TRAITOR
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"HEY!" he demanded, crawling over to her, "Miss Riddle?" he asked, his voice suddenly becoming urgent. His eyes widened with realization. "Miss Riddle!" he said in a panic. Lowering his voice he grabbed her by the shoulders, "Your father is looking for you."
"Tell him to go to hell." She muttered darkly as she kicked him off and scrambled down the hall.
"Wait!" he called, running after her.
He had said something else, but his voice was drowned out by the loud explosion that came from the staircase a few feet in front of them. Hana could see the smoke and lights flashing from downstairs, and she backed up slowly. She saw the Weasley's trademark red hair rise from the smoke, and she turned and ran back the way she came. She could hear the Weasley yelling at her from behind, and she screamed as a red light hit the statue she ran by, nearly missing her. As she passed an open door someone grabbed her and closed the door.
The room was dark and smelled faintly of men's cologne. After a brief moment the lights switched on, and Hana let out a surprised gasp. She was standing inches away from the same boy that she had run into just moments before.
"That was Weasley." He muttered, his voice sounding tired. Rubbing his face with his hands he let out an exasperated sigh. "Why are you running from them? Aren't you on their side?" he asked almost frustrated.
"What is it to you?" Hana muttered, and turned back to the door. Just as she was about to put her hand on the door knob she heard banging from the other side, and she jumped back, colliding with the boy.
"Get out of there!" demanded Weasley's muffled voice. "I saw you go in there! I am not daft!" he started banging on the door, as if to knock it down.
"Need to get away?" The boy mocked. Chuckling he walked away towards what must have been his bed.
"How can you joke at a time like this!" she demanded. The banging noise was getting louder. "We are about to die, and you're quoting muggle commercials!" Hana let out a groan in frustration. Spotting a window she hurried towards it. She tried to open it, but it would not budge.
"It's not real." The boy muttered off handedly.
"Who are you anyways?!" Hana screamed, spinning around to face him. Her face and wild hair made her seem like a crazed woman. The boy had completely ignored her and was now shifting through one of his dresser drawers. He pulled out a pair of boxers and smiled at her. Disgusted Hana gave him an exasperated look.
"I'm about to die, and I'm stuck in a room with a mental boy!" She yelled out loud. Falling to her knees she put her face in her hands and groaned.
"Giving up already?" He asked surprised.
"And you're not?" she sighed closing her eyes, "we're both dead and you know it."
"I am surprised, it's not like you Riddle; to give up, I mean, didn't you turn spy when you father forced you to become a Death Eater? Where did your spark go?" he made a clicking noise with his mouth, "Grab on." He said, almost cheery. Hana's eyes flew open, a look of excitement flew across her face, and just as quick as it came it went away.
"Sick perv," She muttered, pushing the boxers out of her face.
"It's a port key." He said chuckling at her. Hana's eyes widened, but then quickly narrowed with suspicion.
"Where will it take us?" she asked, slowly getting to her feet.
"So you will face the Dark Lord alone, but you won't grab a port key with a stranger?" He asked mockingly. Hana grabbed the port key defiantly, and they were gone, just as the door flew open.