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-LovelyAlice831-

Over the next few weeks, Ron would, as some would say, suck up to me. With any suggestion I might make, he'd agree with. At times, I found this annoying, but at others, I thought it was very amusing.

Ron had the fortune of having a spare wand he'd taken off a Snatcher weeks ago. He gave it to Harry, but Harry kept saying how the wand wouldn't work right for him.

"It just takes practice, Harry," I told him one day while he was trying to perform a spell. He shot me a glare, but I stuck to what I said. It's only a wand, after all. If he keeps practicing with it, it'll work just fine for him.

One night, while I was taking guard, I heard Harry talking and then he and Ron both yelled.

"What's going on in there?" I asked.

"Nothing!" they said at the same time.

Narrowing my eyes, I walked inside the tent and then said, "Listen, I've been thinking. I want to go see Xenophilius."

"Come again?" Harry asked.

"This symbol keeps cropping up. It was in the graveyard," I said, showing them the strange eye.

"He was wearing that symbol at the wedding," Harry said suddenly.

I nodded.

Ron walked over to me, raised his hand and said, "I say we vote on it. All in favor of going to Xeno's, raise your hand."

Harry and I stared at him and he put his hand back down.

Shaking my head, I went back on guard.

A few days later, we packed up the tent and made our way to Xeno's house, hoping we'd see Luna.

It was starting to get warmer out and we guessed it was about April, so Luna should be home on Easter Break.

"There it is," Harry said, pointing ahead.

There, in front of us, was a house shaped like a castle.

"It looks like a rook," Ron said. We both gave him a look. "You would call it a castle, but in chess, it's called a rook."

I shrugged and walked on.

When we the house, we looked around and said together, "Luna."

There were dirigible plants and the yard was overgrown.

I knocked on the door and a very disheveled Xeno answered.

"Yes? Who are you?" he asked, squinting against the light. "What do you want?"

"Sir, I'm Harry Potter," Harry said, moving in front of us. "We met a few months ago. We were wondering if we could talk to you."

Xeno looked at us for a moment then let us in to a very odd house.

"Where's Luna?" Harry asked as we sat in a round living room.

Xeno gave a terrified look then said, "Luna? She's getting Freshwater Plimpies for dinner. She'll be around soon."

He poured us all cups of a strange liquid and then poured himself his own cup.

Before I took a drink, I sniffed it and almost gagged. But I didn't want to be rude, so I took a drink. And almost spit it back out. Swallowing past the vile drink, I looked at Ron, who had a disgusted look on his face.

"Sir, we were wondering about the symbol you wore at the wedding," Harry said, setting his own cup aside.

"You mean this?" Xeno asked, pulling a necklace out from under his robes. It was the eye.

"Yes. Well, we wondered…what is it?" Harry asked.

"The Deathly Hallows."

"The what?" Ron and I asked at the same time.

"The what?" Harry asked a few seconds later.

"You have, I assume, heard of The Tale of the Three Brothers?" Xeno asked.

"Yes," Ron and I said.

"No," Harry said.

"I have it here," I said, pulling the book out of my bag. I opened it and began to read.

" 'There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely, windy road at twilight.'"

"Midnight. Mum always midnight," Ron said with a smile.

I shot him a glare.

"Twilight's fine," Ron said hastily. "Better in fact."

Turning back to the book, I read the tale. When I finished, Xeno said, "Well, there you have it. The Deathly Hallows."

"How?" Harry asked.

Xeno got up and grabbed a paper and pencil. We followed him and watched as he drew a line.

"The Elder wand," Xeno explained. Then he drew a circle. "The Resurrection Stone." Then he drew a triangle around the line and circle. "The Cloak of Invisibility. Thus, the Deathly Hallows."

I raised my eyebrows, but said nothing.

Xeno turned around and said, "More tea." Then he went downstairs.

"I'm not drinking anymore of that stuff," Ron said.

"Let's go," Harry said.

We made our way downstairs and told Xeno we were leaving.

He yelled and ran to the door. He had both hands on the door and he shaking.

"Sir, what is it?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Xeno turned around, a faraway look in his eyes. His eyes roved over all of us. And then something occurred to me. Where was Luna? She should've been here already. I was about to tell Ron when Xeno said, "They took her."

"Who took who?" Harry asked.

"They took my Luna," Xeno whispered. "Because I supported you. They took her. They took my Luna."

Ron and I exchanged panicked looks. The Death Eaters took Luna!

"Who took her, sir?" Harry asked again.

Xeno looked up at Harry and whispered, "Voldemort."

Ron yelled "NO!" just as the windows exploded.

We all dropped to the floor as everything around us exploded. I saw Harry's hand and reached for it. As soon as Ron grabbed our hands, we Disapparated.

The feeling of suffocation was on me and then I was suddenly on my back, breathing heavily.

"That treacherous little bleeder!" Ron snarled. "Is there no one we can trust?"

"He wanted Luna back," Harry said quietly. "She was taken because of me."

Ron shook his head as I looked anxiously between the two. Harry looked guilty, Ron just looked mad. But not at Harry. I let out a sigh of relief as Ron said, "I'll do the enchantments."

He turned and I reached in my bag for the tent. And then saw men standing around us. Ron let out a cry and ran. Harry and I followed.

"Don't just stand there," the leader said. "Go and get them."

We heard pursuit behind us and we ran faster. I was beside Harry and Ron when they started shooting spells at us.

I cried out in shock as one hit a tree near me. We ran down a hill and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ron fall. But I couldn't stop. I had to keep running. Harry had to keep running.

At the bottom of the hill, I stopped and saw that I was surrounded. I turned and saw Harry running behind me. He slowed down when he saw me.

Desperately, I raised my wand and aimed at his face. And shot out a Stinging Hex.

He flew to the ground, gasping in pain. I ran to him and fell to my knees, pulling off his glasses and put them in my pocket as I wrenched to my feet.

They couldn't know it was Harry. They would call Voldemort and we would all die. This would all have been a waste. They can't know.

"What happened to you, Ugly?" the leader asked Harry, who was being held by someone who looked like Fenrir Greyback. Greyback looked at the leader at the same as Harry. The leader immediately said, "No, not you."

The leader moved to Harry and took a look at his face. His eyes widened when they roved over his forehead.

"Scabior, we ought to take this lot to the Ministry," one of the Snatchers said in a gravelly voice, but Scabior seemed not to hear him.

Pushing back Harry's bangs, his face became that of disbelief as Harry cried out in pain at the touch of Scabiors hand on his forehead.

His scar must hurt, I thought wildly as I struggled to free myself from my captor. Ron was beside me, struggling just as hard as I was.

"Change of plans," Scabior whispered. "We're not taking them to the Ministry."

We Disapparated and we suddenly found ourselves in front of a large manor house. We walked to large wrought iron gates and found three people waiting for us. One was Bellatrix Lestrange. I cringed as they pulled Harry to the gate. Bellatrix put her face to the gate, looked at Harry when Scabior pulled back his bangs, and whispered, "Get Draco."