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A/N: Ok, so I have 100 prompts, and I thought I'd base them around Lucy Weasley, as she's probably one of the most unappreciated Weasley grandchildren. This will perhaps give you an insight to how I feel Lucy would be - hope you enjoy!:)
#A Chase Scene
"I swear to Merlin, if all of this goes wrong, it's on your head!" I whispered, clutching onto Louis' hand.
He attempted to give me a reassuring smile; it looked a little bit too forced for my liking. My breathing was coming out heavily and I didn't know what to do at that moment in time. Louis was pretty much in the same situation. His hand was clammy with sweat and I could feel my grip sliding. Where was everyone else? Where were the rest of our cousins? I prayed they hadn't landed themselves in any trouble. What happened, you ask? Dolores Umbridge happened, that's what. And now we had managed to find ourselves end up in the Department of Mysteries on the run for her. Me, Louis, Albus, James, Roxanne and Rose. Sounds familiar, doesn't it? We'd all split up and I happened to bump into Louis along the way - a great relief. But now that relief was fading.
"What are we supposed to do?" I hissed, crouching down and dragging Louis with me.
"Run?" Louis suggested.
"But we can't leave the others!"
There was a flash of green and Louis pulled me behind a shelf of prophecies. I reached inside the back of my jeans pocket with my free hand for my wand and pulled it out, holding it out in front of me in case Umbridge or any of her assisstants rounded in on us.
"Run sounds quite good actually," I relented.
Louis seized my hand once more and pulled me up, dashing out from behind the prophecies. Flashes of green and red light were illuminating everywhere and bouncing back off of the crystal balls, smashing them and sending shards flying out in the air. We ducked as much as we could, but it wasn't enough to stop the few odd shards that cut my bare arms. Almost there... Almost there...
"Lucy!" Suddenly James was reaching a hand out to me.
I grabbed on and there was a whirling sensation. A Portkey? We were in an area in Hogsmeade. How strange we must have looked. But this wasn't the end of it, oh no. Umbridge's crew had had the same idea. And now it was time to bring on a chase.