"Hermione, I think Harry's on to something!" Ron called out, pulling her out of the tent.
"Ron, I was busy! What is it now?!" she argued, wrenching herself from his grasp, and crossing her arms exasperatedly.
Ron pointed abruptly in the distance. "Look!" he shouted. "'Mione, he's gone nutters!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and turned to look at Harry, Ron creeping closer to watch.
"The deathly hallows, my invisibility cloak...the resurrection stone! GODRIC Gryffindor...I'm the chosen one!" Harry threw his invisibility cloak over his shoulders, puffing his chest valiantly. "Dumbledore's snitch!" He proceeded to run towards the tent, his torso completely obscured by the cloak.
Hermione looked over to Ron, who was grinning shrewdly. "He's bloody mad, I tell you!"
She shook her head, trying not to watch Harry's oddities from behind a tree. "Maybe...he's just a little excited about the story! I mean, he is right. He does have a cloak of invisibility..."
Ron guffawed loudly. "Yeah, alright, I'm sure he just caught some snuffquarfarffle-majaggers or whatever from Mr. Lovegood..." This earned him a smack on the arm. "Ron!"
He rubbed the painful spot where she'd hit him. "Come on, 'Mione, he sold us out!"
She sighed. "Only because he was afraid for Luna. I'm sure if she were still safe, he wouldn't even think of giving up Harry!"
"He's still a loony git..." said Ron.
"RON! HERMIONE! COME HERE!" Harry yelled.
They ran to the tent swiftly, pretending as though they haven't been listening the whole time.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, ignoring Ron sniggering behind her.
Harry grinned widely. "I think...I might be the Master of Death."
At this point, Ron excused himself to the tent quietly, in a failing attempt to hide his hysterics.
Harry frowned. "What's his problem?"
"Er...just a little sick. Anyways! Harry, are you sure? It's just some story from a children's book, it can't be but so authentic." She replied.
Harry waved his Invisibility Cloak in the air vigorously. "Look, Hermione! The cloak of invisibility, just like Mr. Lovegood told us!"
She grimaced. "Yes, but Harry-"
"And remember those visions I had? Of Voldemort searching for this particular wand? Ollivander...Gregorovitch..."
Hermione's eyes widened, and Harry nodded brightly. "Yes! Yes! I think he's looking for-"
"No! Harry! You said his name!" She ran to the tent fretfully, and brought Ron out, who was still sniggering occasionally to himself.
Harry's expression darkened, as the meaning of what she'd said finally sunk in. "Hermione, get your bag! Ron, grab our wands! We have to go, quickly!"
Hermione and Ron hurried inside the tent, while Harry threw his cloak over himself, begging them to move along faster.
"Alright, come on, come on, let's go!" he shouted, as they reappeared, Harry attempting to fit all three of them underneath his cloak.
"Not...so...fast." Another voice called out. Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to apparate, but felt strong hands separating them, and grabbing Harry's silvery cloak.
"I reckon we can keep this..." one of the Snatchers said.
Another, presumably the leader, inspected Harry closely. "And who might you be?" He pushed back his mess of black hair from his forehead and grinned at the sight of his lightning bolt scar.
Harry didn't bother to answer. "Why its Harry Potter, I bet...are you not?" he inquired.
Ron, who had hidden their wands in his shirt, shifted uncomfortably as the Snatcher holding him captive, asked him of his identity. "Seamus Jordan." He replied.
"And you?" the Snatcher beside him asked Hermione. "Lavender Brown." she choked out.
The head Snatcher laughed vehemently. "Don't even bother with them, boys. I bet that one's Hermione Granger..." he said, staring pointedly at Hermione. "And this one over here..." he jabbed a finger into Ron's chest roughly. "Must be Ronald Weasley...how's that spattergroit coming, mate?"
Ron paled, realizing the severity of the situation. 'Where are these bloody Snatchers going to take us?!' he thought to himself.
"Malfoy Manor..." one of them said, as though he'd read Ron's mind. "We're taking you to Malfoy Manor."
Hermione's eyes widened, and she struggled harder against her captor.
"Scared, Mudblood?" he sneered.
"She should be excited she'll even get the opportunity to step within a pureblood's realm!" The Snatchers all guffawed and cackled loudly, grabbing the trio's hands together, and disapparating from the wood.
Author's Note- I know, I know, I missed my daily upload. I'm sorry! I wasn't feeling so well yesterday, and I didn't have the energy to edit the chapter last night. :( Anyways, for my lame, mysterious hint for the next chapter...you know what, scratch that, y'all know Draco and Hermione are going to meet again!