Bryt heard a click and the tent went dark around them. Ron had used his Deluminator. Bryt moved closer to him instinctively, her gaze locked on the entrance of the tent, her wand gripped in her hand. She wanted to move closer to Ron and take his hand, but she knew they were about to be captured. The last thing they needed was for them to know Bryt and Ron were anything more than friends. She couldn't give them leverage over her.
"Come out of there with your hands up!" a voice called from outside and Bryt tensed more, "We know you're in there! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!"
Bryt tensed more, then heard a bang behind her and she turned to see an outline of Hermione with her wand pointed to Harry. Unfortunately, since Bryt had turned her back, she wasn't watching the door. She felt someone grab her from behind, yanking her wand away. Bryt tried to spin to hit the guy who had her, but he grabbed her other arm before she could and pinned it behind her, starting to drag her from the tent, despite her struggles.
"Get off her!" Ron shouted nearby and Bryt turned slightly to see him pinned by one Death Eater while another punched him in the gut.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Bryt shouted, struggling against her captor more.
"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," a man said and Bryt froze as she stared at him. He was a large man, wild-looking with tangled gray hair and a beard, yellow nails and sharp teeth. Bryt swallowed, fighting hard not to let her fear show.
"Hmm, you're not as pretty as the other girl, but I do love one with meat on her bones..." the man said and Bryt felt sick. She started struggling against her captor again, but she was suddenly thrown to the ground, something pressing down on her back to keep her from turning over. Bryt glanced around, noticing Ron, Hermione, and Harry pinned down as well. Harry had lost his glasses and is face seemed horribly swollen, like he was suffering a bad allergic reaction.
"Now, let's see who we've got," the wild man said, and Bryt saw him rolling Harry over with his foot, "I'll be needing butterbeer to wash this one down. What happened to you, ugly?"
Bryt felt her heart pounding harder as it suddenly dawned on her who this was. Fenrir Greyback. A werewolf. The one who attacked Bill. Who had turned Lupin.
"I said, what happened to you?" Greyback snapped, kicking Harry.
"Stung," Harry managed, "Been stung."
"Yeah, looks like it," a Snatcher nearby said.
"What's your name?" Greyback asked Harry.
"Dudley."
"And your first name?"
"Vernon. Vernon Dudley."
"Check the list, Scabior," Greyback turned to the Snatcher who'd spoken a moment ago, then looked to Ron, "And what about you, ginger?"
"Stan Shunpike."
"Like 'ell you are," Scabior said, "We know Stan Shunpike, 'e's put a bit of work our way."
Greyback glared and kicked Ron in the face. Bryt winced, tensing and glaring at the werewolf, her heart pounding hard in her chest. She knew they'd be asking her for a name soon. And she had to think of one fast.
"I'b Bardy," Ron managed, through a bloody nose, "Bardy Weadley."
"A Weasley?" Greyback asked, "So you're related to blood traitors even if you're not a Mudblood. And you, pretty," Greyback turned to Hermione, "Name?"
"Penelope Clearwater," Hermione said, her voice slightly shaking.
"And lastly, the chubby one," Greyback turned to Bryt with a smile that made Bryt's blood go cold, "Name?"
"Sandra Jonner," Bryt said, hearing her own voice shaking as she spoke, using the name of a witch she'd met when she was visiting Sofí and Julio in Charleston a few years ago.
"What's your blood status?"
"Pureblood."
"Easy enough to check," Scabior said nearby, "And you decided to go camping? And you thought, just for a laugh, you'd use the Dark Lord's name?"
"Nod a laugh," Ron said, "Aggiden."
"Accident?" Scabior echoed as several of the Snatchers laughed.
"You know who used to like using the Dark Lord's name, Weasley?" Greyback asked in a growl, "The Order of the Phoenix. Mean anything to you?"
"Doh."
"Well, they don't show the Dark Lord proper respect, so the name's been Tabooed. A few Order members have been tracked that way. We'll see. Bind them up with the other two prisoners!"
Bryt was yanked to her feet and pushed forward. Her eyes widened instantly. Bound back-to-back nearby was Dean Thomas and a goblin, whom Bryt assumed was Griphook. Dean had a bloody lip and a black eye, it clear he'd put up a fight before he'd been caught. He noticed them and recognition flashed across his own face before he quickly tried to hide it.
Bryt was pushed down to the ground, her hands bound behind her and to another person's, before the Snatchers went back to raiding their tent, leaving the prisoners alone.
"Anyone still got a wand?" Harry asked in a whisper.
"No," Bryt answered at the same time as Ron and Hermione.
"This is all my fault," Harry whispered, "I said the name, I'm sorry—"
"Harry?"
"Dean?"
"It is you!" Dean whispered, sounding both relieved and terrified, "If they find out who they've got—They're Snatchers, they're only looking for truants to sell for gold—"
"Not a bad little haul for one night," Greyback said nearby, coming closer, and Dean cut himself off, "A Mudblood, a runaway goblin, and four truants. You checked their names on the list yet, Scabior?"
"Yeah, there's no Vernon Dudley on 'ere, Greyback," Scabior said nearby.
"Interesting, that's interesting," Greyback said, squatting in front of Harry. Bryt looked over her shoulder—as she was currently pinned between Hermione and Dean, and Harry was on Hermione's other side.
