The Deathly Hallows

She should of listened to Hermione. Staying up overnight overthinking things that were out of her control wasn't the best idea.

Hermione rose at the crack of dawn to find a certain girl fast asleep on the window ledge with crusted up tears below her eyes.

Instead of her usual nagging, she brought up one of Molly's hot coffees and placed it next to y/n, and left her to sleep for a little while longer. Hermione worried she wasn't doing well, she had to be delicate.

Around ten was when y/n woke up feeling groggy. She appreciated the coffee, but it was stone cold. The sky was dim, grey. It was going to be a long day, she thought to herself.

She got up, had a shower, brushed her teeth, did her hair and makeup and pulled out the dress from Hermione's beaded bag. Standing in the mirror, she held it do her chest and sighed.

Why should I bother making an effort today?

Ignoring her dark thoughts she chucked the dress on and tried to sip it up. Muttering to herself about how much weight she'd gained, probably due to her barely moving from Draco's dorm for eight months, she held the dress up by its straps and went to look for Hermione to help. She paced down the stairs, just as somebody was coming up.

"Oop-shit sorry y/n, my bad" Fred clumsily knocked into her.

"It's okay-actually, could you help me zip up my dress please?" She asked.

"Of course." He climbed up two stairs and spun her around so she was facing the other way. As he brushed his hand on her bare back, she flinched at how cold his hands were.

"Sorry, cold hands. Been outside helping put the tent up. There we go, all done" He smiled. She turned back around and thanked him.

"I know-" He sighed. "I know, this is gonna be a hard day to plaster on a smile, but I really appreciate you coming to my brother's wedding. If he was around, he would of been more than welcome to come."

Y/n gave a brief smile. "Thanks Freddie, I wouldn't of missed it for the world" Her words dripped with sarcasm. Fred laughed, and turned on his heel.

He looks good in yellow.

*

Later that day, family and close friends of the Weasley's started filling up the tent. Cheerful music played as everybody danced and chatted away. Y/n was stood leant up against the tent with a butterbeer in her left hand. She'd spent most of the afternoon smiling politely at everybody, it was draining.

"Us and dancing don't really mix, remember the last time we mixed the two?" A voice said from behind.

"Wipe that cheeky devilish grin from your face Weasley, it isn't happening." She folded her arms and gave him daggers.

"You look cheerful" Harry came over, grinning like a child.

"What's got you smiling like a kid?" Harry pointed to who y/n believed to be Ginny Weasley.

"She looks stunning, don't you think?"

"And you're telling me because? Go tell her! Shoo!" Y/n pushed her brother over to Ginny.

"Ladies, Gentlemen and Non-binary folk. Please give it up, for Bill and Fleur!" Luna said sweetly on the mic.

Bill and Fleur came into the tent with huge smiles. Flowers and confetti were thrown in the air as they waved at everyone they passed like royalty. Bill got up on the small stage as all the girls fussed over Fleur's dress.

"Thankyou guys for coming, it's lovely to see everybody here, especially in a time like that. Firstly, Harry get off my little sister, but saying that Ginerva that dress is way too short!" Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back to Harry.

"It's great to see you all here, it really is. Mother, thankyou for going through all this effort, Father you too, and-

Y/n noticed Harry across the room holding his scar. She went over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry? Harry what's-

At that moment, something blue and silver fell through the canopy of the tent. Gleaming, the lynx floated mid air and gave off a bright light. The Patronus spoke in a loud deep voice.

"The ministry has fallen. He's dead. They're coming."

Everything in that moment turned hectic as the tent became invaded. Harry and y/n drew their wands and threw hexes left right and centre, as Hermione and Ron did the same. Many were screaming. Many were starting to dissaparate as the men in masks got closer.

"Y/n!" Harry cried as he held out his hand. She caught hold of Hermione's free arm, her other one clinging onto Ron. All y/n could feel was Hermione's hand as they were squeezed through time, away from The Burrow.

They landed in the middle of the road, just as a big red bus was racing down the street. Y/n yelped and yanked everybody back.

"Where are we?" said Harry's voice.

"Piccadilly Circus, London. It's the only place I could think of. Walk, just walk, we've got to find somewhere to change."

They did as Hermione said and followed her down a dark thronged alleyway. Hermione pulled out some spare clothes for the group and they got changed in a hurried manor. Y/n pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black knitted jumper.

"Come on, we'll find somewhere to sit and conjure a plan."

The group found a small shabby coffee shop further down the alleyway. They sat down on the uncomfortable red seats and got talking.

"So. I've got all the essentials packed, I've got a tent and I've got all sorts of medicine we may need" Spoke Hermione.

"Don't tell me we're-

"Tea? Coffee?" The waitress offered.

"A cappuccino please" Said y/n. The boys had no idea what that word was, so they politely agreed.

Ron leaned in closer. "You're not seriously thinking about camping are you?"

"It's our strongest plan. Can you think of anything?"

Their voices zoned out to a buzz as y/n stared at the two suspicious men who walked in the cafè. They looked odd, sceptical.

As soon as she saw the light, she grabbed Harry's shoulder and pulled him under the table.

Hexes were being launched in every direction. Y/n feared for her life as she ducked and popped back up to launch hexes. The windows and tables were smashed into pieces on the floor.

"Septumsempra!" Blood spurted from the men's bodies and chest as though they'd been slashed with an invisible sword. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the bed of glass their wands falling from his limp right hand.

The group panted and hid, making sure the pair were dead. They tramped along the bed of glass and towered over them.

"Dolohov, I recognise him from the wanted posters" Said Ron.

Y/n looked over to the unconscious men on the right and recognised him instantly. "He was on the Astronamy Tower that night."

That night.

"We need to leave, we can't stand here any longer. Take my arm" Hermione spoke. The group grabbed her arm and they all whisked away through time.

Instantly y/n could feel the change in temperature. Looking around from the ground she saw trees. Just trees.

"Where are we guys?" She asked.

"In the middle of absolutely nowhere. We'll be staying her for a few weeks, depending on the circumstances. Harry, you get started on the protection enchantments, Ron, set up the tent from my bag" Hermione ordered.

*

At the Manor's dining table sat Voldemort and the rest of the deatheaters. Draco sat with his head down, this time he didn't have a choice, he had to attend.

"Does anybody have any news on the boy's whereabouts?" Voldemort asked.

"I heard he's gone to a safe house-

"This is a false trail. I sent Dolahov and Rowle to London to find them, and I've heard nothing back. I'm assuming they're dead, My Lord" Spoke Snape.

"Yaxley, Carrows. You will now become snatchers. Go to London and stay in London until they're found. Bring the boy to me when you find him. If you fail to do so, I'll kill all three of you" Said Voldemort.

"Scabior, Draco. You are also now snatchers. I don't care where you look. Try the Dean Ruins, try everywhere. The pair of you will be killed if Harry is not found."

Draco's heart sunk low in his chest. He didn't want to do this at all. That was his future brother-in-law, why would he want to hunt for him like an animal hunting for prey?

"My lord, I've heard news that Harry is travelling with Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Y/n Bloodstone" Said Snape.

Dracos body tensed up hearing her name after months. He certainly didn't forget about her, she was all that was on his mind. He was relieved she was alive, but she was in serious danger.

"Thankyou, Severus. Y/n is the boy's half sister, am I correct? She will also be killed when I find them. Nagini, you'll do the honours of that."

The table chuckled darkly, even Scabior laughed.

Not Draco. He'd never felt more nauseous in his life.