Toaster for the Win!
Destination.
Determination.
Deliberation.
Harry panted as she and Hermione hid from the Snatchers Ron had led straight to them. Only luck had them prepared to move at that exact moment so everything, including their tent, was packed in Hermione's beaded little bag.
"Harry," Hermione whispered, "We really need to go."
Harry nodded just as an unnatural chill started to creep through the air.
Destination… somewhere she'd never been but seen in a few wizarding photographs.
Determination… she had that in spades to protect the girl she so desperately loved.
Deliberation… who, what, where, when…
"He's here!" a whispering voice echoed in her head.
Not thinking, desperate to get away before the Dementors affected her too much to Apparate, she grabbed Hermione's arm and twisted her magic.
Destination.
Determination.
De…
They stumbled a bit as they appeared on a darkened, deserted lane.
An explosion nearby drew their attention to a small cottage they both recognized right away.
"Harry?!" Hermione asked in a voice laced with disbelief.
"You'll never touch my family you bastard!" A voice Harry had only ever heard in her nightmares rang out from within the house.
"Accio Toaster!" Harry shouted pointing at the home she never remembered living in.
A loud clang erupted from the doorway as the one impacted gave an angry shout of, "Who dares!"
Three simultaneous stunners later and the distracted dark wizard slumped to the ground in defeat.
"Harry…" Hermione whispered coarsely, horrified that her actions had just changed history.
Harry's dad stepped into the doorway, a curse held on the tip of his wand, "Who are you, and how did you find this place?"
Harry smiled in what felt like the first time in months, "Don't bother killing him, Dad. We'll need to take out his anchors first."
"HARRY!"
"Remember, Hermione… Destination, Determination, Desperation!"
