were taken.

"I want every fed around that man," he said to Draco.

Draco smiled. "Right, sir, that man."

Ron held his composure. He reached into his left pocket to make sure he had extra bullets. Dudley came walking up to him. "May I have my fiancé back now?"

"That's up to her."

Dudley looked at Lavender. "Come," he ordered.

"O, please, it is too hot, and I am afraid that if I get up and walk I might faint," Lavender lied. Ron smiled at her. "And Federick here has been such a gentleman, getting me water and making sure there is plenty of shade. Why don't you get him some water. It would look so good to you." Lavender batted her eye lashes and Dudley did as he was asked with a smile.

Ron leaned over to Harry. "Can I have this one?"

Harry laughed. "You have my blessing, partner."

"Excellent." Ron turned his attention to Lavender.

Harry looked at Tom who was indeed making out the ten-thousand dollar check. The next two hours flew by with Ron on his side and Lavender, Harry could not remember the last time he had laughed so hard.

"Tell me," Ron began suddenly serious, "what do you two think of that Bloody Granger."

"She has a name," said Lavender. "Hermione Granger."

Ron smiled. "Glad to know you think that well of her." Lavender smiled. "And you Harry."

"Well, I don't approve of stealing, but," he whispered and the two leaned towards him, "if it means out smarting these knuckle heads every time, I am all for it." The group laughed. The whole country did not think Tom was as smart as he thought he was.

Two hours later and it was time for the last event. Hermione looked around her. She could not see Dean, Luna, Ginny, Fred or George. "Where could they have gone?" she wondered out loud. She was pleased to see Ron still seated next to Harry. She had four guns on her, but only one was needed for the show. She loaded it and made sure the others were once again well hidden. She saw Tom seated in his wooden, open back, chair and wondered what he was thinking as he starred out at the competition. Hermione took in a deep breath. She still hadn't exactly figured out how she was going to give Harry his key and letter.

There was no time to think about it though. The last task had begun. First there was the old, hit the bull's eye. Which Hermione passed of course. Then there was a task that made Hermione and Ron very nervous. Fake dolls were once again set in front of everyone, they were dressed as federal marshalls.

"O, I am so going to get this guy back," Hermione muttered, referring to Tom Riddle. "And I'll do it by making sure he's in chains for robbing the poor."

The idea was to shoot the gun out of the dolls "hand" and shoot no where else. Hermione passed that task easily. And in the end, it did not take any rocket science, to know who won.

Hermione Granger, or Wickett, had won the games. People cheered as she made her way to the main booth where Tom Riddle, the Dursley's, Lavender, Harry and Ron sat. Ron watched Hermione intently. She winked at him and Ron nodded.

"Lavender, I do beg your pardon," he said to her.

"Now!" she asked a little hurt. "But Mr. Riddle is about to give out the award."

"Yes, well, I know my sister, and I know she is hurt. I need to go comfort her." And without either of them realizing it, Ron kissed Lavender on the cheek. "I so did enjoy sitting with you, beautiful Lady."

Lavender blushed. "I enjoyed your company as well, kind sir."

Ron snuck out of the booth from behind Tom. There was a blue curtain behind and people were too focused on Hermione to notice him load his gun and slowly point it towards Tom's back.

Tom quieted down the crowd. Harry stood up to present Hermione with her ten thousand dollar check. "Sir, you gave us all quite the show today!"

Hermione had feds all around her. She smiled and said in her best male voice. "Enjoyed given' it!"

Harry looked closely at Hermione. He was almost sure that he was looking at the Hermione Granger straight in the eyes. Like she was reading his mind Hermione looked at him. Sirius trusted him, and Ron spoke very fondly of him. So Hermione thought she could trust him with her own little secret and winked at him. It hit Harry like a bullet. He was looking at the Hermione Granger! He was standing right in front of her! And then it was like another bullet hit Harry. Everyone else at least suspected the same thing.

Tom laughed. "Sir, I do wish I could ask Harry Potter to give you this check." Hermione raised her head. "But I am afraid I cannot give this money to traitors of the nation. SEIZE HER!!"

It happened so quick. One moment Hermione was dressed and all sweaty underneath her clothes. The next her hat was being torn from her head and her long, brown curls tumbled down her shoulders. Her shirt was torn off of her so she stood before everyone in a white t-shirt that showed off her obvious female form. The breeze hit her skin and it was like death. They had caught her. Her hands were tied behind her back. Someone had slapped her, and now her nose was bleeding.

"Ha!"

People gasped. "Hermione Granger!"

"They finally caught her!"

"They can't hurt her!"

"Good, away with that scum!"

"How will we eat with out her."

