Ron and Harry

'Uh-I'll be right back-stay here-I'm bringing Ron and Harry-don't move!' she said hastily, pulling on Harry's invisibility cloak.

Running out, she glanced at the three dead figures, still standing on the spot she had left them, looking at her with confused looks.

She ran wildly for a few seconds, Lily's thoughts echoing in her mind.

Really powerful wizard…She, Hermione!

Unites two Hallows…the cloak and the wand, of course!

A third Hallow can be made… the stone, the dangerous Resurrection Stone which she so strongly did not believe in.

She slowed herself now, concentrating hard on the direction she should be taking.

Deciding on a north-easterly direction, she ran, calling, 'Ron! Harry! RON!'

After a half-hour of fruitless search, she gave up and rested on a rock, still under her cloak, and summoned her patronus.

The otter sprouted out from her wand, and was using the air as a platform to fritter around.

She decided that Ron and Harry had gone back to the tent, and were looking for her, so to be on the safe side, she was going to send them a message.

She addressed the graceful mass of silver running around in the air.

'Go to Harry and Ron, and tell them I'm OK, and I'll be back in the tent in a short while.'

The otter looked at her, completely perplexed, and merely dissolved into the air, leaving a shimmer of silver behind.

Hermione was utterly bewildered. She tried another patronus, but it failed again.

She could not think of it. Patronuses never fail in delivering message. A patronus fails only if the recipient wizards are under Dark magic concealment, or if – she did not even want to think about it – the wizards are dead. Both seemed equally bad. If they were in the possession of the Death Eaters, they were as good as dead.

She tried again, but it also failed, leaving back another shimmer of silver which looked appealing against the backdrop of the tree trunks and darkening sky.

She tried again and again, till she could not produce another patronus due to lack of hope.

Out of frustration and fear she burst into tears. She buried her face in her hands and wept for a long 10 minutes. When she finally raised her face, she was surrounded on all sides – by hooded figures.

They could be seen between the tree trunks, their faces hidden by their long hoods.

She stood up and pulled out her wand. The figures mirrored her.

'We know you're there, Mudblood!' a snarling voice said, which Hermione recognized as Bellatrix's,whom she had the misfortune to impost a few days back.

'It's time to pay back for the little Gringotts incident,eh?'

'Under poor Potter's Cloak, eh?' a rather nervous voice said. Hermione's eyes widened – Draco Malfoy was here. 'Accio Cloak!'

Hermione grabbed the folds of the cloak nervously, but the summoning charm did not work on it. She heaved a sigh of relief. Harry would kill her if anything happened to-

'Not under Potter's cloak? We'll find you anyway!'

The dozen of them groped around in all directions,while Hermione remained rooted to the spot, sometimes missed her by millimeters; they seemed not to be able to see the spot where she was standing, wand ready for duel.

'Stop,' a cold hissing voice, almost like a snake, stopped all the Death Eaters in their tracks.


Sorry for all the changes, but this chapter is done. Im not changing anything now.

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