Chapter 28- Found

Magenta

If you're fighting your way through the busy streets with your friends, constantly on alert for people that want to kill you, then you know how terrified I feel right now.

Then the fact that George, Fred, Ginny, and all the others are still at the Burrow fighting for their lives makes that fear multiply by at least three.

Hermione cautiously reached into her tiny handbag and began pulling out clothes just one after another for us all to change into as we hid in the alley. As we changed we walked into the nearby café and saw no one there except for the waitress and two men sitting by the door.

Harry had hidden under his invisibility cloak and as he sat next to me in the booth it was hard to remember not to accidentally hit him with my arm or something.

A very rushed whispering session began between the three of them, even though Harry was not visually there. However, my attention had turned to the door where the two men were.

Pretending that I was looking at something out on the streets, I examined them closer and noticed they kept glancing at our table. Something was wrong; glancing back at the others they were still in animated conversation, arguing about something.

"Hermione." I hissed, not taking my eyes off the door and using my peripheral vision to look at the men.

She ignored me and turned to Ron, continuing the arguing. "Ron." I tried again, only to be ignored again.

"Harry." I said even quieter, bumping the seemingly empty air next to me and even then he still ignored me, intently joining the argument.

Finally I saw the two men reach into their coat pockets, and that confirmed my suspicions of Death Eaters. "Get down!" I shouted, not caring about being discreet anymore and bringing my own wand out while I pushed the others down.

Something exploded and I leapt over the table as Harry ripped off the cloak and Ron and Hermione drew their own wands. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Harry shouted over all the crashes of the fight.

I stopped and punched him in the arm, disbelief all over my face. "I tried!" I screamed, before pushing him down as I curse narrowly missed his face.

Rolling my eyes I hid under a table and shot a spell at the bigger of the two men and paralyzing him.

Hermione and Ron stunned the second one and we looked around the café, the damage looking to cost who knows how much except for the fact that we had magic. "Reparo." I slowly began mending everything in the café as Hermione began to perform memory charms on the two Death Eaters.

"Where now?" Ron breathed as he looked around.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance before looking at me. "Grimmauld Place." They spoke in unison.

Ten minutes later there we were standing and as Harry opened the door, swirls of dust began to rise at the end of the narrow hallway until they formed into a figure.

A human figure saying, "Severus?" in a very creepy ancient sounding voice. Albus Dumbledore to be exact. Actually, Albus Dumbledore rushing towards us very quickly like he's about to grab us by the throats and murder us.

Hermione let out a scream and I saw Harry's eyes darting everywhere frantically before he bellowed, "We did not kill you!"

As he said it, the figure exploded back into dust and that's when Mrs. Black's wailing began of, "Blood traitors in my house!" and, "Mudblood never return! "

Rolling my eyes I walked down and ventured to where the painting was and looked Mrs. Black in the face. "Would you kindly shut up now?" I glared at her.

She looked down at me in disgust. "Blood traitor, soon you will fall too, with all the rest of your family."

"How do you even know about my family?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

She scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I can still overhear the conversations that have gone on in this house, and many of them have to do with you."

"Don't lie." I spat.

With a laugh she responded, "I'm not lying, it's just the truth."

"You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you on the nose." I hissed.

As her face contorted into an expression much of malice she began screaming again. "Filth blood traitor get out of my house! You have no right to speak to me like that when you're just a…"

I cut her off by pulling her curtains closed with a flick of my wand. Storming back to the kitchen where the others were I sat down angrily in a chair.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked as they all looked at me with wide eyes.

Sighing I crossed my arms over my chest and answered. "Mrs. Black just had a message for me."

They all gave me odd looks but didn't question further. "So…" I began before I was interrupted by a loud crack.

"Kreacher!" Harry shouted, seeing the grumpy old house elf appear.

Frowning, I looked down at the house elf, never too kind to any of us at all. Though in all honesty, Kreacher didn't seem very happy to see us either.

"R.A.B is Regulus Black." Harry murmured.

Before any of us could question what he said, he turned to Kreacher and held up the fake locket he retrieved last year. "Kreacher, have you ever seen this locket?"

I expected no reaction, but when Harry held it up the house elf cowered slightly, "M-master Regulus' locket."

"No Kreacher it's a fake." Harry sternly told him.

"Kreacher knows that. A thief stole the real one. Came in the middle of the night and took from Kreacher." The house elf shook.

"The real one? Where is it?" Hermione cut in.

Kreacher's face contorted in anger. "She dares to speak in the noble house of Black, a filthy…"

Ron and I began towards, him not about to let Kreacher insult Hermione.

Harry stopped us and said simply, "Kreacher who is this thief?"

The room began to grow quiet and the house elf looked very conflicted until he said, "Mundungus Fletcher."

With anger lighting in all our eyes, Harry growled, "Find him." And Kreacher disappeared with a crack.

Author's Note- There you go! Chapter twenty-eight! So thanks to reviewers and readers!

Sorry for any typos, and please review!