"We have to fight back!"

"Kill her!"

"Off with her head!"

Tom raised his hands, still sitting in his chair. "I will make an example out of you Bloody Granger! I want everyone to know that you do not steal from the prime minister"-

"Prime minister!" Hermione shouted. "This country does not belong to you! You're not in charge! Albus Dumbledore is the prime minister, and I remain loyal to Albus Dumbledore!" Hermione was red in the face.

"Loyal to Albus Dumbledore!" the crowds shouted.

"ENOUGH! I WILL END THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL! OFF WITH HER HEAD!"

"NO!"

"No," Harry muttered to himself. He shoved the check in his pocket and looked at Lavender.

A man was walking towards Hermione with an ax in hand. People were silent.

"He's really going to kill her..."

"Good. The world will be a better place."

"I can't watch..."

"STOP!" Tom suddenly shouted. "STOP!"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"LET HER GO!"

Lavender noticed that it looked like Tom was being choked. She threw herself out off the booth through the back. "Alright, hot shot," Ron muttered from behind the curtain, with a gun towards his back. "Let my buddy go before my gun go on you."

"LET HER GO!"

Vernon looked at Tom. "Are you sure?"

Ron tightened his grip on Tom's back collar. "LET HER GO! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! LET HER GO!"

"Yes!" Harry cheered along with the crowd.

"Federick?" Lavender looked at Ron.

Ron let go of his grip from Tom. "I can explain this."

Harry walked up to Hermione. "I have something for you!" she said to him.

Once Tom was free of Ron's grip he shouted, "GET HER! OFF WITH HER HEAD!"

"Let's go!"

Before anyone knew it, a huge fight had broke out. Poor against the rich and the poor trying to protect Hermione. Harry hit someone hard in the face with his brief case. A riot had broke out.

"RON!"

"HERMIONE!"

Harry followed after Hermione. She took out her guns. "Time to play." She began to shoot each federal marshals gun out of his hand. She shot a couple of them in the foot.

"We don't have enough man power," Lavender said.

Just then there was a huge roar of people. Young and old of the poor and middle class tackled the federal marshals.

"But they do!" Hermione smiled.

"Come on!"

Bang! Hermione shot a man in his foot. Bang! She shot another man's gun out of his hand. "Can you use one of these?" she yelled to Harry. The four had begun to run.

"I'm not very good!"

"Now's a good time to practice. Here!"

Harry began shooting randomly. After the first three shots he got as best a hold on the gun as he could with one hand. Hermione took out her whip and used it to knock down some barrels full of run and vodka hoping it would slow some of the feds down.

Bang! "I hit someone!" Harry shouted. "I hit him in the shoulder."

"Great! Keep running!" Hermione shouted back to him

"HERMIONE!"

Hermione looked up. And there in front of her was Luna and Ginny driving a large, closed carriage with four horses. "GET IN!"

Ron jumped into the carriage. He shot a man in the shoulder before lifting Lavender inside. Harry threw his brief case in. There was dust flying everywhere. Two arms lifted him in.

"HERMIONE!"

"DON'T LET HER GET AWAY!" Lucius Malfoy shouted and rode his horse harder.

Hermione dropped her gun since they were out of bullets anyway and had Ron, Harry and Dean pull her in. "Any ideas?" she asked Fred and George. "They're still coming!"

"Only the best." Fred opened up a window in the roof. "Watch our backs."

Hermione quickly loaded her gun and gave it to Harry. Ron did the same. She loaded two more and the window in the back of the carriage was lifted and they began to shoot back at the feds.

At the top of the carriage, Fred and George had three very large looking grenades. "FASTER GINNY!"

Ginny whipped the horses and they rode harder.

George pulled the pin from the large grenade and it began to quickly give off black smoke. They threw it towards the feds who slowed down and began to cough. Their eyes teared up and their vision was blurred. Lucius Malfoy rode on.

"We got a special one for you. Fred, if you would."

"Not at all George," and he lit the fire cracker and threw it straight into Lucius lap, who didn't even noticed what had happened until the thing exploded on him and threw him off his horse.

"THROW THE LAST GRENADE!"

And they did, allowing for the group to disappear in a cloud of black smoke.

After a few minutes Harry realized that they were indeed alright. He looked at Hermione and Hermione looked at him. "I've always wanted to meet you, and now that I have I don't know what to say."

Hermione shrugged. "Really, 'cause I have a couple things to say to you." She pulled her hat over her head, which she had somehow gotten back and closed her eyes.

"Where are we going?" Lavender asked.

"To the mountains," Dean answered her. "We need to lay low for about three days and through the feds off track."

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :) I enjoyed writing it.