"So you aren't wanted, then, Vernon?" Greyback asked, "Or are you on that list under a different name? What House were you in at Hogwarts?"
"Slytherin."
"Funny 'ow they all thinks we want to 'ear that," Scabior said with a laugh, "But none of 'em can tell us where the common room is."
"It's in the dungeons," Harry said, "You enter though the wall. It's full of skulls and stuff and it's under the lake, so the light's all green."
Bryt couldn't help but think it was a good thing that Harry and Ron had to sneak into the Slytherin common room in their second year.
"Well, well, looks like we really 'ave caught a little Slytherin," Scabior said, "Good for you, Vernon, 'cause there ain't a lot of Mudblood Slytherins. Who's your father?"
"He works at the Ministry," Harry said, "Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."
"You know what, Greyback, I think there is a Dudley in there," Scabior said slowly. Bryt's heart skipped a beat. Was there a chance they could bluff their way out of this? Bryt glanced at Dean. No, even if they could, she didn't feel right leaving him behind.
"Well, well," Greyback said and Bryt turned back to him he best she could, "If you're telling the truth, ugly, you've got nothing to fear from a trip to the Ministry. I expect your father'll reward us just for picking you up."
"But if you just let us—"
"Hey! Look at this, Greyback!"
Bryt looked over and she felt herself go cold. One of the Snatchers was coming from the tent, holding up the sword of Gryffindor. Bryt suddenly felt Hermione twitch slightly next to her.
"Veeery nice," Greyback said as he took the sword, "Oh, very nice indeed. Looks goblin-made, that." He turned back to the captives, "Where did you get something like this?"
"It's my father's," Harry said, "We borrowed it to cut firewood—"
"'ang on a minute, Greyback!" Scabior said, coming over and holding out a newspaper clipping to Greyback, "Look at this, in the Prophet!"
Greyback looked at the paper Scabior was holding, then to the prisoners—specifically Bryt and Hermione—and back to the paper.
"'ermione Granger and Bryttanie Watkins'," Scabior read, and Bryt tensed, her heart racing even harder, if that was even possible, "'the Mudbloods who are known to be traveling with 'arry Potter.'"
Greyback moved over, crouching in front of Bryt and Hermione, looking between the two girls tied next to each other.
"You know what, little girls?" he asked with a grin that made Bryt's blood grow cold, "These pictures look a hell of a lot like you two."
"It isn't!" Hermione shrieked, "It isn't us!"
Though the grin Greyback gave said he didn't believe them. Bryt felt sick, starting to tremble slightly.
"'...known to be traveling with Harry Potter'," Greyback whispered, standing up and studying the group, "Well, this changes things, doesn't it?"
Bryt watched in terror as Greyback went back to Harry, squatting in front of him again.
"What's that on your forehead, Vernon?" he asked, starting to lift his hand.
"Don't touch it!" Harry said so loudly that Bryt jumped slightly. She could see Greyback grinning and it was clear he knew that this was Harry Potter. Things just went from bad to worse.
"I thought you were glasses, Potter?" Greyback asked.
"I found glasses!" a Snatcher nearby said, "There was glasses in the tent, Greyback, wait—" the Snatcher hurried over, pushing the glasses on Harry's face.
"It is!" Greyback said, "We've caught Potter!"
Greyback moved back to the Snatchers, who all seemed to be trying to figure out what to do now. Bryt looked around at her friends the best she could. There was no way they were getting out of this now...
"Should we take them to the Ministry?"
"To hell with the Ministry," Greyback snapped, "They'll take the credit, and we won't get a look in. I say we take him straight to You-Know-Who."
"Will you summon 'im? 'ere?" Scabior asked, looking both amazed and terrified.
"No," Greyback growled, "I haven't got—they say he's using the Malfoy's place as a base. We'll take the boy there."
If Bryt wasn't so terrified, she would have laughed. Greyback might be allowed to wear robes like a Death Eater, but he wasn't allowed to carry the Mark. He was nothing more than an attack dog for them. Good to sick on others but never consider one of them.
"Are you completely sure it's him?" a Snatcher asked, "'Cause if it ain't, Greyback, we're dead."
"Who's in charge here?" Greyback demanded, "I say that's Potter, and him plus his wand, that's two hundred thousand galleons right there! But if you're too gutless to come along, any of you, it's all for me, and with any luck, I'll get the girls thrown in!"
Bryt tensed up at that, her breath catching in her throat, remembering Greyback's words earlier. 'I do love one with meat on her bones'...Bryt didn't want to know what that meant. Hermione was tensing next to Bryt as well. She was clearly just as terrified as Bryt.
"All right!" Scabior said, obviously giving in, "All right, we're in! And what about the rest of 'em, Greyback, what'll we do with 'em?"
"Might as well take the lot," Greyback said, looking at the group bound together, "We've got three Mudbloods, that's another fifteen galleons. Give me the sword as well. If they're rubies, that's another small fortune right there."
Bryt was yanked to her feet with the others. She was still trembling and she, again, found herself wishing Ron was next to her. Somehow, no matter the danger she always felt safer at Ron's touch. Now she was instead pinned between Hermione and Dean.
There was a tight sensation pressed in on her, which disappeared quickly and Bryt realized they were somewhere completely different, staring at a large iron gate. She noticed the dark shape of a large manor off in the distance. Her heart was pounding wilder than ever. Every second, they were closer to being handed over to Voldemort...